A/N: School is kicking my ass right now. Life: 1, Clemi: 0

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She couldn't take her eyes off him for the entire ceremony. The wedding at sunset was almost too cliché. But, she had to admit that he looked incredible against the fiery oranges that accompanied the setting sun. There were hundreds of people to look at. All sitting and staring at the happy couple from their spots in front of the altar. Drew didn't think it would be a big wedding, but the campers alone from Long Island were up in the hundreds range, coupled with the sheer number of the legion. Thousands of faces to examine; she chose the one she knew the best.

Right when she as about to look away, his eyes met hers and she found herself frozen. He didn't even seem shocked to find her staring at him. As she stared at him, Drew felt something in the pit of her stomach. Her breath hitched and the only thing she could register was the pounding of her heart and the small flecks of amber in his tawny brown eyes.

Drew was in a dream; sure that her dress was going to melt off her body, and her little bouquet of flowers was going to turn to ash any second. She had never seen someone so beautiful at that moment. If he had asked her she would've left right then. Drew wouldn't have thought twice about screwing the damn ceremony and running away with him. If he asked she would've said yes in a heartbeat. But he didn't; he just kept staring at her. She wished he would ask.

Percy noticed their little exchange. Drew caught a glimpse of his uncomfortable expression from behind Leo, and had to hold in a laugh. Just like that, the moment passed and she found herself wondering what had come over her. The only thing that lingered was the familiar tug in her chest.

Drew was just glad that Piper had decided to have her wedding at Camp Jupiter. She half expected her to have it back at Camp; considering that she was broke and didn't have enough money for a bus ticket, she was damn glad. But she wasn't glad that Piper had picked her as maid of honor. She loved Piper, she really did. But, Drew honestly thought Annabeth would've been better for the job. Piper had insisted, because they were sisters and some traditions were worth holding on to.

And that's how Drew found herself curling Piper's hair, in their tiny little dorm, on the first Saturday of June.

"I don't know why you didn't just go get it done," She muttered. Her forehead was already creased in concentration.

"They always make me look like a pageant contestant."

"Yeah, bu—"

"Drew, you are a daughter of Aphrodite, I didn't think anybody could do a better job." Piper laughed. The bride to be was practically glowing and she wasn't even getting married until seven.

Drew smiled and shook her head. She quickly found herself getting jealous of Piper's long chocolate locks; no longer choppy and short, Drew couldn't make jabs about how Piper must've lost a fight with a pair of scissors.

"Your hair is perfect for curling. Why don't you ever do it?"

"It takes too long," She whined. "And you're one to talk."

"These aren't natural, hon, you ever want to see my morning routine? I'd be glad to show it to you." Drew wrapped another thick strand around the curling iron. "Are you nervous?"

"Are you?" Piper's response caught Drew by surprise. She almost gave herself a third degree burn.

"You're the one getting married."

"I did tell you Leo was coming, didn't I?"

Drew met her gaze in the mirror with a deadpan expression. "He's the best man, dumbass."

"How many years as it been since you've seen him, two?"

"Barely one and a half."

"Not even an email or anything?" Piper's eyebrows knit together.

"I think there was one. Something about stuff being complicated, and that we shouldn't see each other for a while…"

"What?" Piper turned completely around, causing Drew to have to jerk the curling iron back, burning her hand and yanking Piper's hair in the process. This was also the exact moment Hazel, Reyna, and Annabeth decided to show up.

"Hey ladi—oh…" Hazel said cheerfully, before seeing the two daughters of Aphrodite glaring at each other.

"You see? This is why I don't do other people's hair."

"Oh yeah? Well, I seem to recall you saying that once I grew my hair out I just had to let you do it." Piper matched her tone evenly.

"I was drunk, you can't hold me to that."

Annabeth sighed and set five black garment covers on Drew's bed. "Why don't you go run some water on that." She nodded to Drew, and took over the curling iron. Drew still thought Annabeth would've been the better maid of honor.

"Jason hasn't seen the dress, has he?" Hazel set down a few makeup bags and what not, whilst directing a worried glance towards Piper.

"I don't think so…you don't really believe all that superstitious stuff, do you?"

Hazel looked at her bewildered. "Don't you?" Sometimes Drew still thought it was strange that Hazel had grown up in an entirely different time period. But sometimes she didn't; like when the girls had gotten together and gossiped about "relationship issues", she had gone as red as a tomato.

Drew snorted. "Don't worry about that, babe, Jason's too whipped to try and sneak a peek at the dress." Piper gave a weak attempt at chucking a comb at Drew, but it proved to be pretty challenging with Annabeth's death grip on her head.

The girl's didn't talk much after that, except to exchange the occasional joke and giggle and push each other around. After Drew and Annabeth had finished curling Piper's hair, Annabeth proved to be pretty skilled at braiding—Drew would admit. She watched in wonder as Annabeth's tanned fingers worked quickly and nimbly, weaving the top of Piper's hair into intricate braids, and letting the rest fall in tumbles down her back. And Drew always thought she had man hands.

An hour or two later Reyna voiced her urgent need of a coffee run, to which Annabeth and Hazel promptly agreed to, and went with her in the promise of bringing back hot chocolate for the two remaining girls. Drew took this time to start on Piper's makeup.

"Is your dad going to walk you down the aisle?"

"Oh," Piper blinked. "I don't know. I mean, he's so busy—I called him, but…"

"Have you told him?"

"It's complicated," Drew saw Piper's eyes begin to water, so she set down the eye shadow palette she was using and took her sister's hand in hers.

"Hey," She smiled. "You're talking to an expert on complicated father-daughter relationships. What's up?"

"I wish he was here?"

"Why isn't he?"

"Look, Aphrodite told me that it would ruin him if he ever found about," She made wide gestures with her arms. "All this."

"Don't you think he'd want to see his daughter get married?"

She picked at a loose string on her sweatpants. "I don't know, I don't know. I just don't want him to end up in a mental hospital."

"Well…I guess you're just going to have to take that chance." Drew unintentionally bit her lip.

"Huh?" Piper looked over Drew's nervous expression. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. Now, shut up, and let me do your makeup."

Piper was stunning. It made Drew think back to a time when she would've fantasized about ripping Beauty Queen's head off, and now she was the maid of honor at her wedding. She even looked stunning when she saw her father waiting for her. Drew watched her best friend's teary expression, as she tried to hold it together. Drew laughed and winked at her, to which Piper attempted to return a scowl, but wound up cracking a grin even wider than Drew's.

Of course Jason also got teary when he saw her, which made half of the girl's get teary. Drew internally groaned at what a big bawl fest this was turning out to be (she didn't want to admit she was having a good time). Then she looked at him for the first time in over 12 months. And the quiet sobs, and touching vows faded into the back of her mind, because he was all that mattered.

Drew watched Percy and Annabeth slow dance from her table. If there was ever a relationship she was jealous of, it was theirs. Everything was so easy with those two; they just flowed. Everyone noticed how painfully intense their connection had become after they returned from Tartarus, and wrapped up the whole Giant shebang.

"Touching ceremony, don't you think?" He said and plopped down in the chair next to her.

For a minute she found it hard to breathe, but after counting to five she managed to regain her voice. "I think glitter canons would've just been the cherry on top…too much?"

He laughed. She didn't realize how much she missed him until now. Apparently he was thinking the same thing. "It's good to see you, Drew."

"I would ask you how your trip was, but I don't know where the hell you went." They both laughed.

"Gee thanks, glad you care so much."

"Aw, poor Leo." She rubbed his back, and he jokingly shrugged her off.

"And I was at Camp, FYI." She tilted her head and shrugged. "Oh gods, Drew, control yourself—we're at a wedding—try and contain your excitement."

He had her doubled over at that. "Damn, do you have any idea what's it's been like? Stuck with these stiffs for a year and a half? I don't think I could've stood another week without you."

Their laughter died down, and for a while they just sat and enjoyed each other's company.

"You look nice tonight," He said.

"Well, I for one was pretty shocked when you walked in here and were almost mildly hot."

He rolled his eyes. "Please, I'm the hottest guy here."

Drew shook her head and turned back to Percy and Annabeth, still slow dancing.

"Why aren't they married yet?"

Leo sipped on a glass of champagne. "Don't know, some shit about labels and waiting till graduation."

"Shit," Drew grabbed Leo's glass and downed it. "By the time this is all over all our friends are going to be married and squeezing out kids like there's no tomorrow."

Leo sighed and slung a playful arm around her shoulder. "They're goners, man, pretty soon the only thing they'll have to talk about is agonizing stories about buying soccer cleats for their kids."

Drew laughed, but a thousand volts of electricity shot through her body when his arm came in contact with her bare shoulders.

"So…are you going back to Long Island?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I still have some credits I need to finish up here."

"I just want to know where you'll be, so we don't have a three year gap this time."

"I just thought we both agreed we should spend some time apart."

Drew rolled her eyes. "Well, I was under the impression it would be, like, five months tops."

"Do you really want to have this conversation?" He looked her dead in the eye. She couldn't tell what he was thinking when she nodded. "C'mon."

Drew followed him out, away from the dance floor and tables gathered near the forum. Once they were a far enough so that no one could hear them, he looked at her.

"I'm sorry, what the hell happened?" Surprisingly, his voice wasn't angry.

"You left sent me an email saying that we needed time apart, then ran away to New York for a year and half. I guess simply talking to me didn't even occur to you."

He shook his head. "Don't try and play the victim, Drew, you did as much damage as I did."

"Like what?"

"The night you picked me up from the bar. Do you remember what happened after?"

She scowled. "Do you?"

"Yes, and I also remember waking up to you basically running out of the car."

"You were supposed to be asleep! And I had a shit load of work to do. I almost missed my exams. "

"Yeah, but even after that you never talked about it with me."

"You know why?" She raised her voice and unknowingly stomped her foot. "I assumed you didn't remember. I assumed you were just drunk and horny."

"Yeah, I was drunk and horny—but, doesn't change the fact it meant something to me."

"Well, why didn't you talk to me?" She practically shouted.

He ran a hand down his face. "Because, we aren't right for each other, Drew! I've never been good with people. I can't do this whole relationship thing. Look at us, we're already fighting. How much more opposite can you get?"

"Are you seriously trying to give me a lesson in compatibility?"

"You know you deserve better, right? After everything you've been through, you deserve someone romantic, who'll buy you flowers, and take you on dates to fancy restaurants."

She stepped toward him. "You think I care about that shit? I don't, I never have. All I care about is you, you're all I want, Leo." He blinked. "But I could live with losing you, if I knew it was what you wanted; but, don't end this for me, I'll never be able to move on if you do."

He ran a hand through his hair, a pained expression plain on his face. "I wish it wasn't this hard."

"Then stop making it. If this is the end—fine. But don't come find me tomorrow or next week, thinking I'll do this all over again. I'm done with this on-again-off-again bullshit."

She didn't realize it, but while she was talking she had begun to walk away from him.

"Drew…"

"I'm so done, Leo. How many more times am I going to have to prove how much you mean to me?"

"Please." She looked back at him, and it was like she was back at the altar, standing behind Piper. She felt the familiar tug in her chest, a sort of gravitational pull reeling her towards Leo. Drew hated the feeling; she didn't want to be tethered to someone. It made her sick when she wasn't around him, and when she was she couldn't get enough. It was like her addiction all over again, except this time it wasn't on pills. Anywhere he was, even if they weren't together, it was like she could sense his presence; like a bright flame burning into the back of her mind, he was always on her mind. Drew knew then that she loved Leo, stronger and harder than she had loved Tyler or anyone for that matter. She thought she loved him when she was 16, that was nothing to what she felt now.

"Bye, Leo." And she walked away.