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p i p a b e t h

never in a million years

{piper}

I collapse on my bed, exhausted. 

I had just gotten back from another failed attempt at a date. Typical. 

Just me being Piper McLean, your average bisexual 'slut'.

I date, and I kiss, and I sleep with other people just to get one girl off my mind. 

Annabeth Chase.

I swear that girl will be the death of me. 

I could run my hands through her short blonde hair forever. I could stare into those mysterious grey eyes for an eternity. 

But how could she ever love me? 

Everyone already knew she and Percy Jackson were endgame and it was only a matter of time before they went out. And me? I was just plain old me. Brown hair, tanned skin and these stupid eyes that could never decide on a color. And it's crazy that I love her and it's crazy that I can't get over it. 

I sigh and pull out my iPad, ready to start working on an essay that's due tomorrow but my hand reaches for my sketchpad. I really love to draw, but I've never shown anyone. 

Especially not Annabeth. 

Tomorrow's essay long forgotten, I begin to draw.  

First I draw little sketches. One of my favorites represented me in a way because I'm definitely a bit confused right now. 

I open up to a new page and begin to draw more detailed now that I'm fully submerged. The clock now read 12:13 A.M, but I could care less. 

An hour and a half later I looked down to see that I had drawn Annabeth. The one person I swore never to draw because I knew I'll never get her in the end. 

Girls like me never do. 

I drew her with messy buns, the ones she had been wearing the first day I saw her, freshman year. 

I will never forget her as long as I live. 

"Maybe because she'll be with you as long as you do", said a small voice in my head. 

I shook away the thought. Girls like me don't get girls like her.

"Says who?"

Says society, I answer. 

I shake my head again. I rip the page out of my sketchbook and put it in the trash can so Annabeth doesn't see it. Speaking of her, at that moment Annabeth opens the door and takes her bag off her shoulder. 

"Sorry I got home so late, I was studying for a big test I have tomorrow," she sighed and kicked off her vans. 

Did I mention Annabeth also happens to be my dormmate? 

"That's fine, I was just uh- writing my essay," I lied and grabbed my iPad and started typing. 

"Alright, I'm going to make some ramen, I'll let you know when it's ready," she says and walks into the kitchen. 

The thing is, no matter how hard I try, I can't get over her. 

It's the way her hair shines in the fluorescent lighting. The way her hips sway when she walks. The way she bites her lip when she's nervous. 

It's the small things I can't get over. 

She's the only one that stood by me when everyone turned their backs. The one who held me when I sobbed out my heart to her. The one who never asked for anything in return. And it kills me to know we'll only be friends. 

But maybe it's for the better.

"Ramen's ready!" I hear Annabeth holler from the kitchen. I set down my computer, walk over and grab my bowl off the table. 

"Looks good Annie," I say with a giggle, knowing she doesn't like to be called that.

She gives me the side eye and says, "I hope you like it Pipes," in a faked icy tone.

I laugh and she joins me at the table. 

"How was your day?"

"Oh, just another failed attempt at a date, nothing new," I say as I miserably poke my ramen noodles. 

"Hey, you'll find someone eventually! Keep on kissing until sparks fly," She says with a wink.

"I can't keep kissing people and pretending their you." The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. 

She looks up with a bit of ramen hanging out of her mouth. I would've laughed had this not been the circumstance. 

"W-what?" Annabeth stutters. 

I lean forward and kiss her.

On the lips. 

She cups her hand on my face and continues to kiss me to my surprise. 

Never in a million years did I see that coming.