Little one-shot I decided to do about Clarisse. Enjoy!

Clarisse's POV:

I look at myself in the mirror. I look horrible.

Shifting around in the white dress, I try to find an angle that I look decent. There isn't one.

I growl in frustration.

"Do you like it?" Annabeth asks from outside the door.

"No," I say shortly for the seventh time.

We were shopping for wedding dresses, and I was absolutely hating it.

"Clarisse?" she asks. "Are you okay in there?"

"Yes," I mumble.

She opens the door and gasps.

"I know," I moan. "I look like a bloated cow."

"What?" she looks confused. "No you don't! Gods, Clarisse. It's beautiful!"

"On the mannequin," I grumble.

"No," she tells me. "On you."

"No it isn't!" I exclaim. "I look like a water buffalo wrapped in curtains!"

For once, Annabeth doesn't know what to say.

"I'm tired," I say. "I'm tired of things never fitting me! I'm tired of things never looking good on me!"

I sit down on the bench.

"Who tells you that?" she asks softly.

The truth: my mother. Being the skinny twig she is, she's always telling me to "Exercise, exercise, exercise!" "Always eat your veggies!" "Lay off that camp food!" "You're a pig with hair and clothes!"

But I tell Annabeth, "Me."

I see it in her eyes that she doesn't believe me, but she lets it go and manages a weak smile.

"Well then," she tells me. "You know what to do, don't you?"

I shake my head.

"Tell yourself to lay off!"

I give a small smile.

"Seriously, though," she says. "If you're under the crazy assumption that you're fat or something, you're not."

I start to protest, but she cuts me off.

"You have a lot of muscle," she says. "And that's great for busting people. You're a girl who can beat someone to a pulp. You don't need protecting! That's what Chris loves about you! That's why he loves you enough to marry you!"

I grin.

"I do love busting people."

Annabeth laughs.

"I know," she says. "Trust me, I know."

"And just so you know," she says, stepping out the door. "You look beautiful, not the dress."

She closes the door.

I look in the mirror again.

I look…

"Beautiful," Chris murmurs as he takes my hand at the end of the wedding aisle. "You look beautiful."

I feel beautiful, too.

There you go. Clarisse might be a little OOC, but what can I do?

So, did you like it? Did you hate it? Did you want to jump into Tartarus because it was so bad?

Tell me in a review.

Thanks for reading.

-27lablover