Chap. 4- Phone Call

Piper POV

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!

A/N: I decided to do a Piper POV. Hope you like!

"OHMYGODSJASONITSANNABETH!" I scream into the phone.

"What?" he says.

I put the phone away from my mouth so Annabeth doesn't go deaf. "Annabeth is on the phone!"

Jason replies, looking up from his paper, "Isn't that kind of dangerous, since there are still some-"

"Don't you think we can hold off monsters?" I ask sternly. Then, I put the phone back up to my ear. "Sorry about that," I said.

"No problem. Hey, Piper, I wanted to talk to you about something," said Annabeth, "but I don't really know how."

"I don't care, just blurt it out."

I usually didn't mind people being straightforward, but today, I did. "Ok, then." Annabeth took a deep breath and blurted it out in one breath. "Percy's dead and we just had our third baby." She starts crying. Oh, gods. This can't be a joke. Annabeth wouldn't do that. And yet, I couldn't make myself believe her about Percy.

"What are you talking about? I'm sure Percy's just-" I said.

"I saw it, Piper!" Annabeth screamed. Oops, I accidentally stepped over Annabeth's line. I felt my eyes watering. How could this happen? Percy was only- what, 30? 29? 28? I knew he was at least a year older than me. With a baby, too? This was definitely hard for Annabeth. They'd know each other more than half of their lives.

"I'm so sorry, Annabeth," I whispered into the phone, shaking with shock.

Jason notices me and walks over, rubbing my shoulders. "What happened?" he asks dumbly because though he would never expect this.

"It's Percy," I tell him. "He died." Jason stood there, petrified, then barged out the door and flew away. Shaking with sobs, I talk into the phone, "Annabeth, can I call you later tonight? Maybe we can meet up in a day or two."

"Yeah," she says, sniffling. "I'm gonna go ta-alk to Ha-a-zel. Bye." She hangs up and I put the phone down.

I walk outside, not bothering to put on shoes or a jacket. "Jason!" I call, knowing he's on the roof, which is like his hiding place whenever he's mad or upset. "You can't sit up there forever!"

Jason's response is rain. It poured and poured and he caused it. He can stop it, but he chooses not to, because he wants everyone to feel his pain and sorrow. I know he is soaked up on the roof, so I walk into our front yard and plop down on the soaked, muddy grass. "Jason!" I holler. "Please come down!"

I went inside after an hour and a half of calling to Jason. He didn't come down for three hours. It didn't stop pouring for four.

"Jason," I say when he finally came in. I know Jason had a tighter relationship with Percy than I did. Percy and I were like... cousins, but Percy and Jason were like brothers. "I'm sorry. It wasn't expected to me eith-" Jason cuts me off.

"It's not your fault." Jason ends there and locks himself in our bedroom.

I decide that Annabeth should be done talking to Hazel by now, so I try to call her back. No answer. I try one more time. Nothing.

Since Annabeth wasn't picking up, I think about picking up Malachi from daycare. Nah, he's not supposed to be picked up for another two hours.

The only other thing I can think of doing is looking at old pictures, so I get out the old photo albums from when I was at Camp Half-Blood and stare at the priceless memories from my childhood, hoping Malachi's can be easier but just as fun, while I sob into the couch.

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