A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy. I will try to post a new chapter every week.

Piper stood in front of her closet, poring over her collection of clothing. Since really settling into Camp Half-Blood after the defeat of Gaea, she had developed a keener sense of taste in clothing, no longer just wearing jeans and a T-shirt anymore. She had dragged Annabeth and Hazel, her two best buds, into fashion as well.

Currently, Piper was trying to figure out what to wear to Rachel's party. Rachel, the oracle at camp, was holding a party that night, as she did about once a month. Rachel's parties were always the best. She had her own cave out in the woods, so she could get as crazy as she wanted, whereas parties back in any of the cabins had to be tamer, to fit within the camp's rules.

Piper knew full well that there would be easily thirty people at this party, if not more. It was one of those nights where she felt like she had to dress her absolute best for some reason. Finally, after what seemed like hours of pondering in front of her overstuffed closet, Piper grabbed a pair of orangey-red cargo pants and a tight-fitting white crop top. She quickly tugged on the clothes and looked in the mirror, pleased with her outfit. She slipped some silver hoops into her ears and laced up a pair of combat boots. She pulled all of her hair back into a slick high ponytail, and wore no makeup, but she clearly didn't need to.

With a final nod in the mirror, she grabbed her brown leather purse and walked out the door.

. . .

Annabeth couldn't decide. She had changed her outfit three times already. Now she was back in the outfit she started with. She had two other outfits laid out on the bed in front of her. She wore a simple Camp Half-Blood tee with light-wash distressed mom jeans.

"Ah, what the heck," she muttered as she scooped up the clothes on her bed, flinging them into the closet. She tugged on her white Nike Air Force 1s and knotted her shirt in the front, and without even a glance in the mirror, she dashed out the door of her cabin.

. . .

Hazel was struggling. Sure, Piper had tried to teach her about fashion, in return for more sword-fighting practice, but she was still clueless. She had a flashback to the Argo II, when Hecate had trusted her with this task that she had no idea how to do. She felt the same way now.

It seemed like it was Piper's presence that had helped Hazel figure out what to wear in the past. Now, alone, it seemed an impossible task. It didn't help that her wardrobe was limited, due to the small suitcase she had packed for visiting Camp Half-Blood for the week. She stared at her neatly rolled rows of clothing, her eyes glazing over as her thoughts wandered.

"Hey girlie, how's it going?" Piper strolled in through the cabin door, looking fabulous as always. How did she manage to make cargo pants look so good? Piper noticed Hazel slumping in front of her suitcase of clothes and grinned.

"I figured you'd need my help," she crossed the room and knelt by Hazel's open suitcase. She muttered to herself as she dug through the clothes, occasionally holding something up, then either tossing it aside or placing it in a small pile above the suitcase. Soon enough, Piper stood up, gathering the small pile of clothes on the floor and dumping them on the bed.

"Alrighty, there's three prospects for you that I thought you might like," she said. One outfit was a pair of black jeans with tears at the knees, a white Pink Floyd T-shirt, and army jacket; another was a strappy yellow crop with black shorts, and the third was a low-cut simple white crop with a light pink and black windbreaker and distressed mom jeans. Hazel immediately chose the last one.

"But you look so good in yellow!" Piper frowned and held up the yellow and black outfit. Hazel tilted her head, making a face at her friend.

"I'd get cold!" Hazel protested. Piper just laughed and handed Hazel the windbreaker outfit.

"Okay, fine. Go get changed."

Once Hazel reemerged from the bathroom, Piper had already set out a pair of white slip-on Vans and held a scrunchie, ready to tie up Hazel's hair. Hazel's eyes went wide and she shook her head adamantly.

"No, Pipes. My hair looks so bad up."

Piper just rolled her eyes and beckoned Hazel closer. Just then, someone else waltzed through the open door. The two girls turned around to see Annabeth.

"Hey guys, I thought I'd stop by so we could all show up together."

Piper looked in horror at Annabeth, then back at Hazel.

"What?!" Hazel and Annabeth said in unison.

"Uh uh, no no no no," Piper jumped up and ran back over to Hazel's suitcase.

"What happened?" Annabeth looked at Hazel quizzically. "Do I really look that bad?" Piper jumped up, holding a pair of loose denim joggers, looking triumphant.

"Umm, Pipes? We're—" Piper shushed Hazel with a wave of her hand.

"You were both wearing light-wash distressed mom jeans," she explained. "We want to look diverse…" She looked around at their outfits. "Hmm, now that I mention it, we're all wearing baggy pants…"

"Piper, it's fine. I really don't think anyone cares," Annabeth said. Nonetheless, Piper shoved the joggers in Hazel's direction, who reluctantly took them and went back into the bathroom to change.

"Piper, I'm worried." Piper looked up in surprise at Annabeth, who was looking at her with her brows knit.

"What do you mean?" Piper asked. Annabeth shook her head.

"Well, I don't know. But when we on our journey on the Argo II, you were so happy that you'd changed from the girl who'd showed up at camp eight months before. You were so much more confident, and you were happy that you no longer cared what anyone thought."

Piper smiled, then walked over to the bed, where she sat down next to her friend.

"Annabeth, I'm still different. I'm still confident and I don't care what other people think. I'm not dressing up to please anyone else, I'm having fun. I certainly don't know what happened, maybe my mother did some sort of magic to make me interested in fashion, maybe not." Piper laughed, a clear, beautiful ring that bounced around the room. "Either way, I'm doing this for myself. I'm sharing it with you guys because I hoped you would have fun too. Clearly I was wrong." She laughed again.

"Well…" Annabeth started with a smile, scrunching up her nose, "I mean, you were, but I still wish you'd mentioned that at the start. Maybe I would've been more enthusiastic if I'd known that you weren't just acting like Drew."

Just then, Hazel walked out of the bathroom, fiddling with the string on her pants.

"Girl, what took you so long?" Piper giggled.

"The string went inside the hole and I couldn't get it out!" Hazel protested. The other two girls automatically looked at her sympathetically, understanding exactly what she meant. It was the worst when the string got lost in the waistband; there was almost always no return from that. They busted up into laughter. Annabeth checked her watch and stood up.

"We'd better get going," she announced. Hazel slipped on her shoes and the three of them walked out the door.