This story is the Jason and piper version on Jennifer Echols's book, the boys next door!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, Rick Riordian and Jennifer Echols do...
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Piper's P.O.V
Mark smiled down at me, his dirty blond hair glinting golden in the sunlight. He shouted over the sound of the boat motor and wind, " Piper, when we're old enough, I want you to be my girlfriend." He didn't even care the other boys heard him.
I whispered, "When will we be old enough?"
His blue eyes, lighter than the bright blue sky behind him, seamed to glow in his tan face. He answered me, smiling. At least I thought he answered me. His lips moved. So I yelled, "I didn't hear you. What'd you say?" He spoke to me again. I still couldn't hear him, though the wind hadn't gotten any louder. Maybe he was just mouthing words, pretending to say something sweet I couldn't catch. Boys were like that. He'd just been teasing me all along-
"You ass!" I sat straight up in my sweat-soaked bed, wiping away the strands of my hair stuck to my wet face. Then I realized what I'd said out loud. "Sorry, mom," I told her photo on my bedside table. But maybe she hadn't heard me over my alarm clock blaring Christina Aguilera, "Ain't No Other Man."
Or maybe she'd understand. I'd just had a close encounter with Mark! Even if it was only in my dreams.
Usually I don't remember my dreams. Whenever my brother, Leo, repair boy was home from college, he told dad and me at breakfast what he dreamed about the night before. Lindsay Lohan kicking his butt on the sidewalk after he tried to take her picture (pure fantasy). Amanda Bynes dressed as the highway patrol, pulling him over to give him a traffic ticket. I was jealous. I didn't want to dream about Lindsay Lohan or getting my butt kicked. However, if I was spending the night with Patrick Dempsey and I didn't even know it, I was missing out on every worthy third of my life. I had once googled "dreaming" and found out that some people don't remember their dreams if their bodies are used to getting up at the same hour every morning and have plenty of thine to complete the dream cycle.
So why'd I remember my dream this morning? It was the first day of summer vacation, that's why. To start my work at the marina, I'd set my clock thirty minutes earlier than during the school year. Lo and behold, here was my dream. About Mark: Check. Blowing me off as usual: Noooooo! That might happen in my dreams, but it wasn't going to happen in real life. Not again. Mark would be mine, starting today. I gave mom on my broadside table an ok sign- the wake boarding signal for ready to go- before rolling out of bed.
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