Shipping and Ripping with Alyx, Claire and Tori

Bricks deserve love too (brason)

It was meant to happen. 

Ever since Brick threw himself at Jason's head, they'd both been on each other's minds. Brick made a deep imprint on Jason, physically and mentally, and, to Jason, the only thing that hurt more than his heartsickness was the huge dent where Brick had landed.

Piper wasn't enough anymore. Jason longed for more moments with the brick. Jason's time with him was so short that they hadn't even introduced. Concentrating on the rhythmic swaying of the Argo II, Jason's mind strayed to the moment when the Romans started throwing things at the Argo II's crew. All those enraged faces, blurred together in the chaos of battle. And yet, the only thing that stood out to him amidst it all was the determined, perfect, rough face of the brick. The brick shone in a way that only divine beings and polished marble floors can, the background of purple perfectly accentuating its tan-brown-

"Jason? We're going to breakfast. Want me to bring you something or can you make it to the dining hall?" Jason cursed his young foolishness. How could he have ever fallen in love with Piper? Her voice, previously sounding so melodious, now sounded as beautiful as nails on a blackboard.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" he yelled, like the kid in the Minecraft vine.

Piper's eyes widened in shock. She took a tentative step forward. "Jason-"

"I'M THINKING ABOUT MY MAN AND YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!!" he roared, throwing himself out of bed, slamming the door as hard as he could to put some space between him and that leech that stood on the other side of the door. 

"You hit your head hard, sweetie." Piper tried again, trying some charmspeak in her voice.

"AH, SO BECAUSE I GOT A CONCUSSION, THAT MEANS THAT MY LOVE FOR THE BRICK IS FAKE?!"

Silence. After a while... "Well... yes."

"IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY LOVE FOR THIS BRICK, THEN YOU'RE NOT A TRUE APHRODITE CHILD! SHAME ON YOU! YOU'RE A DISGRACE UPON YOUR MOTHER!"

Piper ran away weeping.

Nobody could make Jason come out of his room. Using lightning, he blasted a hole through the door so that food could be slipped through the hole he'd made.

Day after day, like a rabid fanboy, he made more and more drawings of the brick, pinning them to his walls. His room felt more comfortable to look at, with those beautiful eyes peering at him curiously wherever he looked.

He even wrote a poem:

Brick,

You stood out.

Your torso was thick.

And you gave me a clout.

You broke my heart and my head.

What am I doing,

Boys can't write.

Soppy poetry

Imma go now.

Bye.

*(Bows and leaves)*

That was surprisingly good for a concussed boy.