Fangirl
by: Kiku Nakamura


Disclaimer: I do not own, PJO or HoO, for the gods sakes' do you think I look like a 49 year old man? No? I thought so.

Author's Note: Superscripts next to a word indicate to the footnotes at the bottom of the page.

Her eyes never lifted off of the pages and words on the book. She had been flipping pages for probably two hours, maybe more. Brown orbs started to fill with tears. She sniffled. Why was she going to get a tissue when she could just stay there under her warm blanket on the couch? Another sniffle.

She gave up and ran bare feet to get tissues. Hurrying back to the pages, she threw herself back under the blanket. It was an important part. Heck, what was better than her OTP(1)?

Reyna felt them rolling down her face. It was normal. Who didn't get moisture in their eyes while reading about feels(2)? Sheesh, whoever just said they could was obviously a liar.

Damn it, those authors must be killers in diguise. Messing with fangirls(3)- no, scratch that- fanwarriors. They went through so many internal battles, there was no point in being thought of as girls that just cried at home. Though that was true, it wasn't the point.

She felt even more tears fall down the side of her face, seeing as Reyna was laying down to read. The tears collected together as they reached the right side of her face.

And it was at that moment that someone decided to be annyoing and knocked on the door to her praetor's house. She was upset with whoever this was. It was just so- ugh! The door bell rang again.

"Reyna! I know you're in there! Open up!"

The brunette walked over to her door. She still felt the tears, cold from the surrounding temperature, but she used her palm and brushed them away. Hey, she didn't want to keep that annoying, candy-loving praetor waiting.

Opening the door, Reyna looked at his purple camp shirt and sweat pants. She then looked up to his blond hair, strands strewn with flakes of snow. Reyna looked past his shoulders and saw precipitation. The snow didn't come down in those majestical flurries, it was those that blew fast and slapped against your face.

"Hey, Reyna," Jason said. They were best friends over the few years. She looked up into his eyes and gave him the 'are-you-crazy?' look that she had learned to master. It was below 40 degrees that day. She expected him to continue, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable.

"What?" she asked, it came out foul to her ears, sounding more like a growl than a question.

"Are you crying?" Jason asked. His curious blue eyes studied hers. And he moved in so that Reyna could see the specks of gray and brown around his irises. Reyna felt herself taking shorter breaths. It was moments like this that she wondered if Jason was truly in reality that oblivious. Telling herself to calm down, she forced her heart rate back to normal.

She put on her best glare before saying, "No, it's the feels." He was trying to form a question, What? and she saw the scar on his lip quiver up. Reyna felt the urge to just stare at him. Instead though, she did a face palm.

"Wait, you don't know what the feels are do you?" He shook his head. "Nevermind then."

"What about the term fangirl?" No.

"Um... fandom(4)?" Nope.

"Fanfiction(5)?" Not a clue.

"OTP? Canon(6)? Shipping(7)?" No can do.

"ASDFGHJKL(8)?" Nada.

"Booknerd(9)?" Maybe.

Okay, then, Reyna thought to herself. Let's start with booknerd.

"So, today, we're having a quick mini-lesson on what your best friend is."

"Reyna, aren't you a demigod, daughter of Bellona?" Jason asked. She looked at him; he wasn't kidding. Cue the eye rolls.

"Other than that, I am also a fangirl and booknerd. I have told you that before haven't I?"

"..."

"I haven't? I thought I did."

Throughout the next hour, explainations, exasperated sighs, and confused looks were exchanged over the couch. Reyna discussed everything from ship names to how horrid authors could get. However, she had just left Jason with a book to read sometime after. She needed to continue that heart-wrenching thing with pages and letters and ink.

She felt the tears slipping down silently. It then turned into muffled sobs. Jason wrapped one arm -the one that wasn't holding onto a book translated to Latin for him- around her waist, as a comforting gesture.

"Rey, I liked how you explained everything, but I really just needed to borrow a few bl- achoo!" Jason said and er, sneezed after resting his chin on her head. He went and grabbed a tissue on the coffee table. "As I was saying, borrow a few blankets."

"We're my official headcanon(10)."


FOOTNOTES-

1- OTP: one true pairing, pretty much your main pairing
2- Feels: shortened term for feelings
3- Fangirl: a girl who cannot control her feels and likes books a lot, it just might be considered her life and finds that being crazier than other fangirls is a goal in life
4- Fandom: a series or tv show etc that you really like and may or may not: have a fanpage for it, get hysterical jokes only to you and other people, have the entire series, follow posts on Tumblr/Instagram
5- Fanfiction: are you really bothering with this one? Check which website you're on.
6- Canon: something made official
8- Shipping: a pairing; (n.) ship
7- ASDFGHJKL: banging your head against the wall because of feels
9- Booknerd: very much like a fangirl, there are fanboys too
10- Headcanon- something not made official; often a shipping/scenario that it made up in a booknerd's mind