Disguises ~A Jiper AU~

Piper had nothing else to do. Her father had a surprise conference, Leo was in the forge all day, and her car was at the shop getting an oil change. Instead of staying home all day, bored out of her mind, she decided to go outside.
She was dressed in simple, average clothing. A white tank top with a baggy, long sleeved shirt that was orange over it and a pair of faded, cut off blue jeans shorts. She was wearing a random pair of sandals that she had found in the back of her closet and a small brown purse to match. As for her hair, she wasn't in the mood to braid it, so it was being kept out of her face with two green headbands. As a way to hid her face, she had on an old, beat up baseball hat and a pair of sunglasses.
She sent a text to her dad before leaving the house, telling him she was going out for a few hours.
Piper walked out the back door of the house, hoping to avoid anyone who might cause commotion. Luckily, she did avoid people and made it to the bus stop a few blocks away from her house in no time. She sat on the bench, waiting for the bus to pull up. Five minutes later, her mode of public transportation pulled up, allowing her on.
She pulled out the money she needed for the ride, paid the bus driver, and went to take a seat. The bus wasn't crowded yet; there were only six or seven people scattered about. She chooses a seat near the back, looking out the window.
The bus slowly started to fill up. Piper glanced at the time on her phone; now noticing rush hour had started. She'd be getting off soon. In her theory, it was best to go out during rush hour when there was a crowd, meaning she'd be harder to spot.
She was two stops away from her destination when she heard the diver yelling at someone. Looking away from the window, she saw a tall boy with blond hair. He looked to be looking for an open seat. Fortunate for him, there was an open seat right next Piper.
"Hey, kid," she said, loud enough to catch the guy's attention.
The boy turned around, meeting eyes with her before walking down the aisle, nearly getting tripped by a heavily obese woman and her equally obese yapping dog. Who probably would have passed as an over stuffed bratwurst.The blond haired boy sat down beside her. She took good look at his face. He wore a pair of thin gold glasses. Behind the lenses of the glasses, she noticed that his eyes were a blue color. The same color of the sky on a cloudless day. On the corner of his lip was a small scar, tempting her to ask how he got it. She didn't, of course; this was, after all, a stranger.
"Thanks," the boy breathed out. He seemed to be a little jumpy, constantly looking around.
Piper caught on to this, knowing the feeling all too well, though she become suspicious. Could this boy be a thief? A murderer? She pushed the thought aside, not wanting to visit that dark side of her mind.
"Jason," he said, offering a hand out with a smile.
"Piper," she responded, taking his hand and giving it a small shake.
"So, if you don't mind me asking, where are you heading?"
Piper thought for a second. Does she tell him or not? Her plan was to stop by a Starbucks, then hit up a bookstore for some new reading material.
"A coffee shop to meet up with a friend. You?"
"Nowhere, really. I just needed to get out of the house."
The bus stopped again, picking up and letting more people off. Jason was staring intently at the door, Piper noticed. The doors of the bus were about to close when a tall, buff looking guy stepped onto the bus. The man had dark curly hair and bright red lips.
Jason started to look around in a panic. He caught sight of Piper's hat and glasses.
"Can I borrow those?"
"Uh... sure, I guess," she handed him the hat and glasses. Jason handed her the glasses she had been wearing. Piper put them on, trying to act normal. She looked out the window, glancing back at Jason. Wearing this get up, this Jason character looked a little bit like when that one Roger Steve guy from that superhero movie.
The man who had come onto the bus was now making his way to the back. He looked at everyone intently, as if studying him or her for clues.
Piper looked at Jason. He was slouched down a little, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Even though the hat was pulled over his eyes, she could still see where he was looking. He was looking at the man.
The man walked by them, taking a seat in the very back -- the seat that was five rows back.
Once the bus started to move again, Piper started to speak in a low voice. "What was that about?"
Jason glanced over to Piper. She had her head turned to the window, not looking at him. He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Um, would you believe that he's my bodyguard?"
Piper looked at him, forgetting that the man was watching them. Her eyes widened in shock.
"Why do you have a bodyguard?" she whispered, shocked.
Apparently she had somehow gotten someone else's attention. The person looked up from their gossip magazine, looking over at Piper. She gasped, closing her magazine and examining the cover, then looking back at Piper.
"You're Piper McLean," the girl stated. It was loud enough for nearly everyone on the bus to hear. "You're Tristan McLean's daughter."
"What? Me? No," Piper tried to make up excuses, but she could tell it wasn't working.
As if the fates were in her favor, the bus stopped. Luckily, this was her stop.
"Op, look at where we are. Time for our date, honey."
She grabbed Jason's arm, hauling him out of the seat. He was a little confused, but wanted to get off the bus just as much as Piper. In the process of sanding up, the hat fell off. The man in the back, Jason's bodyguard, was following behind them
"Run," she told Jason. He nodded, taking off.
They ran off the bus, looking around for a get away. They turned left, running down the sidewalk. Jason looked over his shoulder, seeing his bodyguard pushing people out of the way. He grabbed Piper's hand, pulling her in a different direction. They sprinted down an alley way towards a row of dumpsters and a low wall. The duo vault on top the dumpsters and over the wall. Continuing their sprint. As they round a corner running out of the alley, a large recycling truck blazes by and rips Piper's old hat from Jason's head.
"Sorry," he apologized. "But I need to outrun Dakota, or else I'm dead."
"Gotcha," she panted, not used to all this physical activity.
Jason noticed and started to slow down, pulling her into a small cafe. They took a seat at table. Piper sat down, catching her breath while Jason read the menu by the counter.
"Is there anything you want?" he asked.
"Water, please."
He nodded, walking to the counter. When he was away buying their drinks, Piper checked her phone. She had one missed call from her dad, and a text from Leo. She listened to the voicemail first. It was her dad telling her that he wouldn't be home till later that night, and Leo's text was saying that he'd be coming over around six. It was only one-thirty at the moment. She sent Leo a quick reply as Jason sat back down.
Piper took off the golden-rimmed glasses, handing them back to the blond. Jason gave her back her sunglasses, apologizing for losing her hat.
"It's fine," she told him, checking her phone again.
"Oh, did I make you miss that meet up with your friend?" he asked, mad at himself now. "I'm so sorry. I really did--"
"It's fine," Piper cut him off, and then nervously replied. "I, uh... I lied. My friend is actually at work till about six." She bit her lip before adding, "So we can hang out till around five."
"Really?" Jason seemed surprised. "You still want to hang out with me even though I dragged us into a huge mess, literally?"
Piper laughed. "Oh, I've been in worse situations."
Jason smiled, and then remembered what that girl had said on the bus. He could help but ask if it were true. " Hey, umm... about what that girl said on the bus.. about Tristan McLean?"
Piper sighed, nodding. "Yep. That seems to be how everyone looks at me. Just the daughter of Tristan McLean."
Jason noticed the sad look in her eyes. He knew what it was like to live in a shadow as well.
"Anyway," she started, changing the subject. "What makes you so important? You do have a bodyguard, so that says something." She realized how rude that sounded the moment it escaped her mouth.
"I'd rather have you not know quite yet."
Piper let the subject go, not wanting to push him further. Then she realized she didn't know what else to talk about. She caught a glimpse of the shirt he was wearing under his dark blue hoodie.
"You're a Superman fan?"
"Yep."
"I'm more of a Batman type of person."
"Please," smiled and rolled his eyes. "Batman sucks. He's named after an animal that can fly and he can't do that."
"Oh, really? Well, Superman's symbol is an S, standing for hope on his planet, yet to most it stands for stupid."
They spent the next few minutes arguing over the stupidest things. Jason ended the conversation, allowing Piper to win. He had to admit, it was difficult to argue with her. She had many good points, none that Jason could deny.. Batman has Kryptonite.
People came and went through the small shop. Jason bought them both bagels to eat, as well as coffee. They chatted more about their interests, like movies, books, and music. They had started telling each other jokes. The Harry Potter jokes, that is.
"Why did Harry Potter cross the road?" Jason asked her. She shrugged, waiting for him to continue. "Don't know, but someone's going to write a fanfic about it."
Piper burst out laughing. She didn't read too many Harry Potter fan fictions, but she knew that fandom did everything. She had no doubt that a fan fic like that was out there.
As Jason gazed down at his half full glass of water.. he thought to himself and suddenly jolted upwards with crazy eyes locked towards Piper's. " Just had a crazy thought.. what if.. now bear with me here... we all live in our own fanfiction?.. Mind. Blown." Piper had never cringed so hard in her life, but decided to humor him. She made a fake toast towards him saying " What next the gods are real?... You never know...."
Jason was about to back up his life changing theory with hard evidence, when he saw who was coming. He knew there was no getting away this time, so he simply waited for the inevitable.
Dakota made his way over, sitting down beside Jason and Piper. In his hand was a bottle of fruit punch that was half empty. He took a sip before scolding the blonde.
"Jason, don't do that again. You're going to get me fired."
"Sorry, man," Jason said. "You have no idea how much attention you'd attract."
"Oh, and like she wouldn't," Dakota said, pointing at Piper.
"Uh, still here," she said, pouting a little. Her phone buzzed, and she checked the time. It was nearly time for her to leave. She stood up, looking at the two boys in front of her. "Well, I gotta get going. See ya around, Jason."
She turned to leave, but was stopped. Jason handed her a napkin that had something scribbled on in. Before she could check, Jason said, "It's my number."
"Thanks," Piper replied, smiling. She turned away before he could see her bright crimson blush, and headed out the door. He then sat back down with Dakota.
Dakota shook his head in disbelief, looking at Jason. "You picked a good one, Jason. She's hella hot." Jason sent a glare in his direction. " What are you Dakota? Some kinda Man-Slut?"
Dakota rolled his eyes. Jason doing the same standing up. Dakota followed in suit. They headed outside where Jason spotted the car they'd be using to get back to the palace. On the side of the black car was the royal crest. Jason hoped that Piper hadn't seen it when she passed by.
He opened the door, sitting in the back seat. Dakota took his seat in the passenger's seat, waiting for the prince to buckle up. Once he was, they took back off to the Jason's home.

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