Piper stared at the tall, Roman boy infront of her. Well, technically he was an adult because he was nineteen, but thats gooing too far into specifics. His blue eyes were duller than usual, and he looked tired. Judging by the purple bags under his eyes, he hadn't been sleeping much.

"Piper." Jason says wondering why she hadn't slammed the door in his face. He wouldn't blame her.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in San Fransisco with Ally?" Piper spat Ally's name off her tounge like it was some kind of disease.

Jason must admit, she looked better than he thought she would. Her hair was perfect and choppy. her eyes had a certain gleam to them, making them stand out. She wasn't wearing anything attention grabbing, or too shabby. Just a pair of denim capri pants and a simple white top.

"Uh, hi." She stammers.

"Hey Pipes, we have to go." Percy says, maikng her whirl around. "We'll visit again tomorrow."

"But- but- but..." She trails off, looking at her friends, "You can't leave me here with HIM!"

"But we can, Piper Dahhhhhhling." Leo drawls out, patting her shoulder, "We'll come back later."

And it was just Jason and her. And it sucked.

Piper POV

"He what?!" Paisley shrieks through the phone, "Some Dad, although would you rather have Richard?"

"Yuck no." I shudder, thinking of her evil step-dad who has made his new home in prison. "How did they get a hold of each other?"

"How am I supposed to know." She pauses, "Harry, no. Put down the- *Splash*"

"Paisley?"

"Yeah." She sighs. "Harry dropped the bucket of water. Its nothing."

"I should probably go anyways. I hope your having fun! Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too, Pipes." She says, hanging up.

I sigh, tucking my phone into my back pocket. I swing the door open of my room and slump down the stairs grupily like the recent grouch I've turned into. Jason and my Dad are bent over the kitchen table talking in hushed voices.

"Well maybe we should-" Dad cuts ooff when he sees me standing in the kitchen doorway. "Hey pipes. Are you hungry? I made-"

"Don't really care right now, Dad. Sorry, but..." I shrug, glancing at nods. I turn to the pantry, and pull out a packet of popcorn, which I put in the microwave to pop, icecream out of the freezer, and a packet of skittles.

For the night before christmas, Dad's not really making much of an effort. No christmas tree. No presents under the fireplace. No warm fire in the first place. No decorations. No nothing.

I sigh as the microwave beeps and dragout the popcorn. I meander back to my room and fall onto my bed. I press play on my waiting computer, that just yearns for my atention.

I make my way through Elf, Arther Christmas, and a whole bunch of other christmas-sy films. I work through the salty ggodnes we call Popcorn, and the icecream. All thats soon left is the skittles, which I suck on while watching another movie.

"GOOD MORNING AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Dad yells, barging in at midnight. He looks at me, then at the computer screen. And then at the ice-cream container. The empty ice-cream container, and then back at me. "Did you sleep at all?"

I shake my head, tossing about my slightly unruly hair.

Dad shakes his head and laughs. "You never do on christmas, do you?"

"Nah." I say, "I'm pretty sure Paisley hasn't slept since her flight got into NZ yesterday. She can make it through without caffine or sugar, I can make it through the night."

"Who is this Paisley character?"

"Percy's little sister." I say, putting up a photo of us on my computer. We were in central Park, and Jason had taken the picture.

She's slightly shorter than me, standing at average height, and has long, waist length wavy dark hair. Her eyes are a brownish-green colour, which in the photo are a clear, pure, sea green. Meaning she was happy. They go red when she's mad. Lime green when she's crying or really sad. Sea green when she's happy.

He nods, before dragging Piperout of bed. I let him drag me playfully down the stairs and to the lounge where we usually watch TV or drink hot chocolate on midnight.

Usually, the lounge is empty. Jason is sitting on the couch comfortably, looking better rested than me. I glanced down at my baggy sweatpants and icecream-stained tanktop. I was pretty sure my hair was knotted and I don't have the freshest breath in the world.

Unlike last time I saw the lounge, Decorations line the walls and by the fireplace is a small pile of presents. One small box is sitting in Jason's lap. Jason who is looking at me nervously.

I sit on the far side of the couch, away from Jason which makes his expression sadden. My heart twinges sadly. I want to run my hands through his golden hair, and give the poor kid a hug. But I shouldn't. I can't. Not after what he did to me.

"So. I have to go and get something. Be back later. Piper, no going upstairs. Jason is here." Dad says sternly. "I'll be back later."

The front door shuts behind him, and Jason releases a breath of air. I can feel his gaze burning through me gently. I look at him, and he looks away blushing.

"Look Piper, I'm so so so so so so so so so sorry. You have no idea how much I wish it didn't happen. I didn't kiss her back. I don't want Ally. I want you. I want to be able to say 'Look, thats my girlfriend there' to everyone again. I want Leo to tease us about every little couple-ish thing we do." He says, "I understand if you don't want to talk to me. I really do. I wouldn't want to talk to me either. Not that I talk to mysef in the first place 'cuz that'd be weird, but please, I really want you to dig into that gentle, caring heart that I know you have and forgive me. Please."

I look into his pleading eyes, and see tears there. That speech really hit home.

"I... I forgive you." I say, bolting over the pillows and to him. Warm, tanned arms wrap around me instantly, catching me.

Because thats what Superman does.

He catches me.

A/N

Heyyyyyyy! I am back. I am so so so so so so so so so SO sorry for the month-long wait. It was a little hard what with science fair (Which still needs doing), all my swimming competitions (which went awesomely) homework, school, and everything else in-between.

I hope you liked this chapter.

THANKYOU ALL NEWFOLLOWERS!

Please don't comment on grammar or stuff like that, because I haven't edited it. I really wanted this chapter to be out, because I've kept you all waiting long enough.

I swear the-place-in-NZ-I-Live weather is Bipolar. It rains and then clears up for cross country practice (Which was painful and an experience which I never wish to endure again) and then rains on the bus and when I was walking upto the pools :/ I was drenched.

~KaleidoscopeColours