Senior Prom

By: musiclover99 & xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx

AKA

TheWalrusSingsAtMidnight26

I freaking LOVE that penname! Genius, Lex. Genius. I give credit where credit is due. To think, we spent hours trying to come up with a good name. Smh, smh.

Disclaimer: We don't own PJO or Sugar Plums from the Nutcracker. My idea! . . . the sugar plum thing, I mean. Lol, I'm a genius. A freaking comedic GENIUS.

"I am not going."

"You're what?"

The daughter of Aphrodite stared up at her livid mortal friend, then repeated firmly, as stubborn as ever, "I. Am. Not. Going."

"Gods dammit, Piper!" Rachel yelled. "This is senior prom, for Apollo's sake! Every single freaking girl's dream! Why the Hades are you not going?"

"Uh, because I am single?" Piper said.

Annabeth rolled her eyes at the Oracle of Delphi. "Calm down, would you?" she said. "It is her choice whether or not she wants to go."

"A downright stupid choice," Rachel mumbled, huffing. "Care to explain why in the freaking gods' name you have decided to miss out on one of the single most amazing events of a every girl's freaking life?"

"I repeat, I am single, therefore, I am dateless. Plus, I think it's downright stupid that all these girls are fawning like mindless idiots over their dresses and perfect dates," Piper said stubbornly in a stupid voice. "I will not lower myself to that. I refuse."

"Trust me," Annabeth reassured, "I thought it was downright stupid too. Hades, retarded, but hey; I still went."

"There's a little difference between you and I, Annabeth. You have a wonderful, amazing, hot boyfriend, and, I repeat again, I am single!" Piper snapped. Annabeth raised an eyebrow at the second statement, and Piper rolled her eyes.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Chase, you know what I mean by that."

"It's not like you couldn't get a date, McLean," Rachel pointed out, "I mean, gods, all the guys are fawning over you. I swear, they're just thinking of what your kids would look like!"

Piper shot her friend a disgusted look. "That's just wrong. Sick and wrong."[1]

The other girl shrugged nonchalantly. "My patron god is the god of truth. I see the truth, speak the truth, and nothing but the truth."

"Bull," Annabeth snorted. "I can name at least twenty times you've lied while being the Oracle. Hell, you just did!"

Rachel shot her an annoyed look, before continuing, "Truth or bull, you're going to that gods damned prom, Piper, whether you like it or not."

"I have to say," Annabeth put in, seeing Piper's indignant look, "I agree with her. You have to experience senior prom, date or not."

"I am not going to my senior prom without a date," Piper stated, rolling her eyes. "Besides, I'd like to see you try and get me into a dress. No way, no how."

Annabeth smirked, reaching to her knife, which was hidden beneath her pant leg, and unsheathed it. Piper smirked, then did the same.

"I bet you've really forgotten who show you how to use that knife, McLean," Annabeth reminded, smirking triumphantly.

"Hey, hey, break up the catifght, no need for violence," Rachel intervened. "And Piper, if it makes you feel any better, I could just go make Percy, Leo, or Nico go to prom with you. Or you could. Just, eh, turn on the charm, so to speak."

"No," Piper said firmly, while rolling her eyes. She then scrunched her nose, sheathing her knife.

"One, if I went with Percy, Annabeth would probably kill me. Wait, why probably?

She will kill me. Two, Leo? Leo? I mean, he's nice and all, but he's just a friend. And three, Nico? Oh, yes. I'll definitely go to senior prom with a freshman as my date," Piper said as sarcastically as she could, rolling her eyes again.

"Technically, he's a sophomore," Rachel argued.

"Technically," Annabeth corrected. "He was born in World War II. He's older than all of us combined."

"Details, details," Piper mumbled. "He's still physically a sophomore. Therefore, I shall not go with him."

"One damn hot sophomore," Rachel muttered.

Annabeth and Piper both raised an eyebrow.

"You think Nico's hot?" Annabeth asked incredulously.

Rachel turned pink for a second or two, then nodded ever so slightly. "He's always been a little cutie," she admitted. "Now, he's like a Greek god. And I've met a lot of those."

"This, coming from the Oracle of freaking Delphi? Who is supposed to be a maiden forever?" Annabeth said, still a bit incredulous.

"Just 'cause I'm supposed to be a maiden, doesn't mean I can't think something like that," Rachel defended.

"Moving on," Piper said, another disgusted look on her face. "I'm still not going."

"I don't care if we have to kidnap you, tie you up, and gag you like an animal, you are going to senior prom, Piper McLean," Annabeth stated matter of factly. "And that is final."

"Ew," Annabeth said, scrunching her nose.

"Agreed," Rachel said, looking at the bright, orange dress in Piper's arms. "And that's coming from me, who would go out of her way to wear the weirdest, oddest, most hideous thing out of everyone at prom. And I thought you were the daughter of Aphrodite, not us!"

Piper shrugged. "Worth a shot. It's not like I have a date or something," she added, walking over to more . . . . appealing dresses.

Annabeth and Rachel exchanged a suspicious look—one that said they were up to something.

"Hey, Annabeth, Rachel, come here, I think I might've found something!" Piper called out loudly.

The two girls rushed over to their friend, only to see that she was holding a long, strapless purple dress. The dress for her.

"That's amazing, Pipes," Rachel breathed, thumbing some of the fabric in her hand. "Go try it on," the Oracle barked.

"What? I wasn't really that serious!"

"Go. Try. It. On." Annabeth repeated, her tone stern. "Now."

"Fine, fine," Piper grumbled, snatching the dress away from a dazed Rachel. "It's not like I'll get this. Have you seen the price tag?"

Rachel scoffed. "Have you seen how much money your dad's movie took in?"

Piper glared at said girl, and said, "I was hoping you'd forget that."

"You really think I'd forget that one of my best friend's dad's a famous movie star, who makes millions?" Rachel snorted.

"Damn you."

"You're getting that dress." Annabeth announced. "I don't give a freaking damn how expensive that piece of fabric is; you are getting that dress."

"You look gorgeous in it!" Rachel added, grinning.

Piper twirled around in the long dress, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"You think so?" she asked.

"Hon, we know so." Rachel said, smirking. "The boys will be all over you!"

"Ew," Annabeth said, scrunching her nose in disgust. "I did not need that mental image. At all."

Rachel nudged her friend teasingly. "Oh puh-lease. Like you and Percy haven't done it all before," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, gross!" Now it was Piper's turn to be disgusted. "I did not need that image in my head. Ever." To make it more dramatic, she scratched her head, as if trying to get the image out of her mind.[1]

"You're insane, Dare," Annabeth said, shaking her head. Still, a faint red blush covered the daughter of Athena's cheeks. "Completely and utterly insane."

"You know you love me."

"Hm, sorry, Rach," Piper said, a mischievous smirk on her face. "But I don't swing that way."[1]

"Ew! That's disgusting!" Rachel screeched. "You are sick."

Piper shrugged, and said, "Guess that's what I get for being best friends with someone like Leo Valdez."

Annabeth shook her head. "That boy's such a bad influence. Percy, Nico, and him,"—She shuddered—"I don't trust them at all."

"Except in battle," Rachel pointed out, smirking. "We all know you trust your precious little Seaweed Brain."

"And we all know you trust your Death Breath," Annabeth retorted mockingly.

"And everyone knows Piper trusts her little Sparky," Rachel teased.

The daughter of Aphrodite blushed slightly, turning away. "Please," she scoffed. "I haven't seen Jason in like, what? Two, three years maybe?"

"And yet, you're still in love him," Annabeth pointed out.

"What? You're crazy, Annabeth."

"And you're in denial, Piper." Rachel added, a devious smile on her face. "Piper's in de-nial!"

"Am not," she squeaked.

"De Nile's not just a river in Egypt!" Rachel persisted in a sing-song voice.

"I am not in denial, and I am not in love with anybody! Especially someone I haven't seen in years!"

"Yes," Annabeth said drily. "That can be obviously be shown by your blushing, your squeak, octave-higher voice, and the fact that you refuse to look us in the eyes."

"Admit it, McLean," Rachel said. "You still like him."

"I do not like Jason!"

"No, no, no," Annabeth corrected. "She doesn't like him, she loves him."

"When did you become so freaking annoying?" Piper groaned, exasperated.

"Since you started going with the PG-13 jokes when Percy got his memory back," Annabeth answered. "Or since I graduated from high school."

"Kelp Head is rubbing off on you a bit too much," Rachel said, shaking her head.

"Soon enough, your head will be filled with seaweed too!"

"The day that Hades is caught wearing a pretty, sparkly pink tutu, doing ballet, and singing Sugar Plums from the Nutcracker, is the day I have seaweed in my head like Seaweed Brain." The earth rumbled slightly, as if Hades had heard and was angry.

"No offense intended, of course, Lord Hades," Annabeth added quickly. When the light rumbling stopped, Rachel turned to Annabeth, raising an eyebrow.

"Hades? In a pretty sparkly pink tutu? Doing ballet? And singing?" she asked. "Where did you get that from?"

Annabeth shrugged, and said, "I don't know, I just can't imagine him going from robes with the souls sewn into them to a pretty pink tutu. Which is sort of the point."

"Can I just change back into my freaking clothes already?" Piper interrupted irritably. "This dress is getting uncomfortable, and I'd rather go home and talk about Hades in a tutu, thank you very much." She paused for a second, then said, "Actually, I'd prefer we stop talking about Hades. Period."

"Fine, fine," Rachel said, waving her hand as if this was a small unimportant matter. "Get changed, then we're buying that dress." Piper sighed, and shook her head, walking back into the changing room.

[1] MY BITS! I ALWAYS DO THOSE THINGS IN THE CERTAIN SITUATION! Where the heck do you think I got them from? Santa? Review, please! Whatever! I didn't know that! Gods . . . .