New story. Yay. #yoloswagandallthatshit Lemme get one thing straight. There most likely will be zero lemons in this just maybe some smut moments cuz I like to fangirl... It happens. Its more for language and actions. So... Ya.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Piper POV

Finally. Vacation is finally here. Thank the gods above us all. Anna and I have really needed a break. We are world famous models and its a lot of work. I have had so many cameras take my picture, that sometimes its hard to see. I have nightmares about flashes. Another bad thing about the whole modeling thing is that you never know who your real friends are.

Like I had a friend, Drew, and when I became a model, I invited her to come along for the ride. Then I guess she felt threatened by all the attention I was receiving. She told me that I was "stealing her spotlight" and that I had to "choose between being her friend as her shadow or a model". Obviously I left her sorry ass. Never looked back. She was never nice to me anyway. Just stole my old boyfriend and told me I was fat to make herself feel better.

I was her friend to boost her self-esteem and then I figured out that by boosting her self-esteem, I was lowering my own. Then I met Annabeth. She became my instant best friend and we took on the modeling world as a team. We've been inseparable. She's like the sister I never had. I was an only child, my mom left us, and my dad was an actor, therefore I was always alone. So was Anna though. She had it worse than I. She ran away from her family when she was seven. That's bravery right there.

Anyway, we are on our way to the most beautiful place in the world. Then again, I'd be willing to go to a New York City ally if it meant we were on vacation. The Bahamas. The prettiest photoshoot location I've ever had. It was glorious. The beach, the boys, the condos, the boys, the white, soft sand, the boys. As you might be able to tell, being a model makes one a bit lonely. Its hard to have a boyfriend when you're always having another photoshoot, across the globe, with a ton of foreign boys, and barely any clothing on. That makes for a very trusting relationship. Maybe I should date a model...

As it was a very long plane ride, I brought about thirty magazines. Every time I saw a pic of me or Anna, I cut it out and glued it into our collage. It was really cute. We have at least two hundred pictures already in it. We hung it in our mansion. Pretty much every pictures ever taken of either of us is in that collage. We keep it to remind ourselves that we'll always have each other through success and failure.

I decided to look at YoungWildandFree, the new magazine that we've started being photographed for. Mostly the magazine is for artists, but they use a few select models and we happen to be two of the six. Its great, we work with a lot of people around our age. The cover mentioned two things that draw my attention.

First, its a picture of me and Annie both in leather jumpsuits, turn to pages 26-30. Secondly, the band Half-blood, a group of five totally hot musicians, has their latest photoshoot, where The Grace is featured shirtless, on page 31. Oh. My. God. Sorry Annabeth, our collage is gonna have to wait until after I'm done drooling over 'The Grace's' abs. The Grace is what Half-blood's lead singer calls himself. His real name is Jason Grace but only certain people know that. The general fan just knows him as Grace. I guess it plays to the mystery of his quiet side. I think he's just shy, which is adorable.

But them abs on page 31 are not shy in the least. Pages 31&30 are right next to each other, which means that there is model me standing there in baby blue lace lingerie with black 5 inch stilettos on the page next to Jason wearing just dark wash blue jeans and a smirk. He's rocking black converse too. If I were a customer, I'd think they would be trying to play us off as a couple who just got back from a fancy restaurant and is going to now have sex. Interesting way to sell a magazine...

I have that sexy camera look on my model face. Like I'm looking into space but look seriously focused at the same time. I've perfected that face. It sells the best, and the more copies I sell, the more jobs I get, and the more money I put away for retirement. I went through four years of college after graduating a year early. I'm twenty two right now. Annie is four months older than I am.

I have three camera looks. Possessive, like I want to tear the clothes off my modeling partner, sexy, when I'm in a picture by myself, and deadly, when I'm supposed to work with more than one other model. I have a few other modeling expressions but only by request. And I never show vulnerability. Vulnerability is weakness and if I'm weak, I'm going to be taken advantage of. I don't trust anyone but Annabeth and out manager and other best friend Thalia.

We met Thals the first day we walked into Venus Modeling Agency. She introduced us to the boss and gave our first big break. I always thought she was high strung until she had a sleepover with us in one of the grande hotels and she told us about her mega crush on diAngelo, the Italian rebel drummer for Half-blood.

According to Cally, our private jets flight attendant, we won't be landing for another six hours. Screw this I'm taking a nap, I thought. I set my magazine on the empty seat to my right. Annabeth occupied the seat to my left. I leaned my seat back, and fell asleep with thoughts of a shirtless Jason Grace bouncing around my head.