The Beginning
So… first story in over possibly two years. I apologise if any of this is entire shit or if it seems similar to or if some parts are the same to another authors story. I do take ideas from other people but only because they either have an awesome story or I just like the idea. So… off to the disclaimer:
Iona: I am not a man. I am a 12-year-old girl who will be extremely offended and murderous if I am called a man. On with the story!
Piper's POV
I'm Piper. You may know me as Piper Mclean, daughter of Tristan Mclean. Yep, the famous actor. You may know me as the girl who has no mother. Or, most likely, you might know me as Piper Mclean, the world famous singer. I am all of those things at just 19. I have a boyfriend, who is amazing to me. His name is Jason Grace. He's sweet, caring, funny, he's just awesome. Anyways… enough about him, although I could go on for ages about Jason. No! Snap out of it Piper! You have a story to tell.
I 'm Piper Mclean. I was on my year-long tour until last week, meaning yesterday. I've just finished in my final destination, New York, when I got to the café. I've been going there since over two years ago to write songs, meet friends or to just be alone. My two best friends, Hazel and Annabeth came in through the door, sending off the little bell the made me look up. "Hey! Annie, Hazel. Over here!" I beckoned them over with my hand. We had agreed to meet here after my tour had finished. We had so much to catch up on.
"Hey Pipes!" Annabeth responded, using my hated nickname. It was infuriating.
"Hey Piper." Hazel greeted me quietly. She always was the shy one. I should probably explain our friendship group. There's Annabeth, who's the smart, rational one. Daughter of Athena, so it's kina obvious. She's the one that makes sure that if we all get drunk; we can get home properly. Hazel is the one that is so quiet, you sometimes forget she's there, but once you get to know her, she's more open and less quiet. Hazel's pretty old fashioned, then again she was born in 1928, she's a daughter of Pluto, from Camp Jupiter. That's the Roman camp. She was taken out of the Underworld by her half-brother Nico, who's a son of Hades, the Greek counterpart. She gets flustered easily and takes some time to get used to things. There's also Thalia, who isn't here. She's also Jason's sister, but it isn't awkward. Thalia can be classed as an emo/ goth but if you get to know her, she's still slightly emo/gothic but prefers the term 'punk-rocker chick'. Her and Jason are children of Zeus and Jupiter, respectively.
"Hey guys. How was life without me? I bet it was incredibly boring." Yup, that's me. Pretending to be self-centred but is actually just weird, and 'strangely normal for a star' as some people have put it. I'm just Piper though. I won't lie, I am pretty, well beautiful. My mother is Aphrodite. Yes, Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and romance. I miss Camp Half-Blood and some of the people there too. But not Drew, my bitchy half-sister.
"Piper!" Annabeth was looking out the window, "Don't look out the window now unless you're ready to kill a certain boy."
I looked. All I saw was a couple kissing on the other side of the street. The girl had her back to me, her dark hair was in a single braid down her back. "That hair seems familiar." I thought. The couple stopped and the girl turned around, revealing the boy and her face to me. It was Jason and Reyna. Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona, the Roman goddess of war and Jason's ex. "Why?" I whispered, a single tear falling down my cheek. "Jason, why?". Hazel got up from our booth and slid in next to me, wrapping me in a comforting hug.
"I'm sorry Piper. Shall we go get ice-cream now?"
That's Hazel, trying her best to cheer me up with every girl's comfort food.
"Yes. I just need a day out."
"Gods Piper. Should we get our nails done as well?" Annabeth laughed. She already knew the answer. No.
A few hours later at the ice cream stall
"Really Pipes? A triple scoop?" Hazel laughed. She and Annabeth got single scoops of chocolate and strawberry. Who knew that Annabeth loves strawberry ice-cream? We walked back to my car, finishing off the ice-creams.
"Oh shit! I was supposed to be home over an hour ago!" Hazel exclaimed. Seriously, Nico cares so much.
"Come on then. I've got to be at the dress shop. The dress choosing is waiting." Annabeth said. Percy finally proposed to her. It was at Montauk, where they had spent so much time together. Her ring is amazing! It's made of two twisted bands of gold and silver and it has a medium sized diamond on it, surrounded by small sea-green stones. The diamond had a greyish tint to it, so the ring was grey and sea-green, like their eyes.
"Come on then you two. Annabeth, as main bridesmaid, my advice is to not pick 'a gown shaped like a pastry' to quote Taylor Swift. Just pick one that you love, but I want to help choose the dresses for the bridesmaids." Thalia's the maid of honour. Her and Annabeth have known each other since Annabeth was seven.
Hazel called shotgun so she could plug her phone in for our music choice, so Annabeth was stuck in the back. As a peace offering of sorts, Annabeth got to pick the first song. After about five minutes of choosing, she settled on one of my first songs. It was called Our Song. I wrote it about Annabeth and Percy.
Piper- Bold Hazel-Underline Annabeth-Italics All-All
P: I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car.
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart.
A: I look around, turn the radio down
He says, "Baby is something wrong?"
I say, "Nothin'', I was just thinkin' how we don't have a song.
And he says:
All: Our song is a slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have.
And when I got home, before I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again.
H: I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day.
I'd gone all wrong, been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.
I got to the hallway, well on my way
To my loving bed.
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said:
All: Our song is a slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late tapping on your window.
When we're on phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have.
And when I got home, before I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again.
A: I've heard every album, listened to the radio,
Waited for something to come along.
That was as good as our song.
All: 'Cause our song is a slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late tapping on his window.
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
'Cause it's late and his mama don't know.
Our song is the way he laughs,
The first date man, I didn't kiss him and I should have.
And when I got home, before I said Amen
Asking God if he could play it again.
H: Play it again, oh yeah, oh, oh yeah.
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car.
P: I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song.
As the song finished we arrived at Hazel's. We were so caught up that I almost drove past it.
"Come on Annie. You can get your dress later. Right now you're having food." Hazel practically dragged Annabeth out the car. Nico insists on cooking instead of buying stuff that's already made. The last thing I heard was Hazel saying bye to me and Annabeth yelling at Hazel to not call her Annie.
As I drove past the café to my house, I looked in the window. Boy was that a big mistake. I saw Jason and Reyna at the same booth I was in earlier. Seeing this scene, I just let out all of my emotions. I pulled into a random parking space and pulled my notebook out of my bag. I flipped onto an empty page and pulled the pen off the back cover. I let out all of my bottled up emotions out into songs. Sadness at Jason. Anger at them both. Just a general sad/angry mood at seeing them together and Jason cheating. He couldn't even break up with me. I wouldn't even care if it was by text! I HATE cheaters, it was like they didn't even care about the other person enough to tell them the truth when it happened and why.
I finished my new songs and called up my manager. Her name's Bethany. Her voice bubbled into my ear, "Hey Pipes, how's life?"
"I've got some new songs that need recording. I'm heading over now."
"Right. Buh-bye"
"Bye"
At the studio
As soon as I walked into my room Bethany came over. She's 20 and acts like a teenager. She has a teenaged fashion sense and she acts likes my advisor and friend more than my manager. Today she was wearing ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt with dark blue trainers. She has blonde hair dip-dyed blue and wears red contacts because, I quote 'They're red eyes. That's just fucking awesome.' She loves unicorns and is just strange because she is all fluffy bunnies and unicorns but has really strange and dark thoughts sometimes. She wears black lipstick all the time, literally every day. "So, tell me what made you write." She perched on one of the chairs and lent forwards, cupping her face with her hands. So I told her. "And now we're here. Having this conversation." She stood up and pushed me towards the recording room. "Go on Pipes! I wanna hear what your new songs sound like. I'll think of advice while you sing."
I got out my notebook and set it open on the first song. Then it all flowed out in a bundle of emotional song.
AN: And we are done! That was 1818 words on word and 4 and a tiny bit pages. So what did you think? Please review little ShizzleLovers!Tell me thoughts and song ideas for Piper to sing. PM if you want. You can tell me if you want anyone to suggest it and who you think Piper should be with for a while. It can't be Jason though. Her and Jason are done.
M/A
This is an idea I got from Mrs-DiAngelo25. It's when you write a bit at the end of the AN about a song you want to share or you just like. M/A stands for Music Appreciation.
My chosen song is *Drumroll*: Pretty Little Psycho by Nightcore.
It was originally by Porcelain Black but I like the Nightcore version. The chorus goes:
'Oh, oh, oh, oh here we go.
Walking, talking like you know,
I want your PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO!'
I just really like it for some reason, even I don't know why.
PEACE OUT SHIZZLELOVERS! \/ Peace.