HOUSE OF HADES IS OUT!XD Thank the gods...but I'll get to that later.
So I was going to work on my other story, Nostalgic, first but then I decided that more people were waiting for this story more so I have the last chapter:) I know a lot of you aren't very happy that this story is ending so soon, but I had never anticipated it to be as long of a story in the first place. Anyways, I hope you feel that this is a good ending:)
But do not fear! Tune in for the end-note for the reveal of the title for my next story that I am so very excited about writing:3
I do not own PJO; enjoy!
A girl rushed down the busy street, the wind tousling her hair, making her small braids fly. She pursed her lips and glanced over her shoulder—thankfully not finding the person she'd just walked out on—and tucked the wild strands of hair behind her ear as she turned back and continued walking. Her green eyes turned into mint as they skirted around. All she wanted in that moment was a break—her eyes caught the word Café. She sighed with relief shot in between the two people in front of her and slipped inside, where the atmosphere was quieter than outside.
She slumped into the nearest leather seat, groaning softly as the back of her head rests back on the red cushion. Her face is tilted toward the ceiling and she closes her eyes, letting the stress roll off of her shoulders. She was so tired, her entire body felt bruised, like she literally couldn't move to do any more work.
She had just quit from her job. Good riddance, she thought. It was possibly the equivalent to Tartarus, her boss being the gender-bender of Tartarus. The snappy woman was much too overbearing for the girl to handle for her first big business. She'd rather quit and have the whole world know she couldn't take it rather than having to stay there and pretend that she was fine.
The business didn't even provide the results of her hard education at a college in Paris, where she was just a year ago to meet with her mother, who enrolled her into a fashion school. All she did was sit at a desk and hold calls, not being the person to make them to ask for orders of clothes. She brought coffee to the designers, not drink with them as they sketched new ideas that bloomed in their heads. She knew that that job wasn't the best for her, since she knew the talents that she could do, even if no one else could see it—which it wasn't going to help others see it anyway.
She brought her fingers that had splotches of chipped nail polish on their nails to her face and rubbed her temples where a headache began to disturb her head. This was really not the greatest of days for her.
The man working behind the counter glanced over his shoulder at her. His blue eyes lingered on her, watching how she looked distressed. His eyebrows knitted up, but then he turned back to the coffee machine, where he drew up the order of the customer sitting in the corner—a woman with light blond hair and big brown eyes.
His calloused fingers fumbled with the machine, whereas they weren't exactly wired to work something as delicate as coffee, but still fit for shooting guns. He figured that his entire body wasn't ready for this kind of job yet, but it was all he could afford at the moment.
He was glad when the dark brown liquid reached the top of the cup and he turned off the machine to tighten the lid on the top. When he turned around, he found that the new woman who had walked in had adjusted and sat quietly at the table in front of her, staring down at her phone, texting someone. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a thick gray stack of papers—no, he took that back. It was a newspaper. He thought it was strange that someone like her would read the newspaper instead of going onto her phone to look at the current events.
Someone nearby cleared their throat.
He jumped slightly, startled, and then looked down to find the blond-haired-and-brown-eyed-woman staring up at him, with those large brown eyes.
He frowned and put his mind back onto work and walked her order to her. "Here," he said and set the cup on the table.
She curtly smiled up at him, giving him a sideways look.
But his eyes looked back over to the other girl, who had different varieties of braids curling her hair. He walked away from the now-taken aback woman and approached this new one.
He stood only a foot away from her, but she still didn't look up. He lingered there, staring at her and taking her in. Her brunette hair that seemed blonde in the sunlight, her fair skin, the way she crossed one knee over the other and sat back against the seat, holding her newspaper close to her face. The way she read it—her lips moving softly and her eyes darting back and forth. And her eyes—he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but they were startling blue, when he could've sworn they were green before.
He shifted his feet awkwardly, swiping his knuckle at his nose.
She still didn't seem to notice him.
He cleared his throat.
Her blue eyes suddenly met his and her lips stop moving and pressed together tightly. "What?" She asked in a sharp tone.
Something about her made him think that she looked familiar; like he'd seen her before, but he told himself that she was just a customer. He straightened and his brow furrowed. "Do you want something?"
She blinked. "Why?"
He made a face, as if it was such a ridiculous question. "Because you're in a Café; duh,"
She set down the paper and crossed her arms over her mid-section. "You don't have to be rude. I'm a customer, you know,"
"No, you're not. You haven't bought anything yet."
She pursed her lips and sighed irritatingly through her nose. "Fine," she dug through her purse and brought out a dollar bill. "What can I get with that?"
He shrugged. "Coffee,"
"Then I'll have a cup of coffee."
He was sure of it. He had definitely heard her sharp tone before. "What's your name?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why do you want to know?"
He swallowed. He couldn't tell her, that'd be awkward. "Just trying to be friendly to a customer,"
Her hard stare softened and she said, "Piper. My name is Piper,"
He nodded and then turned back to his counter.
She peered at him, and could see how he looked so firm and strict, that he was new at this café. And something about him seemed familiar to her as well, but different, like this was an odd place for him to work. She didn't even think as she jumped to her feet and walked to the counter. "Hey, wait a minute, you didn't tell me your name."
He looked back at her, smiling a little bit as if he thought this were a joke.
"You want to know my name?" he asked, his eyebrows rising to his hairline. He scoffed. "I just work here,"
"Yeah, well I just came here," Piper responded. "So, yes, I want to know your name. Is there a problem?"
He straightened after bending down to retrieve a cup. But when he came back up, he made sure his spine was straight. He studied her, wondering what the reason was behind this—maybe she recognized him, too.
"Jason," he said.
"Oh. Nice name," She said before turning away. "And don't make it decaf,"
He chuckled. "Yes, ma'am,"
When he had finished making her caffeinated coffee, he approached Piper and her newspaper once again. He set it on the table, beside her arm, and got a look at the newspaper. The only problem was that it was in a different language.
"Whoa," he blinked. "Um…Piper, what kind of newspaper you got there?"
"Nosy," she remarked, but she couldn't help but smile.
"Well, I'm just wondering," he spread out his hands.
"Okay, okay, it's a newspaper that my mother sends to me from Paris. The language is French."
"You know French?"
"My mother is French. Duh, Sparky,"
He was taken aback, his eyelids blinking hard and then widening. "Sparky? Did you just call me Sparky?"
"Yeah," she said as if it were obvious.
"Why?" he asked in the same emphasized tone.
"Well, firstly, it's because your eyes." She leaned forward and peered closely at his electric blue eyes. "They look like lightning,"
He smirked. "I don't even know you,"
She smiled. "Yeah, you do!" Piper said and she poked him in the arm. "I'm Piper, a customer from this café you work at."
Jason shook his head and smiled as he sat down with her. "Are…are you sure we haven't met before?"
"Depends; have you ever been to college in Paris before?" She asked.
"No, but I was at a military base there once. Then they moved me to New York—here."
Piper's head shot up and she frowned at him. "You were?"
"Yeah, I served for five years." He said in a low voice.
"When did you get back?" Piper asked, and her eyes were shining with interest.
"A couple months ago," Jason answered.
She looked up, as if calculating where she was a couple months ago. Then she smirked and met his eyes. "Well, Sparky, it looks like we really have met before,"
Jason grinned at her.
Piper grinned at that memory as she sits on the window ledge, staring out over their lawn. It hadn't been the first time they had met, but it was the first time they had introduced themselves. She remembered everything about how they met. She couldn't help it, but it was just something her brain wouldn't allow her to let go of. And Piper is grateful for that.
She guesses it's kind of ironic that she would think about the first time she met him when they're about to meet their children, who they adopted, coming to their house for the first time. Her heart is pounding so hard, she feels as though her rib cage will shatter.
But it doesn't, because for the first time in a long time, she feels strong. And she feels so loved, and loves, that it's almost as warm as the outside weather. Piper is excited, so that's why she sits in the baby room, where she has a view of their street so she can watch for the car like a little kid.
The door creaks open and she looked over her shoulder to find Jason peeking his head in, and grinning when his eyes land on her. It reminds her of their meeting at the Café, and so she stands and meets him halfway.
Though, they have to travel and weave through boxes on the floor, where they have put the crib, drawers, and chair into boxes to move out. Piper doesn't mind, though, so she easily meets him, her hands sliding to touch his elbows as he encircles his arms around her waist. He kisses her forehead.
"You excited?" he asks as he smiles down at her.
She nods and her lips curl upwards and grow into a grin. "Very,"
"Is it just me, or does it remind you—"
"Of when we first met," Piper finishes for him and nods again. "Yes; yes, it does."
He chuckles. "Good, I thought I was the only one,"
"At least you won't fall asleep this time," she remarks as she rises to her toes and kisses his cheek. Then she lets go of him and walks around him, going towards the door.
He follows her. "Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss this for the world,"
She throws a smile over her shoulder before climbing down the wooden steps, Jason right behind her. She jumps onto ground floor to find Annabeth and Percy there as well. Annabeth is sitting on the couch, her head rested on Percy's shoulder, asleep, and his arm is around her.
"Hey, guys," Jason greets.
Percy shoots them a look saying: Be quiet, she's sleeping; but Annabeth is already stirring awake. She blinks her gray eyes open and her gaze meets the couple and she straightens, brushing her curly hair with her fingers.
"Sorry, I don't know why I'm so tired all of a sudden," she says in an abashed voice.
"Oh, don't worry," Piper waves it off. "I wasn't able to sleep last night, I was so thrilled," she sits on the couch across from them and blinks down at the coffee table where chip bags and sandwiches are scattered around as well.
"Oh, were you starving as well?" Percy asks Piper.
Annabeth blushes. "I don't know why…I mean, we had a fancy dinner last night as well," she looks at Percy.
He shrugs and his cheeks furiously blush as well. Piper notices that his hand floats absentmindedly to his pocket and settles on it, as if checking to see if something is still there.
Piper looks over at Jason, who looks a little surprised as well, but his look assures her that he'll explain later.
She nods and turns back to them.
Percy is looking at them with wide eyes, and Annabeth is brushing crumbs off of her shirt, so Percy knows she can't see his emphasized look.
Jason shrugs, his brow furrowed, and raising his hands a little, as if asking a question.
Percy shrugs too and he frowns in distraught, as if saying he had no choice.
Piper is confused with this because she's not sure why they're doing this. She guesses it's something between them, but about Annabeth, since once she turned back toward them, they sit back with poker faces.
Annabeth stands up and takes the bags of chips and wadded-up napkins with her and walks toward the kitchen. "I'll just clean up…" she mumbles.
Percy and Jason shoot Piper a look, and she's taken aback still, still wondering the concept of this, but she takes this as her cue to leave. "I'll, um, help you," she stammers. Percy is now calm, so she knows that that's what he wanted.
"No, it's fine; I'm your maid, anyways,"
"Today's your day off. I insist." Piper declares as she picks up the leftover trash and food that Annabeth left behind on the coffee table and she follows the blonde into the kitchen.
"Okay, you guys take care of that," Percy calls out to them.
Annabeth scoffs. "Nice to know you're helping,"
"And could you make me a cup of seaweed coffee?" He adds on with a naïve smile.
Annabeth rolls her eyes. "Get it yourself!"
"Love you, Wise Girl!"
"Yeah, yeah," she says, but Piper can see the grin forming on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.
But Percy doesn't respond because he and Jason immediately launch into a hushed conversation. Jason pulls him further away so they can talk and his face is set in a serious tone, whereas Percy has his shoulders up to his ears and his arms waving around.
Piper narrows her eyes at them, trying to hear what they're up to, but then Annabeth turns on the sink and begins washing off a plate that she had used.
"So what time did the adoption agency say they would bring them over?" Annabeth strikes up a conversation.
"Oh, about noon, so…any minute now," Piper responds as she shares a quick glance toward the clock on the microwave.
"Ooh, exciting," Annabeth comments, but doesn't say very enthusiastically. Her voice is heavy like she's dreading something.
"Um…are you okay?" Piper asks as she takes the dish and puts it into the dishwasher.
Annabeth draws in a long and deep breath. "Never better," she mutters.
"Doesn't sound like it,"
"It's just that I'm not…feeling so well," Annabeth says and her hand goes to her stomach, resting on her hip.
"What's wrong?" Piper asks with her tone filled with concern.
Annabeth opens her mouth to respond, but then there's a glow that slowly circles the walls of the house, like the reflecting of a car from the sunlight that's pulling into their driveway. Jason's head snaps back and Percy peers behind him to find that there is indeed a little black car now sitting in their driveway.
"They're here," Jason announces with a grin.
Piper immediately loses all feeling in her body and she can feel her heart quickly picking up all the pieces that had been cut out when she lost her last child.
She gasps, her breath hitching in her throat. Just as she does that, Annabeth groans and her face is contorted into a painful knot as she slightly bends forward and clutches her stomach.
Piper is about to ask if she needs help, but suddenly Annabeth darts off, sprinting in the direction of the bathroom.
Piper and Percy share a look of concern and worry and shock and Piper sprints off as well, following Annabeth. Percy clambers over the couch and coffee table and hurries to catch up.
By the time that Piper reaches the bathroom Annabeth had run to, she finds her friend leaning over the toilet, retching into it.
"Annabeth!" Piper cries and she immediately hurries over and takes her hair out of her face. "Oh, my gosh, what's wrong? Did you—"
"I have no idea," Annabeth croaks. "It's just been like this practically every morning…"
Comprehension floods Piper's mind and she pieces together her observations: being hungry, tired, and now throwing up…
"Annabeth, I…" Piper started to say, but then realizes that her friend needs her help. So she cuts herself off and reaches over for a wash cloth and wets it in the sink and gives it to Annabeth to wipe her mouth. Annabeth stands shakily as Piper flushes the toilet, getting rid of the scene, and then gets another wash cloth and Annabeth's tooth brush.
"Thanks," Annabeth says as Piper rests the new wash cloth on the back of her neck to calm her down.
She's almost done brushing her teeth when Piper says, "Annabeth, I think you're pregnant."
Annabeth spits out toothpaste. "What!" she shrieks.
Piper nods. "It explains why you're hungry and why you threw up,"
"This can't be possible," she murmurs and quickly washes her mouth out with water.
"Wow," A numb voice says behind them.
Piper turns around to find Percy standing in the doorway, his hands hanging limply by his side, and his eyes wide and brightly green.
"Percy—" Annabeth starts. "I—" but she's at a loss for words.
Percy shakes his head. "No," he says, "no it's fine…it's actually perfect timing,"
Annabeth is confused, her brows furrowing. "What do you mean, perfect timing?! I am going to have a kid and that's all you can say?!"
Finally, Piper figures it out just as he reaches into his pocket and takes out a small black box.
Annabeth takes a step back and her mouth drops.
Percy opens his mouth to ask the question, but Annabeth shakes her head. "No," she says.
He looks hurt, like he'd been stabbed in the gut. "Wh-what?" his voice shakes.
"You don't even have to ask," she says with a smile and lunges forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him.
He smiles against her lips and wraps his arms around her and kisses her more. He pulls back to say, "Good, I thought so,"
"You're such a Seaweed Brain,"
"Speaking of which, I haven't gotten my coffee yet,"
"Get it yourself, you do make coffee for a living." She retorts with a smile.
Yeah, Piper thinks with a smile, they don't need rings to tell people that they're married.
Annabeth lets go of him long enough for Percy to take out the simple, yet shiningly beautiful ring and slip it onto her finger.
"Well," a new voice says by the doorway. Piper looks back again to find Jason standing there with a baby girl in his arms and a small boy standing at his legs. "Way to steal our thunder, you guys,"
There is a shock that shocks through Piper's head and it zaps goosebumps onto her arms. A gasp is torn through her throat and she grins so large that her cheeks hurt. She walks past Percy and Annabeth and leans down in front of the little boy.
"Hi," is all she can say at that moment.
"Hi," he responds in a childish and low voice. There's a small smile making his lips curve and his brown eyebrows rise. His hair is light brown, like his eyebrows, and short-cropped, and his eyes big and brown.
"What's your name?" She asks softly.
"Sam," he replies in a small voice again, but he looks more comfortable.
"Hi, Sam, I'm Piper," she gives him a grin.
"You have a nice smile," he says.
She laughs. "Why, thank you," then she glances up at the little girl in Jason's arm. "And who's this?"
"My sister," Sam says. "Julia,"
Piper stands and Jason lets Piper hold Julia. Piper and Jason share a steady look, their eyes connecting, and she knows, by the warmth that surrounds all four of them, that they're finally getting to experience what a family should be—together, not lost.
Julia's eyes are big and bright blue and she's only about a year or two old. Piper holds her in her arms and she smiles down at Julia. Those bright blue eyes study her, and then a giggle flies from her mouth and she smiles back at Piper.
"She does that a lot," Sam says.
Jason pats his shoulder and says, "It's definitely something I'd be glad to get used to,"
Sam gives him a toothy grin and he reaches up and grips the belt loop on Jason's jeans. "I'm so glad to have a home now," he says.
"It's only temporary, little man," Jason says and he looks down at Sam. "In a couple months, we're moving to a new house; and we're all going to start over. As a new family,"
"So who's going to take this house?" Sam wants to know.
Percy takes Annabeth's hand, and he likes that he can feel the diamonds on her engagement ring. "We'll take it," he says.
"What?" Annabeth's eyes are widened as she stares at him.
"Who are you?" Sam asks them.
"I'm Annabeth," she says and she points to Percy. "And this is Seaweed Brain. He's got a habit like your sister—making plans without telling me before hand."
"Aw, you're smart enough to figure it out on your own," Percy grins as he rubs her back.
"I'm pregnant with your baby. You don't want to mess with me."
He kisses her cheek.
"Wow," Sam marvels as he stares up at Percy. "Your mom and dad actually named you Seaweed Brain? That's such a cool name,"
The four of them start laughing and Percy leans down in front of Sam. "Nah, little dude," he says, "my name's Percy. My fiancée was just joking around,"
Sam's face falls. "Oh. Well Percy's still a cool name,"
Percy smiles. "I'm glad you think so,"
"Well, Sam, Julia, let's show you around the house…" Piper trails off as she and Jason lead him away from the bathroom.
Her toes kept bumping into the seat in front of her as her leg kept pumping, with her one knee over the other. She was nervous to get off the bus, for some reason. Her hands wrung in her lap, her senses on high alert. The guy in the seat across the aisle was on the phone, talking to his business. The woman diagonal from her was reading a book, her teenage daughter next to her had her nose buried in her phone instead. The man in front of her was sitting calmly. But everyone began to put away their things and bags and sat up as they saw the bus coming up to the stop. They'd been on here for at least an hour from the airport.
Then she felt something against her shoulder. She jumped, nearly startled out of her skin, and looked over to find that the man sitting next to her had fell asleep, and his head wondered over and was now resting on her. She relaxed her hand that was clamped onto the arm rest, but then tensed again. Now she was in an awkward situation and had to wake this guy up. A stranger…
She poked his arm. He didn't move, so she poked him harder. He still didn't move, and she began to think that he was dead. She stared at his chest and watched it rise and fall, and she quickly waved off that thought.
She wriggled her shoulder, thinking maybe if it fell off, he'll suddenly wake up. But there was no way she could jostle her shoulder hard enough to make his head fall off.
"Hey!" She scolded in a slight whisper as she jabbed her finger at his stomach.
He suddenly jerked up and his hands flew to his stomach, and he cringed like someone had just tickled him. He looked around, his blue eyes in a daze. "What…?"
"You fell asleep," she said.
"Oh," he blinked and rubbed his eyes hard. He straightened, his purple shirt raising a little, stretching his back and then ran a hand through his close-cropped blonde hair. "Thanks for waking me up,"
She nodded and murmured, "No problem,"
He sighed and blinked drowsily as he reached below his seat to grip the handle of his bag.
The girl sat up as well, quickly getting her purse and her two suitcases. The old tires whined as they were reined to a stop and everyone stood up at once. The girl decided it would be easier if she got off last since she had so much baggage.
She looked over at the man who was standing in the seat next to her. "Sorry…" she mumbled.
He shook his head, his eyes wide with innocence. "No, it's okay. I don't mind,"
"Thanks," she said and they patiently waited in the sidelines as the other riders filed through the aisle and clambered off the bus.
Finally, when they were the only ones left, the girl hauled up her suitcase, her purse already on her shoulder.
"Here, you want me to help you?" the man asked.
"Would you?" She asked with a smile.
He nodded and reached down to pick up the other suitcase. He lifted up his own bag and they walked off the bus. Once they stood on the sidewalk, the double doors closed and then it drove off, leaving only the bus stop sign.
The girl offered out her hand to take her suitcase back. "Thank you, again," she said.
"You're welcome," he said. "Do you…need a cab?"
"Oh, I'll get it, but thanks," she said.
He nodded. "Take care,"
"You, too,"
He gave her a smile and then turned around and walked off carrying his duffel bag that had a camouflage military style to it. She sees the word: Grace embroidered in it with a deep purple thread.
She shrugged and then gripped the handles of her suitcases and walked in the other direction. She hadn't known it then, but that moment was when her life truly started.
Years later…
Percy almost stumbles into the couch when he feels two bodies run through his legs. "Whoa!" He exclaims as he lurches forward.
"Percy!" Jason cries as he tries to keep hold of the other side. "Keep it steady! It's gonna drop!"
"I'm sorry, we're being attacked!" Percy cries as Sam jumps up and lands on the couch. His friend, Jake, also jumps up onto it.
Sam laughs. "This is so comfortable!"
"You're welcome," Percy said through clenched teeth so he could carry all the weight that was now in his arms. "Because your dad and I are strong enough to carry all of it!"
"Not for long!" Jason cried.
"You got this, Jason!" Percy said and they stumbled back through the doorway of Jason and Piper's new house.
"Set it right over there," Percy heard Annabeth's voice direct. He looked over to find her with a swollen stomach and her blond hair wrapped up into a bun. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before continuing to set the couch down where she wanted it to be. They slowly and gingerly bent down to set the blue couch on the carpet in front of the TV.
"Jason, come here!" Piper says from another room. "You have to help me put together Julia's bed!"
"Back in a flash," he breathes heavily and he lightly jogs into a new hallway, following her voice.
Percy sighs and he sits down on the other couch in between the two girls—Julia, and Rachel—his and Annabeth's daughter. Sam and Jake are now laughing and playing their games on the couch he and Jason had just sat down. So he sits with the two young girls, his arms draped over the back of the couch, and he looks over at Julia, his eyebrows raised.
"How's it going?" he asks, even though he knows that she can't fully talk yet. "Good?"
She giggles.
Percy keeps his poker face and he looks over at Rachel. "What about you?"
She stares up at him with her wide gray eyes.
"Nothing?" he asks.
Annabeth's face is suddenly right above his. He cranes his head back and looks up at her smirking face. She crosses her arms right underneath his neck on top of the couch, and sticks out her hip.
"What about you, dear?" He asks. "Good?"
"Oh, I could go for some seaweed coffee right about now," she says.
"I should've never gotten you hooked on that,"
"Uncle Percy," Sam says.
Percy brings his head up and raises his hand. "Here," he says nonchalantly.
Sam chuckles, but then he straightens his face. "Um, what's seaweed coffee?"
"No," he points a finger at Sam. "I am not ever feeding you that and I will make sure your parents don't either,"
"Why not?"
"It'll lead you to some weird places," he says.
Suddenly, Slides jumps up onto the coffee table and meows. Percy looks at her and then shouts, "Thalia, get your butt in here already!"
"Who's Thalia?" Sam asks.
"Three…two…one…" Percy counts and then he points to the door.
It slams open and there stands the girl with Jason's eyes and black spiky hair. "That dang cat! Where the heck are you going?!" Then she looks around. "Oh, hey—whoa. What the hell did I miss?"
"Ooh…" Jake stretched the word. "You just said a bad word…"
Thalia walks up to Slides and ruffles his hair as he runs out of the house and back to his own next door. She then messes up Sam's hair. "Yes, so don't ever look up to your Auntie Thalia,"
Sam shakes his head, brushing his hair with his finger, and points to her but looks at Percy. "She's my aunt?"
"And don't ever listen to a word she says," Percy says, "Because they're usually very bad,"
"What Percy means to say is that we have a very big family," Annabeth says.
Thalia picks up Slides in her arms and scratches the cat's head. "This cat is like a human," she says, "she like, reads your mind and takes you places."
"And a weird family at that," Percy adds onto Annabeth's statement.
Thalia smacks his arm in response.
Jason and Piper come back in and sit next to Sam. Jason puts his arms around both Sam and Piper. He looks at Percy, who tilts his head back in recognition. "'Sup, dude,"
Jason tilts his own head back. "Hey," he still breathes heavily from hurrying back to the living room.
"Well, in celebration of your new house," Thalia says as she sits on one of the couches. "We'll order pizza!"
There are some joyful cheers, ready to relax and eat food after a long day of moving around large furniture.
"And you're paying," she adds on.
"I totally expected that," Jason says.
Piper looks around and finds herself smiling as she realizes that they really are like one big family, even if they aren't really related. She had never seen this before, she'd never been a part of something like this without something coming in and ruining it. But now, she can tell. She knows that her life really did start—with everyone else—from that moment she stepped off the bus.
She also realizes that the only way she could actually prove herself of this, how she knows for sure that this is where she belongs, is because she knows she'll do anything to take care of what she has; and that they'll do the same as well. No more death, no more loss, no more screwed-up endings. Just her and her family.
THE END.
Please review if you enjoyed this story!
And, my next story is going to be called: Dreams Make Miracles.
Summary: All Jason's ever wanted to do since his incident was study the brain and how it worked. All Piper's ever wanted to do since she found out about her illness, was find a cure to her brain cancer and fulfill all the items on her bucket list. They know they'll need each other one way or another, but will their own dreams get in the way? They can only hope for the best and wait for a miracle. AU.
Obviously, it'll be a Jasper story, and it's a plot that has been attacking my mind for such a long time!
Thirdly, has anyone finished the House of Hades yet? I have! If you have, Please, I beg of you, PM me so we can fangirl! None of my friends have finished it yet and I haven't been able to freak out about its contents yet! It's going to kill mee...
But if you haven't read it, or are now, or haven't even gotten the book yet, then I apologize for making you frustrated. But, take my word when I say that IT IS SO BEAUTIFUL. You will love it. It honestly doesn't matter whether someone spoils it for you or if you can't read it until Christmas, because the fact that you're able to read it and can actually feel the emotions from it, is the greatest gift from it.
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Until the next story... :)