Hey, guys I apologize for the long wait...I was having a rough week this week and I was working on this very hard because I wanted this chapter specifically built to its highest perfection. And I wanted it to be one that you guys would enjoy as well since we do have all of our favorite Camp Half-Blood characters in here.

But this chapter was almost 20 pages on Word! Very, very long so I could fill up the time you guy have waited.

I do not own PJO but please enjoy!

The bus was oddly quiet except for a couple of low murmurs and whispers. Even the bus driver kept raising his eyebrow and looking at the horizontal mirror that was above his forehead to stare at the large group of people. The eerie and pudgy man was starting to creep Piper out.

It was funny, actually, how they got on there. With all the excitement bouncing around them, getting each other grinning and laughing and acting like teenagers again. And then they realized that they had to actually be in the building where the runway was going to be in order to practice and rehearse and figure out who was going to wear what. They were still excited, no doubt, but they were still a little disappointed. Then the next part they had to figure out was how they were going to transport almost the entire camp from her office to the rehearsal sight. The only thing large enough to fit all of them was the bus—which took more than a couple minutes to pile into; it was like going on a field trip all over again.

So now here Piper was sitting on a smelly, plastic faded blue bench on a bus that smelled like a gym locker when you didn't take your clothes home to wash. She had been reluctant to sit down because there were faded brown and black spots on the seat but she'd rather be sitting down than standing up. There were only a couple people looming over her as they gripped to the metal handle bar that reached from the floor to the ceiling.

Jason let out a sigh as his spine curved against the back of the bench. The top cut into the angle just under his shoulder blades and it was starting to make his back ache. He winced, sitting up and shifting to where his back cracked. Then he settled back again, his back straight like a proud Roman. His shoulder rested on top of Piper's and he could feel her body pause. He had to suppress his smile as if he didn't notice it so that…well, he didn't know why. He just knew he had to hide his feelings as if he were afraid she wouldn't feel the same way or if they could be so strong, it could hurt her.

He wasn't sure how love was supposed to feel or how you were supposed to handle it. He was clueless when it came down to it but, like all other hardships of life, you just had to keep moving and deal with what hit you so that way it'll be easier to get back up onto your feet. Jason shifted, feeling her yarn-knitted sweater rub against the crook of his elbow, sliding down a little in the seat, and folding his hands on his lap. He blinked, thinking more about this because his ADHD and boredom was messing with him again.

Why guys felt the need to hide their feelings, he didn't know at all. It was almost as if they felt like they had the need to do it because they don't want their friends thinking they're a soft-hearted newb. Jason bit his lip. It wasn't exactly embarrassing to him because the only friends he had were Leo, who actually wanted him to date Piper, and his teammates, who didn't exactly care about his social life.

Then he realized it was because Chris was still in the picture. It's not like Jason didn't like Chris, it's just that…well, it was natural. He had always been taught to fight for what he needed and Chris was just one of those obstacles in the way of what he needed. What made Jason feel bad was the fact that Chris didn't know he was in the way. Jason knew it was wrong to think that he could easily get Piper's boyfriend out of the way, but he couldn't help it that he was wired to think that way. He mentally scolded himself and told himself to stay away from Piper.

Finally, the bus creaked to a stop, sending everyone lurching forward or sideways. Anticipation was building in everyone's chests and they just wanted to jump off the bus. They never would've thought this before, but now they desperately wanted to be in a runway show. They had done everything from fighting monsters and blowing up the bad guys and saving the world, for goodness sakes, except they had never seen the experience of a runway show.

The bus slowed to a complete and full stop next to the curb and everyone rose at the same time. Some arched their backs, raising their arms above their heads so that they could release the tension caused by the stiff bus seats.

Right when the bus doors began to slid open, breaking through the rust, the demigods squeezed through the small opening, pouring out of the double doors and standing on the concrete, their faces cocking both ways, trying to figure out where it is.

"Where is it?!" Connor screamed helplessly, his arms spread out.

Some pedestrians gave him a look and others looked in bewilderment at how many people were dashing from the bus.

"This way, you guys!" Piper called as she jumped down the last step from the entrance of the automobile and she looped around the crowd and turned left, starting at a gallop, leading her gigantic herd towards the marvelous place.

She looked over her shoulder after a while to see if they were following her or not. They were, and it was a mob of her friends with grins on their faces. A laugh bubbled from her mouth and she suddenly felt free. She was with people she knew and loved and they had been the ones to always make her feel this way—they taught the wonderful feeling to her without knowing it—to know that you really can feel the fresh and clean aura of real and true happiness.

When Piper was a teenager, most people would just tell her to live happily and freely. The only thing that they didn't mention was how. It boggled her and she had tried so hard. She found that you actually aren't supposed to really think about it, but just do what your heart tells you. And that uprising, on-the-go feeling makes you feel full and like you are invincible.

She turned back around and started to sprint as she could hear the pounding of their sneakers against the pavement behind her. It was bombarding and stomping and like something great was going to happen. Piper could hear her harsh breath and feeling the small pinch of ache in her ribs, but she didn't let it stop her. In fact, she began to sprint as her high-pitched laugh rang through the short air around her. Her hair whipped around her in thin strands and she could feel the cool wind cover her exposed neck like a pair of hands caressing her skin.

She slowed to a stop, her toes digging into the sidewalk as she bent her knees, trying to cause friction in her speed as she came to a stop in front of a gray building. You would think it would be almost like a skyscraper like every other building in New York, but really it was short and squat. It was shaped like a flat tent but the double doors that she stopped at were very tall. But it wasn't ready for decorations yet. There would be a red carpet and giant lights and food.

Piper fumbled for the keys as her jacket sleeves slipped over her knuckles. Her breath came out in fast pants but that didn't stop her smile. She could hear the shouts of excitement from her friends as they rounded the corner. She felt someone at her shoulder, hoping it to be Jason, but when she looked up it was Lacey. Her heart sank a little but then she pressed down on the latch and Lacey and her spread the doors wide open just as their other friends came jogging through. The giant crowd squeezed in, laughing and pushing each other. When the last person entered, Piper closed the doors behind her and then locked it so no one could sneak in.

Like she was in some sort of haunted place, the doors closed with an echoing, but soft, boom. She smiled to herself and placed the keys into her pocket, slipping off her sweater jacket and laying it on a nearby table. In front of her was a small hallway with two mahogany wooden tables on each side. She stepped past the hallway and the building opened up to a much bigger palace. It was dark and several chairs were stacked on one side of the room. The floor was a black tile and scattered with dust and a few pieces of trash. Piper didn't care, though, because the one thing her eyes were attracted to was the long catwalk in front of her. She pursed her lips and stepped toward it, her fingers reaching out to touch the soft, but sturdy, thin rubber-feeling carpet. This was where the magic happened. This was where you could walk out—forgetting about how you walked or looked—because all you were supposed to think about was how confident you were supposed to be. It took guts to strut out in front of multiple flashing cameras with a dress that wasn't even yours.

A runway show wasn't just about how skinny or good you looked—that's not what anything is about; not even a mirror! The real thing that this meant was how you felt about yourself and how you could show how you felt by how you acted out on here. This catwalk was like a path to showing people who you really were. Piper had thought that all Aphrodite girls were just about how beautiful they looked or how they loved couples and boys and makeup. It took Piper a while to realize it, but she found out what it really meant to be Aphrodite's daughter—and so had Silena Beauregard. To be a part of love and beauty does mean that you are that. Sure, you might be pretty, but it really means that you can find the love and beauty in things that are ugly and cannot love. And it doesn't mean appearance; it means what's in the heart and on the inside.

A small smile played on her lips and she heard the echoes of demigods' laughter. They walked behind her, taking in the landscape from the front. But what they didn't know was how much bigger backstage was.

She turned, cupped her hands around her lips and said, "Come on, guys! This way," She waved her hand to guide them back. She climbed onto the catwalk, feeling giant and a little wobbly as she walked up the narrow walk. In front of her lay two paths—one on her left and one on her right; either one led to the same place so she randomly went through the right side.

Through that was the backstage area. She turned behind the gray board for backdrop and jumped off of the stage—which was at least a foot high from the ground. The bottom of her feet stung as they made contact with the black tile.

"And here we go…" Leo said slowly as he spread his fingers out above him, his eyes dazzling. They shone brighter when Annabeth pulled down on the large handles on the other side of the room. There was a clanking noise and then the bright lights above them blinked on.

"Ooh…"'s echoed around the room as every demigod's head (except for Piper's and Lacey's) went up, staring at the ceiling that was as bright as Apollo's smile.

Piper wove through the crowd towards Lacey. "We've got to do this in the neatest way possible because it's going to get a little confusing."

"Honey," Lacey stuck out her hand like a paw. "Trust me, I know what to do." Piper smiled and Lacey continued, "We'll separate them into two groups. You'll lead one, and I'll lead the other."

"I'll take the ones who want to be in it the most?" Piper asked.

"And I'll take the least," Lacey nodded.

Piper replied with a short nod and the talking around her was loud again. It irritated her like something was making her heart itch. She bumped around in the crowd and pulled up a chair on the outskirts of the bunch. Once again, she was standing atop of it instead of sitting and soon everyone's heads were pointed towards her, their mouths shut. Piper was satisfied and wondered if this was how her teachers used to feel when trying to quiet down the class.

"Okay, so the people who don't really want to be in the show as much follow my friend, Lacey, over there!" Piper outstretched her pointed hand towards the blonde girl. There were murmurs as some walked over to her like bugs and Lacey being the source of light. "And the others come follow me over here!"

The "others" only shifted their feet because she hadn't jumped off of the chair yet.

"I'll check up on you guys later," she told Lacey's group. "Hurry up because we only have an hour or so until Jason's basketball team comes to help out as well."

There were more murmurs and she finally leapt down from the chair, guiding her group to the other side of the backstage area. An exciting feeling was popping in her chest and she jogged to the dressing room where all of her designed outfits were held. She pulled them out and hung them on a rack, spreading them out so that they could see it. And then everyone lunged at it at once.

"Grover, we've got to hide your horns somehow," Piper said wearily.

"What? But—but…" Grover began to whimper as his eyes looked up, his fingers barely patting his long brown horns sprouting from his curly hair. "Can't we just say that it's part of the outfit?"

"Why would there be horns in an outfit?"

"Hey," Grover pointed a finger at her. "Horns can be a very sensible fashion choice."

"Yeah, only for mythological creatures who are half-goat and half-human," Percy leaned back, looking over his shoulder as he was holding a blue outfit in front of him.

"Exactly, Perc,"

"Grover, these are humans with no goat blood in their bodies." Percy said.

"Then they're missing out on a lot."

Nico stood next to Piper. He raised a shoulder. "Just dress him up as a tree," he offered.

Grover's face screwed into a tight and offended knot. "I am not a tree nymph, I am a satyr!"

"You sure 'bout that?" Nico asked, rolling his head.

"Actually…" Piper trailed off with a finger at her lips. "I do have something that looks a little like a tree…"

"Are you kidding me?!" Grover screeched. "You have a tree costume but not something with horns? Who in their right mind would want dress like a tree more than with horns?"

"People who want to be trees!" Nico yelled.

"What…is this?" Jason asked with his finger outstretched, holding some sort of black string around it.

Leo looked over. His eyebrows shot up in recognition. "That would be a thong, Jason."

"Ugh!" Jason yelped with his expression completely disgusted and he shooed it away from him and it fell to the floor.

"What is wrong with you?" Thalia asked as she bent down to pick it up. "You are a grown up man, I'm surprised you haven't seen one before."

"Well—I—you—" Jason spluttered with his cheeks turning bright red. "I—well what'd you expect me to do?! Rub my face all over it?!"

Leo shot him a look and then began to laugh, his hands clutching his stomach. The corners of Thalia's lips turned upwards and slapped Jason in the arm with the underwear. "No! You just don't have to be so anti-social and awkward around it!" She sashayed past him, saying as she was next to him, "It's just a thong. I—"

"I don't want to know!" Jason screamed as his eyes squeezed shut.

Thalia shook her head. "There is no possible way we're related," she mumbled.

There was a screeching noise that pierced the air. Everyone instinctively ducked and their hands either floated to their hip or they curled into fists, holding them up like they were ready for a fight. But they relaxed when they found that it was Annabeth stepping from behind a curtain posing as the changing stall.

Percy halted when he saw her and his jaw was gaped open.

"Do you think it's too…revealing?" Annabeth asked as she put a hand on her hip, checking herself out in a tall mirror that was on the wall in front of her. She wore a gray fitted dress that cut at four inches above the knee. The straps were thick on her shoulders, about two fingers width, and it showed her elegant collar bones and looped comfortably without showing much of her chest.

Percy kept staring at her like a fish out of water.

She turned around. "What?" she asked innocently.

Nearby, Jason stepped over and stood back-to-back with Percy. He turned his head, acting like a spy or a ninja, and whispered fiercely, "Just say what I told Piper!"

Percy's eyes widened and he turned his head to the side, looking over his shoulder. "What did you say to Piper?" He asked though his tone normal.

Jason raised a shoulder. "That she was a knockout."

"When did this happen?"

"Oh, yeah…" Jason said as his voice rose. "You were at Camp Jupiter at the time…"

Percy's eyebrows scrunched together and he turned back to Annabeth who was staring at them blankly. "What in the world did I miss while I was at Camp Jupiter?!" He asked out loud.

Jason blinked. His lips puckered together and he awkwardly stepped to the side and quickly walked away from Percy.

"What—?" Percy cut himself off as he turned around in a full circle, not realizing that Jason had left. Then when he turned back, Annabeth was giving him a glare.

"What are you doing, Seaweed Brain?"

He opened his mouth to protest, but then he decided against it. His shoulders fell and he said, "Nothing. You look beautiful, Wise Girl."

Annabeth beamed at him.

The metal-on-metal screeching noise boomed again and this time, Clarisse stepped out and walked to the mirror.

"What the hell!" Travis exclaimed when he saw what she was wearing.

Her dress was crimson red and it hugged to her figure. She wasn't as meaty and buff as she used to be when she was a kid. She had grown taller since then, her skin stretching to where she was thinner than she was and her strong arms were lined with muscles; her calves may have been round from all the running, but it matched her waist which was rock hard—as well as her abs which rippled across her stomach. The blood-red dress brought out those features, making her pop out like a zit on a clean face.

She turned to look at him, her eyelids slit into a glare. "What?" even though it was one simple word, it sounded like a threat that, if you answered, she would still pulverize the air out of you.

Connor shook his head viciously as Travis waved his hands like he was ridding of something. "Nothing," They both said with their eyes growing wide.

"Good." She growled and turned back to the mirror.

"Oh—my—gods!" A voice squealed. It was Lacey as she walked towards Clarisse. "So you do have a figure!"

Clarisse glared at the girl, feeling a bang of anger pulse through her blood. She looked back at her reflection, her confident pose with her hands on her hips. Her eyes burned and a small lump formed in her throat. She could easily imagine Silena standing next to her in the mirror.

She would have a grin on her face and would be touching the dress, smoothing it out before them, and saying, "See? If you just try these things, they can also turn out good! You look wonderful, Clarisse!"

"You look wonderful, Clarisse," a voice said.

Her body froze and she turned to find Piper standing there with a small smile on her thin lips. Clarisse stared at her with wide, concentrated eyes. Her breath felt cold as it exhaled.

Piper gave a short nod, gesturing to the dress. "Is that what you're wearing for the runway?"

Clarisse knew that she probably already seemed weak at the moment. She lightly cleared her throat and said as she turned back to the mirror, "Eh…not sure; do you think I should?"

"Definitely!" Lacey exclaimed, bouncing on her toes and clasping her hands together.

Clarisse narrowed her eyes on the blond and perky girl. She didn't move the rest of her body except give her a look. It was silent except for Piper stifling her laughter.

"Gee, I gotta go check up on my group," Lacey said as if she didn't see the look. And with that, she turned on her pink heel and left.

Piper joined Clarisse at the mirror. "I think you should. It would be a great example of showing girls that being strong doesn't mean that you're a man."

Clarisse couldn't keep the proud smile off of her face.

"Dude, you've gotta help me!" Leo clutched the collar of Jason's shirt. "I don't know what to wear!"

"Having wardrobe problems?"

"I have to have something with a little bling! Something…exciting!" Leo turned, gesturing with his fingers as he stared into the distance, his eyes twinkling. "But there's just nothing that fits that for me!"

"You could always just wear the thong that Thalia took," Jason shrugged.

Leo opened his mouth to protest, but then stopped, his eyes glazing over as if he were actually imaging himself walking down the catwalk wearing only a thong.

Jason saw this and he cautioned his hands out. "You're not actually considering that, are you? I was joking!"

"Nah…although it might be my style, it wouldn't exactly fit the runway theme. If I wanted to wear a thong, I'd go to a strip club."

Jason shook his head. "I'm sure you'll find something."

"You're kidding, right?" Leo looked up at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "Everyone already took everything else."

"Then ask Piper,"

"Ask Piper what?" The girl herself stepped in. She had been walking by coincidently and had heard her name.

"Leo doesn't have anything to wear." Jason explained, gesturing a limp hand towards their friend.

Piper scoffed a laugh. "You can't be serious. There's gotta be something."

Leo's eyebrows shot up, giving Piper a lazy look.

"Come on," she groaned as she looped her arm around his. "Let's go see what we can find."

As Leo was being dragged to the dressing room, he began explaining what he had in mind. "Maybe something with a top hat…? My thing is usually suspenders…"

"Dumpster Queen!" Drew Tanaka screeched.

"What the hell do you want, Drew?!" The response yelled back.

"Well there's no need to be rude," Drew sneered as she stood in front of Piper, her freshly cut hand placed on the crook of her hip.

Piper was about to shoot back a smart-alecky reply, but decided against it. "What do you want?" she repeated.

"I know that Jason's all yours—"

"—he is not. I have a boyfriend," Piper cut her off as she felt her ears grow warm and like something was stirring in her stomach; it felt like guilt to her.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. You and he both know you were made for each other just like everyone else knows." Drew said nonchalantly. "Anyways," she sighed as if she were getting bored, "I know you told us that Jason's basketball team was coming, but you never mentioned how hot they were."

Piper's shoulders slumped. "Really? That's it?"

"Why are you acting as if it's nothing?!" Drew spread out her arms a little. "This is a serious matter! How could you let down the cabin? Us Aphrodite girls have got to know when someone seriously gorgeous is in the room." She paused, thinking. "You know, besides us,"

"Okay…well now you know."

Drew narrowed her eyes on Piper as if she were joking. "Really? That's all you're gonna say?"

Piper didn't answer back.

Drew shook her head. "How can you even be an Aphrodite demigod? I still don't understand." She began to sashay past her, but then she looped around the girl, getting right next to her ear to say in a low voice, "Are any of them single?"

Piper raised an eyebrow. "Some of them,"

"Are any of them gay?"

"Nope,"

"Hmm…" Drew slid her eyes to another spot in the room. "And we're allowed to flirt with them?"

"Do whatever you want with them—I just don't wanna know about it."

"Thanks, girlie!" She suddenly squealed, wrapping her arms around Piper, making her body go frigid underneath Drew's bony arms. "Oh, and the clothing is fab! My outfit is going to be so cute!"

"Yeah, good for you," Piper murmured. She peeled off Drew's arms and got out from under her grasp. "Have fun,"

"Wait, I have one other question that the whole cabin had to ask: will there be, uh, any photography?"

Piper blinked at her.

"Like, paparazzi?" Drew flipped a pile of lush hair over her shoulder.

"Um, yeah,"

"Okay, thanks," She grinned. She turned back around and cupped her hands over her lips. "There's gonna be cameras, girls!"

Piper heard the whole crowd of her brothers and sisters squeal.

"Whoa, are those real?" one of Jason's teammates, Michael, poked Grover's horn.

Grover seemed nervous for a second and shot a warning glance towards Percy. He then jerked his head away. "No, it's part of the costume." He said.

Percy scoffed because despite the entire argument about the horns, he still insisted that they were to be a part of the outfit.

"Wow. They sure do look real." Michael tried to poke it again.

Grover slapped his hand. "Don't touch it!" A bleat popped from his mouth.

"Did you just cluck at me?" Michael asked.

Grover gaped at him. Percy had to push down his laughter in order to contain his goat friend before he went berserk.

"Um, no, my friend is not a chicken." Percy said as he clamped a hand on Grover's shoulder and wrapped another one on his other arm. Grover began to protest. "He likes to think he's one, but he just forgot to take his medication this morning." Percy chuckled. "Sorry about that."

He began to steer Grover away from the confused player.

"Percy, he just mistook me for a chicken!" Grover exclaimed.

"I know, I know, buddy,"

"How can someone say that?! Do I look like a chicken?"

"I think it'd be best if we left that question unanswered."

Thalia pulled the sleeve all the way up to her shoulder. Now her skin looked like it was covered with exotic tattoos. She smiled at herself in the mirror and she smoothed down her black dress that had white zigzag stripes lacing through it; it was made of lace. It was a little see-through and you could see a little bit of her tan skin, but she wore a black top as to not reveal anything that shouldn't exactly be revealed. Then she tipped down her floppy hat that matched the dress and a giant black feather was peeking from the back, leaning forward as it layer out its fluffy feathers over her forehead like a mistletoe. She bobbed her head, a playful smile on her face, and it bobbed along with her.

"Um…" Piper stepped up next to her and tugged on the tattoo sleeve. "I don't believe that this was a part of my clothing line,"

"Oh, I know. I brought it myself." She grinned.

"Why?"

"Because it looks rad."

Piper stayed silent, not quite sure how to respond to that. "Okay, well rehearsal's about to start so…is that what you're wearing for the real thing?"

"Yup. I like it; it fits me, you know?" Thalia turned to the side, checking out her small figure.

"Um…is this supposed to look like this?" Frank asked as he pulled on the leopard-printed suit he was wearing.

Thalia snorted as Piper answered, "Yeah, it looks good on you, Frank,"

"Are you sure? I feel like I should either be gambling or running out in the wild."

Piper chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay, then…."

"Wait!" Thalia called. She trotted over to the rack, her black lace-up heels clicking along with her. She retrieved a black tie and tied it around his neck, tucking it into the white collared shirt beneath the leopard vest. "There."

Frank raised his eyebrow down at it, but then shrugged and walked off, his hands in his pockets.

"You know, that actually did look better." Piper said aloud.

"Why, thank you. I have a little sense of fashion."

"Mmhm,"

"Okay and…now!" Piper called as she sat in front of the catwalk, her knees drawn to her chest, and Lacey sitting next to her. Lacey had her notebooks set in her lap so that she could mark off that everyone was accounted for and that there were outfits not missing.

Up-beat music started to play as it coursed through the loudspeakers placed everywhere, making the floor shake. Piper could feel the bass of the rhythm pound inside of her as it made a bone-shaking thump right under her ribcage; at her diaphragm.

She had wanted the theme to be a "Staying Young and Fresh and Feel Free" sort of thing and so the songs that she had asked for required of a nice rhythm so that they could walk along the beat and that way it could match the theme, passing it along the paparazzi and that way it would spread through the world, maybe.

Her knee tapped against her chin as she stepped her toe against the chair while listening to the song.

First walked out was Drew. Like a pro, she sauntered down the aisle wearing a cotton-candy colored pink dress. It was shaped like a tutu, reminding Piper of a pink bubble or someone blowing a bubble from pink gum, and it curved around her waist. It was almost like a ballet dress as she wore white and black striped tights underneath. For shoes, almost four inched heels. Piper hissed through her teeth, wondering how on Earth Drew could walk in those when Piper had insisted on going without the heels.

Looking at it, Piper instinctively looked for anything wrong with how she looked to turn it into perfection if it wasn't already. They hadn't put makeup on them yet, but Piper knew exactly what was needed. She leaned over to Lacey, and whispered, "Pink, short-haired wig," Lacey scribbled furiously, "and…black and white makeup to bring out the eyes and match with the tights."

Lacey nodded as she wrote it in the notes section.

Then Drew twisted on her heel once she reached the end of the catwalk. Piper flinched for a second, but once she saw that Drew didn't twist her ankle, she relaxed.

The back of the dress had almost like a wedding veil—except it was the same pink color—attached to it and it sailed behind her.

Next walked Percy and Annabeth. Annabeth was wearing her normal gray dress with a black sweater that had a sheet of lace under it and it draped over her waist and down to her knees like a halo. Atop her honey blond hair, she had a small muffin hat in the shape of a black owl as it perched at a slant, on the tilt of her head.

Percy wore almost like a sailor's outfit. It was a cerulean button-down shirt with the navy blue buttons being huge and matched his shorts that went to his knees. White socks went up his skinny, but tight legs and stopped at his shins as he wore blue sandals.

What Piper realized was that Annabeth needed to have her hair curled a little more and Percy's hair be slicked back like a rippling wave and maybe even a dab of makeup to pop out their eyes—which really matched their outfits. Nevertheless, Piper smiled as she saw how good they actually matched.

There were many more as Katie wore an orange dress that wrapped around her neck, low enough to show her collarbones, and flowed down to mid-thigh. On her arms, she wore brown gloves that went to her elbow and boots that reached mid-shin.

Piper told Lacey to add gold eyeliner and brown eye shadow as well as straightening Katie's hair and adding a gold scarf.

Then, speaking of gold, Hazel stepped from the left side wearing an elegant gold dress as it hugged her slim figure and then from her hips, down, it twirled around her like an everyday Disney princess ball gown. Her walk was light and Piper eyes glazed over, thinking of Hazel to be like the sun. Piper had been reluctant about the dress, but Hazel made her change her mind about it—she made it beautiful.

Lacey then added down that Hazel have gold eyeliner and her hair be curled.

Grover was next wearing brown pants that hugged to his shaggy hindquarters so that way he would still look like he usually did, but it hid the hair. His green shirt had a collar around the top and it was loose around his skin. Juniper bounded next to him wearing a light purple drape as it covered her chest and then circled around her belly button, creating a triangular skirt around her thighs. She hugged his arm, rubbing her cheek on his shoulder.

Piper smiled at the adorable couple and began to tell Lacey about the certain touch-ups on that, too.

Jason walked out with an electric blue coat that went to his ankles. He had black slacks and a normal purple button-up shirt tucked into them, but the coat was what popped, making him look electric.

Piper could see him wearing blades with the outfit and she laughed. Jason gave her a cocky smile, sending butterflies to fly around her heart.

Lacey smirked at the two, shaking her head.

And then Leo came out…wearing his normal clothes.

"Leo!" Piper scolded. "What are you doing?"

"There was nothing I could wear!" He pouted, spreading out his hands helplessly.

Piper sighed.

"If it's any consolation, Travis and Connor don't have anything to wear, either!"

The brother walked out in their normal clothing as well. But they had their hands on their hips and had a serious, melo-dramatic look on their faces. They sashayed down, their feet right in front of the other, and they made Piper and Lacey laugh.

"But you can't be in the runway if you don't have anything to wear!" Piper had to yell over the music.

Travis waved it aside. "That's okay! We'll just do what we normally do: announcing!"

Piper considered this thought and nodded her head, agreeing with them.

"So then what am I gonna do?!" Leo shouted, still pouting.

"You'll figure it out," Connor said as he clapped a hand on his back and the two led him away.

The rest of the outfits were a blur to Piper. There were so many that she couldn't count. All that she knew was that they all looked pretty damn good—better than she had expected. And it was funny because they started to goof off with the clothing. Piper could only imagine what they would do when they were at the spur of the moment and had to pose for the magazines.

The music was cut off and everyone was backstage, undressing from the irregular clothing and back into normal jeans and a t-shirt. But Piper and Lacey sat where they were, thinking over what they just saw and looking over her notes to give them time.

At the end, the two exchanged a look.

"I believe I deserve a thank-you." Lacey said.

Piper's brows knit together. "Why?"

"Because I came up with the idea in the first place,"

Piper smiled a little. "You're right. Thank you, Lacey,"

"Piper," Lacey said, "I think this is going to be one very special event."

"Me too." She replied.

And...Finally...done! Please tell me what you thought; I want to know the parts you liked, disliked, thought could use a little more, what I'm missing - anything! OR if it was built up to the perfection I was trying to achieve; or if you thought that there were parts that just had a little more than its share. Either way, I want to know your feedback!

I promise that the next chapter won't be too far away. And, for whoever's reading this has a good week:)