Pi
A Percabeth Fanfic
Love is like pi- natural, irrational, and very important.
~Lisa Hoffman
I was a very rational and levelheaded girl. I approached everything with a plan and thought only in terms of reason, never impulse. This was true for thirteen years of my life. But all thought of reason suddenly left my mind when I looked at the boy who accompanied me on my very first quest, the one who saved me from drowning myself under the Sirens' song's influence, the boy who I danced with that evening, trying to fit in with mortals at a school dance. Gazing into those gorgeous emerald eyes, only one thing could I comprehend in her feelings at that time: I wanted him. I wanted him to hold her in his arms and whisper sweet nothings into my hair, to take me out to the movies, to even engage me in the best tickle fight of all time, if it meant that he loved me the way I would one day realize that I did, that I do. Later, upon reflection of these thoughts, I decided that love was, indeed, very much like pi, it was never forced, made absolutely no sense and caused all sane thoughts to dissipate, and is the most important thing to me.