Hi!
So, I know that I'm supposed to update 'Because every prince needs his princess', and I'm working on the next chapter; but I saw this prompt on Reedsy.
Reedsy is actually an awesome place to look for prompts or participate in contests. Some of these have no entrance fee, while others do.
Anyways.. I was scrolling through this weeks' contest prompts when I came upon this amazing prompt, and I'm like,"This is perfect for Thalia and Jason!" So, I wrote the story with different names and slightly different appearances, but kept the personalities as similar as possible. (I hope it's not too OOC.)
So, after finishing up the story, I edited it for it to become a fanfic... and Voila!
To be honest, I'm a huge Percabeth fan – not really into Jasper (don't kill me!) – and I never thought I'd write something other than that... but here I am!
P.S: I did proofread, but just in case, let me know if i forgot to change a name or something.
Also, I do not mean to offend anyone with this story; I have nothing against the color pink, and do not discriminate against those called 'punks'.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the prompt.
The young woman explored the dual-bedroom, single bathroom apartment. She shrugged; it wasn't terrible, per se, but this apartment wasn't as luxurious as her old home. Granted, she hadn't lived in a five-star worthy apartment earlier, but she hadn't expected her new house to be this worn down. She wasn't a fan of the neon-yellow lights in the kitchen; or the sickly green paint chipping off the walls, to name a few.
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Thalia had lived in a pleasant studio apartment, alone, that was near the training arena. She was a professional archer, twenty-one years of age, training for the Olympics. Her life had been blissful until the old owner of the apartment demanded her to leave, claiming that he didn't like the way she dressed. Thalia looked at herself in the mirror. She had shoulder-length black hair – usually died at the tips every few months, a couple of ear piercings, and adorned in a band t-shirt and black jeans. Apparently, he didn't like renting his apartment to a 'punk' who would spray paint his apartment. She scoffed; at least she was dressed decently, not like those youngsters who wore bright pink short skirts, and shirts which were two sizes too small. Regardless, he gave her a week's notice to gather her things and leave.
...
Thalia turned away from the mirror and focused on the task at hand: unpacking. She picked up a box and set it in the empty room; the other one was her roommate's. Presently, her roommate wasn't home, and she couldn't help but wonder what her roommate would be like; the last time she'd shared a flat was when she was in college, a couple of years ago. The bedroom door was open, so the girl glimpsed inside. She saw a room full of pink. Thalia internally groaned; she was probably going to live with a stuck-up princess, presumably a couple of years younger than her. Thalia was the Grinch when it came to the color pink; she thought it was too bright and revolting. She stormed into her new room, cursing her old owner with a few choice words. Muttering angrily, the young lady started unpacking. She was a minimalist, so she could probably finish unpacking within an hour.
...
An hour later, Thalia sat on the bed of her new room, nodding in approval at the way she'd arrayed her stuff. She didn't know anyone at this new place, except for–
Suddenly, a chirpy voice rang out, "Roomie? I'm home!"
Thalia cringed; it was way too early – only nine in the morning – for someone to sound that bright. Besides, who used the word 'Roomie'? The black-haired female shuddered. She was regretting obeying Mr. I-don't-like-punks; she should've put up a fight instead.
"Hello? Anyone home?"
Thalia begrudgingly made her way to the living room, squaring her shoulders, and taking deep breaths.
When her new 'Roomie' saw her, she squealed – actually squealed – in a very high pitched voice before exclaiming, "Hi! My name's Piper! I'm your new roommate, duh!" she exclaimed, laughing, before continuing to blabber.
Piper was a pretty girl; with her choppy brown hair, color-changing eyes, and her fashion style, she looked like she belonged on the front cover of a Vogue magazine. Thalia was pretty good at reading people; Piper was probably naive and kept her head in the clouds. She seemed like a social butterfly, with tons of friends, but one or two best friends who were her anchors to the earth. The way she was able to talk to no end, but with impeccable English, suggested that she probably took up a creative writing course of some sort. The girl wore a silver bracelet on her wrist, with the word 'Dad' engraved on it – definitely a Dad's princess.
...
An eternity later, Thalia realized that Piper had long gone stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly. Thalia shifted her weight from one foot to another; she wasn't the kind of person that liked to interact; she preferred silence over sound any day. The only exception was music – now that should be loud.
She cleared her throat and started by saying, "Hello. I'm Thalia."
Piper nodded her head as if urging her to continue.
"I'm a professional archer, and I'm twenty-one years old?" she said – or more like asked.
Piper didn't look impressed, and Thalia was sure that the cheery girl would get to know more about her, one way or another.
The younger girl sighed before saying, "Sit down. I'll get us some breakfast, and we can play twenty-one questions."
It wasn't an offer. Thalia then discerned another thing about Piper – boy, was she determined.
...
A couple of minutes later, Piper arrived with two glasses of orange juice, and some pancakes with maple syrup drizzled on it. The duo sat on the couch and made themselves comfortable.
Piper said, "Okay! You can ask me a question first."
Her voice didn't waver, and Thalia knew that whether she liked it or not, she had to play the game.
"How old are you?" she started
"Oh! I'm eighteen years old, and I'm studying to become a lawyer..." she trailed off.
Thalia had to resist the urge to smile. It wasn't twenty-one questions if you tell people about your entire life story on the first question itself.
...
An hour later, Thalia found herself intrigued to learn about Piper. Contrary to her first assumption, Piper was the opposite of a stuck-up princess. The eighteen-year mostly lived with her dad – an actor, while her mom – a model, sometimes took her for photoshoots. Then, she bashfully brought out a Vogue magazine and showed Thalia her pictures. Thalia inwardly smirked; she'd been right after all. Of course, she was in a photoshoot. The only thing that confused her was why Piper – a rich little girl – would live in a run-down apartment like this. Piper must have seen her puzzled expression; she laughed before continuing, "I lived with my dad until I received an acceptance letter from Harvard. All my life, I was used to having people help me, and I wanted to experience the real world. So, here I am." she said, spreading her arms to emphasize the point.
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Thalia found herself opening to Piper. The girl was friendly and so easy to talk to, that Thalia was also able to share her rough past. Slowly, she found herself slipping into her memories as she spoke about her childhood days.
Thalia lived with her mom and dad; it was all rainbows and flowers until her dad was unable to bear with his haughty wife. With tears in his eyes, he left his little girl. She blamed her mother, and the once happy family found itself broken into pieces. Her mother felt guilty of her actions and sorted things out with the girl's father. A few years later, Thalia welcomed into the world, her baby brother–
...
Her story was interrupted by the piercing sound of the doorbell. Both the girls flinched, having been jolted out of their thoughts. They sat for a moment – quietly – until the shrill sound filled the air once more.
Piper ran to answer the door, and when she came back, her face was glowing, almost like she was a lightbulb herself. The girl started speaking again; Thalia found it hard to believe that Piper was deep in thought just a minute ago.
The preppy teen said, "Thalia! I want you to meet somebody."
Albeit confused, Thalia made her way to the dining table, where she saw a blonde-haired man sitting. His back faced her, so Thalia was unable to make out what he looked like, but he seemed familiar.
Piper called out, "Jason! Meet my new roommate, Thalia!"
Then she said, "Roomie, this is my best friend, Jason. He's going to become a pilot soon."
Once again, in true Piper fashion, the girl continued to ramble.
Thalia and Jason exchanged glances; before trying to stifle their laughs.
...
Jason looked about Piper's age, with blonde hair and electric blue eyes. Thalia glanced between Piper and Jason; they had quite a few resemblances in appearance. Both of them had blue eyes – Piper having them when light fell on them – but Piper's were a lighter shade. Both of them were magazine-cover worthy, but the similarities ended there; Jason wasn't as tanned as Piper, and her personality screamed loud and colorful.
Neither Jason nor Thalia had the heart to interrupt the girl, so they stared at her, smothering their laughter.
A while later, Piper stopped and said, "Hey! Both your eyes look so alike! Are you long-lost siblings or something?" she said, before bursting into giggles.
Jason and Thalia shared a smirk before they said – in haunting unison, "We are."
Abruptly Piper stopped laughing, looking between them, confusion written all over her face.
Jason took that opportunity to elaborate, "Piper, Thalia is my elder sister. I was the one who recommended her to move in with you," he chuckled.
At the uncomprehending expression on her face, he continued, "Thalia used to live nearby. Remember, I used to tell you I was going to visit my sister?" she nodded. "This is her," he said, motioning to Thalia with his hands.
Piper just stood there for a minute, until her face broke out into an enormous grin that filled half of her face. Her eyes held mischief, and Jason just knew what she was going to say next:
"Where are his baby pictures?"
And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.
The End.
I swear, my Author's notes are longer than the actually stories, but, whatever.
I really, really hope you guys like it!
I'd love some reviews!
~LittleMissPrincess