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Seventeen (Ariella):

It's dark. It's quiet. It's raining. But I manage to stay awake and continue to make my dress. I've always had a thing for fashion and designing. My brother once suggested when I was little for me to become a fashion designer because I always had to make sure my clothes looked good and matched before I left the house. But everyone does that. I mean, who would go out if they didn't look presentable?

But I never forgot what he said, and once I turned 10, I bought myself a sewing machine and I've been making my own clothing since. It's weird because it's strange to think that someone at such a young age could do something like that. My brother constantly tells me that my dream of becoming an actual fashion designer is stupid, but he's the one who gave me that dream anyway.

"You're up already?" my best friend asks me.

"Yup," I smile. "I had to make things perfect."

"Waking up at five thirty a.m. on your birthday doesn't sound like perfect to me," Cassia replies.

"Well, it is for me because I'm making this awesome dress!" I hold it up for her to see. It's slightly poofy, with sequins on top and a ruffle on the bottom, separated by a large silver bow.

"That's so pretty!" she exclaims. "But why are you getting so dressed up for your birthday?"

"Because I can," I laugh.

After we got ready, we walk out into the living room to see if anyone is awake. To my advance, most people are. And the best part is that Nico isn't here. Normally, I'd be really upset about that. But now, I could care less. Okay, well I still care. But I have to try and not.

"Why are you dressed so formally?" my brother demands as he walks up to me.

"Don't you know what day it is?" I ask him.

"The day after Valentine's day," he answers.

"Which is…" I start for him, anticipating the moment when he wishes me a happy birthday.

"Thursday," he answers.

"Never mind," I say angrily. How could my own brother forget my birthday? Maybe he is just pretending so he can surprise me later on. Maybe he's throwing me a surprise party! "So…" I start up again. Cassia and Zach were both missing last night. The two people that know me the best. Maybe they are throwing a surprise party for me! I begin to interrogate them so I can figure out any clues about my party. "Where were you two last night? You were both out."

They eye each other nervously. I knew it! I knew they were throwing me a party! "Wait…" Zach looks at Cassia. "You didn't tell her?"

"No. It's your job! You're her brother!" Cassia whispers.

"But you're her best friend," Zach replies.

"Guys," I turn their attention back to me. "What's this all about?" I brace myself, trying to figure out my best way to act surprised. Scream? Cry? Jump up and down?

"Ariella, there's something we need to tell you," Zach says to me.

I can barely contain my excitement. I love surprises. Just kidding. I actually hate them.

"Are you all right?" Cassia scrunches her eyebrows at me. "You look a little jumpy."

"Yeah," I manage to squeeze out. "What did you guys want to tell me?"

Zach looks me straight in the eyes and says, "Cassia and I are dating."

"WHAT?" I scream.

"I thought you'd be happy for us," he replies.

"How could I be happy for you when you forgot my birthday?" I exclaim, already feeling the tears streaming down my face. "I thought you were my brother!"

"I am," Zach responds.

"What kind of brother forgets their only sister's fifteenth birthday?" I demand. He doesn't answer, so I do it for him. "Not a very good one!" Unable to look at him for any longer, I run out of suite and keep running until I find myself outside in the campus park.

I walk around for a little bit, trying to calm myself down. It doesn't work. I'm a bit of an overreactor sometimes, but I can't help it. It's just the way I am. I recognize someone's face and walk over to the bench he's sitting on. With one arm outstretched over the length of the bench and sunglasses and a hat to hide his identity, Nico di Angelo just sits there.

"Hey," I say as I sit down next to him.

"Hey… Are you alright?" he asks me once he sees that I've been crying.

"Not really," I admit. "My brother forgot my birthday and he or Cassia didn't tell me that they were dating!"

"They're dating?" he gasps. "What an awful couple. I'm telling you this, Ariella, they're not going to last. Do you see how much they fight? I'll give them three days, tops." I crack a smile at that. It's what they deserve. "Oh, and happy birthday."

"Thanks," I respond glumly. "But I'm not having a very happy birthday. I've been crying and my brother and best friend are horrible people."

"Need a hug?" Nico asks me.

I nod slightly before he stands up, pulls me up, and finally wraps his arms around me. I cry silently into his shoulder, causing his sleeve to because wet with tears.

"Ariella, come on! You got my shirt wet," he jokes as he pulls away.

I wipe the tears from my eyes. "I'll make you a new one."

"What?" he cocks his head at me.

"I'll make you a new one," I repeat.

"You make clothing?"

"Yeah," I nod. "Like this dress."

"And you're saying that you can make me a shirt? Any shirt that I want?" he questions me.

"Uh-huh," I answer. "But I'm going to have to borrow some money for the materials. I maxed out my credit card yesterday buying fabric for this dress. It wasn't really worth it, though."

"It was," Nico tells me. "Because I get a shirt from it."

I smile slightly at him. "You're ridiculous."

"Yeah… I get that a lot," he smirks. "Oh, and if the shirt you make me is as good as that dress, we can totally use you as our designer and stylist."

"What?" I squeal.

"Since we broke away from our dads, Percy, Thalia, and I need to find a new everything, including stylist, so I was wondering if…" he says again but I cut him off.

"Okay, so I definitely heard you correctly!" I jump up and down as I wrap my arms around him to give him a big hug. "Oh my gosh, Nico! I love you so much right now!" He gives me a weird look before pulling away. "Not like that!" I clarify.

"Okay, good," he grins. "But don't get so excited yet. You don't know whether your our stylist yet."

"Oh," I say, my mood instantly lowering.

"Just kidding," he says. "If you can make dresses like that, you can totally make stuff for us."

I hug him once again, but this time he hugs me back. I'm literally at loss of words. A rock star has hugged me three times today! Not just any rock star, but Nico di Angelo!

"I guess this means I'm forgiven?" Nico asks me.

"Only because you're the only person to wish me happy birthday."

Kind of sad... But so worth it in the end!

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