Time to Meet Percabeth

Lizzie Smith

Lizzie Smith

"Hey Liz, could you pass me the lipstick in my purse?" My sister, Brianne, waves her hand at me impatiently. 

Out of everybody in the school, Brianne was the most self-centered and vain. As I stood beside her in the bathroom of the movie theatre, Brianne was pushing her boobs so that they were as close to her chin as possible and pulling different faces in the mirror as if she were some part of a model photoshoot.

She was pretty though. She had curly, auburn hair that rippled down to her hips and eyes as green as a lake. Even the freckles that were splattered over her face- which she always moaned about- enhanced her features and make her that much more stunning.

Naturally, being Brianne's twin sister should have given me the same natural beauty, but I wasn't all for it. When I was ten, I realised that Brianne would always be seen as the pretty one even if we looked the same, because she had the natural flair of selfishness that matched her face and I cut all of my hair off in temper.

The look kind of stuck and I still keep it choppy and short. I wear baggy clothes, simple make-up, sneakers and had very little to work with in the chest area. I wasn't particularly bad looking; I guess I just gave up trying to be Brianne a long time ago.

"You know I hate it when you call me Liz," I scolded her. "My name is Lizzie. Li-zie. Do I really need to sound it out for you?"

"Yeah, whatever. Just hand me the lipstick." I rummaged in her handbag and pulled out the lipstick that she always wore because it matched her hair. I placed it into her hand and rolled my eyes when she pouted and kissed the mirror after putting on the lipstick.

"That is so unhygienic!" I reminded her. "Do you know how many germs are probably on that mirror?"

"Shut up, will you?" She brushed past me and strutted out of the bathroom before turning back to look at me and click her fingers. I knew this move. It meant she wanted me to hold her shopping bags while she flirted with some boys.

It didn't take me long to find Brianne, trying to flirt with a guy who seemed completely uninterested, if a little bit awkward and uncomfortable. My sister was doing that dumb stereotypical thing where girls spin their hair around their finger and giggling slightly while trying to push her breasts together. The poor boy ruffled his black hair awkwardly and his green eyes were frantically darting around the room as if trying to find a way to escape.

I decided to try and save him. "Brianne, we're going to miss the film if you don't hurry up."

"Go away, Elizabeth." My sister flicked her hand at me dismissively.

I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance and grabbed her hand so that I could spin her around to face me. While her anger and frustration was baring down on me in the form of a stone-cold glare and an angry nose-flair, I quickly twitched my head in a gesture that told the boy to escape.

Pretty simple, right? I listen to Brianne's knife-sharp words while the boy slips away and disappears into a swarm of people in the foyer of the movie theatre. But no, the poor sod had to trip over his own feet and send Brianne crashing to the floor, spilling her soda all over her white shirt, completely soaking her chest and turning her hair into a sticky mess.

I had managed to leap out of Brianne's way as she flopped onto the ground and the boy stood opposite me, his eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. I wish that I could say I was a good sister who helped Brianne to her feet and checked that she was okay, but in all honesty, I just laughed. I laughed so hard that my sides started to hurt and I saw that the boy was biting his lip to stop from laughing.

"Percy, what did you do?" A blonde girl was behind the boy- Percy- and she looked slightly amused, but ever so slightly more surprise.

"I... I tripped," Percy stuttered. He rushed forward to haul Brianne to her feet and muttered an awkward apology.

"Here." The blonde girl pulled a couple of dollars out of her pocket and handed them to my sister. "That's for the drink. I'm sorry."

"Oh, thanks." My sister threw her hands up in annoyance. "That's really going to make a dent in how much this shirt cost! Are you kidding me? I can't believe this!"

I rolled my eyes at the blonde girl behind my sister's back and the girl cracked a small smile.

"I'm sorry, I really am," Percy said awkwardly.

"Yeah, well sorry isn't going to buy me a new shirt!"

"It's not like you've not got any others," I remind her.

"Shut up, Elizabeth!" My sister had a fire in her eyes that was completely eclipsed by her soggy shirt and sticky hair.

"It's Lizzie," I muttered instinctively. I shrugged off my favourite red bomber-jacket and handed it over to my sister. "Here you go."
"You expect me to wear this? I'd look like a troll."

"Hey! I always wear that jacket," I exclaimed. I saw Percy and the blonde girl sneak a look at each other and they both sniggered in synchronisation.

"Exactly." My sister looked torn between looking like a troll and a soggy biscuit.

"Geez, just put the stupid jacket on! I have been waiting to see this movie for like a million years and if I miss it because of you, I will not be afraid to murder you."

"We should probably go, Percy. Sally will be waiting." The girl laughed.

"You're right, Annabeth." Percy shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked at me. "Besides, we wouldn't want Elizabeth to kill us for making her miss her film."

Annabeth smiled at me and as the pair walked away from me and my disgusted sister, I called out, "It's Lizzie!"

A/N

Surprise! I'm actually alive! 

Sorry I haven't updated since the beginning of time, but I'm an atrocious human being. Apologies.

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter- I know it's short and suckish, but at least it's there.

Anyway, for now, I'm signing out.

-R