Let's get something straight: math is fucking boring. My mind tends to run freen whe bored. There was a stapler on my mate's desk. I started thinking about Jason. I was wearing a Green Day t-shirt. I started thinking about Thalia. Ana then my mind went something like this: HOLY FUCK FANFIC IDEA!
And I pretty much spent the rest of the class writing this instead of taking notes for the test we had in two days.
I'm completely blaming my hyperactive mind if I fail that test.
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned the Grace siblings, but my life just sucks, so I don't.
She knows people must hate her right now.
She doesn't mind.
She is vaguely aware of the annoyed looks people are giving her.
She just doesn't bring herself to care.
She wonders if Lady Artemis will be mad at her for running away like this.
But it's not like it matters, either.
She just forgets everything and runs.
Thalia runs, ignoring the rest of the Hunters screaming her name, pushing the crowd out of her way, not caring if she gets lectured or something worse, because she has suddenly seen the person she spent years looking for.
Jason.
He doesn't notice her, though. He's with this beautiful Cherokee girl, and with some weird Hispanic guy. Demigods, she supposes.
Jason has one of his arms around the girl, and they're both laughing at something the other boy just said.
He looks… Happy.
Thalia stops in her tracks, realizing everything. The boy looks too normal. The whole situation looks too normal. She's afraid she's mistaken. She's not sure if that boy is her Jason. After all, there are many boys with blue eyes and blonde hair, and she hasn't seen her brother in, what? Thirteen years? It's just crazy.
The more she thinks about it, the more convinced she is about being wrong. Hope just plays tricks with your mind, she thinks. Maybe she wanted so badly to find him that her own imagination made her believe he was right in front of her eyes.
That must be it.
Besides, Jason died, she tries to convince herself. Jason is dead and the mall is not a normal place for demigods, are the only things she can think about.
She knows she's being stupid, but she can't help it.
But she's doing the right thing, she tells to herself. Maybe it's better if she just lets go and forgets about little Jason for good.
She's about to turn around to reunite with Lady Artemis (who is probably furious right now, her mind reminds her) when something makes her stop.
The boy is looking at her. She tries to convince herself that he's not Jason, that he's probably looking at her wondering why a girl like her is staring creepily at a boy like him.
He's not Jason, he's not Jason, he's not Jason—
Her thoughts are rudely interrupted by his own voice, much deeper (which is logic) than the last time.
"Thalia?"
And, suddenly, she's running towards him again, and she doesn't know how she heard his voice over all this noise, or why Jason is suddenly alive, or what the heck he's doing at the mall with some friends considering how extremely dangerous that is for a kid of the Big Three.
(But she isn't a daughter of Athena, so she's okay with not knowing things).
She doesn't care about his new appearance, or about the fact that she missed his whole childhood and the beginning of his teenager years so he might be completely different now, or how the seven year gap between them is now long gone.
Because they're together again.
And, the second she's hugging him, she realizes that's all she can care about.
I think I might thank the Lord for my fucking weird mind.