Im un-drafting this, its a long finished work but i'm leaving it up as a thought for my past self. while i may find it lacking now, i put so much effort into this and i'm still proud of what i did then. also, everyone is who read it and responded wa...
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Like any normal day, Percy woke to the sound of screaming. Naturally. His eyes shot up open, and he winced as the sunlight assaulted his eyes, amplifying his wicked headache. He gripped the sides of the bathtub for support, leaning on the slippery sides. Wait. Bathtub? These confusing thoughts flew out of his head when his eyes landed on the source of the screaming. Piper McLean. His nemesis. A very hot, shocked, hungover, naked, Piper McLean.
"Whoah?" He jerked back. "What happened to your clothes?" "Have you looked at yourself lately?" She muttered, self consciously covering her chest.
She was right. Percy wasn't wearing anything either. He blushed. "What the hell happened last night?"
"Not sure. I vaguely remember Leo, Jason and both the Stolls drunkenly admitting to spiking all the drinks."
"Jeez." Percy cleared his throat. "Ummm... do you want me to close my eyes so you can go get clothes?" "Yea, please do."
Percy can hear Piper standing up, and a towel being pulled out of the closet. "Ok I'm decent." He opened his eyes and sucked a breath in. The towel contrasted with her tan skin, and showed off her legs better than any dress he had seen her in before. He had to remind himself that she hated him. And that's why you ended up naked in a bathtub with her. A voice in his head snickered.
"I'm going to get you some clothes." Piper dashed out of the room.
Percy collapsed against the wall. What the heck did he do....
Piper
What had she done...
Naked. With Percy Jackson. The annoying, egocentric, hot jock she couldn't hate no matter how hard she tried. Just perfect. And she had a wicked hangover too. Peachy. She slipped on a dress, and frantically dialed Jason's number.
"Where the hell are you." She hissed into the phone.
"In your basement..." He yawned into the phone.
"Get your ass up here." A minute later he stumbled into her room half dressed.
She raised her eyebrow. "What did you do last night."
He scratched the back of his neck. "Uh...slept?"
"Yeah right. Those are Leo's pants."
He blushed. "Why did you want me up here?"
Now it was Piper's turn to blush. "Because....iwokeupnakedinabathtubwithpercyjackson!"
"You did what?" Jason said, somehow understanding Piper perfectly.
"I don't know how it happened..."
"Where's Percy?"
"Bathroom still."
He nodded and grabbed some of his clothes that he kept at Piper's. He knocked on the door and waited a minute before entering.
"Oh-h hey Jason." Percy said nervously. Piper couldn't see him, but she imagined he was blushing.
"Hey Percy." Jason's voice was scary low, and Piper knew he must be giving Percy the death glare. "What did you do to my friend?"
"Ummm...could we have this conversation after I put some clothes on?"
"Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry." Piper heard fabic falling through the air and then the sound of zippers. After a minute Jason spoke again. "So what did you do to Piper."
"That's the worst part. I can't remember." Percy sighed. "I'm so sorry Jase."
"Percy. It's ok. I know she'll forgive you."
Percy let out a bitter laugh. "She hates me. And that's why it hurts so much. I really like her. I have for a while now"
What? Percy likes her? She did not expect that.
"I know." Jason's voice held no trace of his former anger.
"I never would do this on purpose." Percy sighed.
"Hey. Perce."
"Yeah."
Jason seemed to me in what Piper called his "Mother Mode". His tone was kind, gentle and Piper could tell that he was making a sympathetic face. "Percy, she may act like it, but I can promise you. Piper does not hate you. Far from it."
Hidden from view, Piper frowned. It was true, she had never hated Percy. In fact, she had a developed a bit of a crush on him. But she had never told Jason that. Damn boy was too insightful for his own good.
"Really?" Percy's voice was filled with doubt.
"Really. She's probably listening right now and cursing at me for knowing how she feels about you."
"She's listening? What?" Percy's voice became frantic. "So she heard that..."
"Why don't you go talk to her..." Piper could practically hear Jason's smirk.
Oh fudge! Piper thought. She tore across her room and quickly acted innocent, like she hadn't been eavesdropping.
Jason pushed open the door, a smirk on his face and Percy walked in. His normally messy hair was worse than ever, but it had never looked better to Piper.
"I'm sorry." He blurted out. "I really- the stolls- I never wanted this to happen- oh my god i'm so embarrassed."
It was true. His normally tanned face had gone a soft shade of pink. Piper laughed. "It's ok Percy. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. And I don't hate you." She cast her eyes at the ground. "Um- Jason was right, actually."
Percy smiled. "Do ya want to get coffee sometimes?"
"I would love that."
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"And that is how I met your mother. Well, how I ended up with her anyway." Percy slung an arm around Piper's shoulder.
His daughter buried her head in her hands. "So basically Uncle Connor got you guys drunk, you did the .... Well you did stuff, woke up in a bathtub, and that prompted you to ask her out??"
"Well, I actually think it was Travis..." Percy tried to remember. "But yeah."
"Awesome!" His 16 year old son shouted. "Oh jeez! Jenna won't believe that part about her dad's!"
"Now don't get any ideas Aaron." Piper said firmly. "I see that smirk."
Eliza raised her eyebrow. "Oh you don't want to know the stuff he's already gotten himself into."
Percy laughed as Piper turned to her son, who chose to shrug.
"Ah let it go Pipes." Percy said. "They can't be any worse than us."
