Disguises ~A Jiper AU~

There's a few bits in Spanish that will be translated at the end. If you're impatient, feel free to skip to the end or look it up. If you speak the language or understand what it says, good for you.
Before Piper even opened the door, she heard Leo singing along to a horrible pop song. Piper unlocked the door, entering the house. She found her friend in the kitchen dancing to the radio while making grilled cheese. Instead of making herself presence noticeable, she stood away from the kitchen door just watching him.
He used the spatula he was holding as a mic, breaking into the chorus.
"Work, work, work, work, work, work
He say me have to
Work, work, wor--"
"My gods, turn this shit off!"
Leo let out a not to manly scream, dropping his kitchen utensil on the floor. He spotted Piper in the doorway. With a hand on his chest, he started to calm down. Piper, who really didn't want to hear the music, picked up the radio remote and turned it off.
They stared at each other in silence. Finally Leo picked up the spatula, continuing to make his sandwich before it burned. It was, unfortunately, burned on one side. He put it on a plate, handling it to Piper.
"Because you distracted me."
Piper shrugged. "Better than nothing."
Leo sighed, watching her bit into it. He started to make another sandwich, and asked about her day.
"Well, I met a boy," she told him. Before she could say more, Leo looked at her all wide eyed like he couldn't believe her.
"Who?"
"His name is Jason."
"Last name?"
"Wouldn't say."
He turned back to the stove, flipping over the bread. While doing so, he thought about this Jason guy.
Was he a murderer? A thief? A stalker?
Without saying anything out loud, Piper knew what he was thinking.
"No, Leo, he's not a criminal, and, as far as I'm aware, he hasn't committed a felony," she paused before continuing. "He's got to be someone important though. He had a bodyguard."
"What was the bodyguard's name?"
"Dakota, if I remember correctly."
Leo dropped everything he was doing and looked her right in the eyes. Piper, who was now beyond confused, raised an eyebrow at him and gave him the 'what the f' face.
"What did this guy look like? Jason, I mean."
"Uh, blond hair, about this tall," she gestured a few inches taller than her with her hand, "blue eyes, a little scar on his upper lip, and a pair of golden glasses."
Leo started closer at his friend, speaking very slowly. "And you didn't get a last name?"
"No. Why?"
There was a ten second silence. Leo didn't say anything, and Piper didn't say anything. Then, out of nowhere, Leo burst out laughing. It was so sudden, Piper jumped. She watched Leo as he laughed, tears coming out the corner of his eyes.
"What? What's so funny?"
In between his giggles and gasps, he managed to say, "Chica estúpida, no se da cuenta de que él es el hijo del rey?"
Piper growled, pouting. "You know I don't understand Spanish."
Leo laughed harder, knowing she didn't understand. He had answered her question, just not the way she wanted it. Knowing that his laughter wouldn't die down anytime soon, she stood up and began to walk away. Leo, not wanting her to leave quite yet, ran after her.
"No, espera un segundo ... sólo un segundo," he stopped, talking only to laugh again. Piper shook her head, entering her room. Once she was in, she locked the door behind her.
She started walking away, even though she heard Leo calling out for her. She chose to ignore her small Latino friend till he had calmed down enough to speak in English for her. That wouldn't be for another ten minutes, if she got lucky.
Until then, she decided to listen to music with headphones on and read a book. She picked a random book off her shelf and began to read. The book she grabbed was the Selection, one of her favorites.
She was half way through the first chapter when the door opened. Leo was on his knees, tools in his hands. He had obviously picked the lock. Piper had forgotten how good he was at that.
Leo came in, lying down beside where Piper was. It wasn't an awkward thing for them; this was a normal, sibling like thing they did often. Leo took Piper's book from her and pulled her headphones out, not saying anything. They laid there in silence for a moment until Leo spoke.
"I'm sorry I made fun of you," he apologized. "I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
Piper turned her head to face Leo. He looked at her as well. "What did you say earlier?"
Leo grinned, looking up at the ceiling. "Not saying, but I'll say this: you'll find out soon enough."
Piper punched Leo's arm, causing him to roll off bed, laughing. Piper said some insult in French to him, now sitting up on her bed. Leo once again apologized, suggesting that they watch a movie. Piper agreed figuring it was the only other thing they could do without provoking her.
They went into the living room, turning on the TV. Leo flipped through the channels while Piper went to make popcorn and get the sodas. Leo smiled, finding one of Piper's favorite movies. She came back in with the snacks, smiling when she saw what was on.
The Dark Knight had just started. Piper sat down, placing the popcorn between her and Leo. She handed him a can of orange soda, wrapping a blanket around herself.
About half way through the movie, the front door unlocked. Piper's dad had just gotten dropped off by his manager and was about ready to hit the hay, but wanted to see his daughter first. He walked into the dark living room, seeing her and Leo watching a Batman movie.
"Hey, dad," Piper said, not looking away from the screen.
"Hey," he sat down beside her, taking a handful of popcorn. "Anything exciting happen today?"
"Not really. I just--"
"Piper has a boyfriend," Leo said, setting his soda. Piper whipped her head in Leo's direction. The second he said it though; he was up and running away.
"Leo Valdez, you little-- ugh!"
Tristan didn't say anything for a second. He waited till the murderous look in Piper's eyes had gone before he spoke.
"I'm going to assume he was joking."
Piper groaned. "Yes, but I did meet a boy today. His name is Jason."
She told him exactly what she had told Leo when's he had gotten home. Her dad simply listened to his discretion, not interrupting or asking questions. At the end, Tristan had thought as to who the boy might be, but didn't say it out loud; that was for his daughter to figure out on her own.
"Well don't stay up too long," he stood up, walking to his room. He paused to add, "Oh, and don't kill Leo."
"I make no promises," she joked. The two smiled at each other before Tristan went to his room for bed. Piper returned to her movie, eating the remaining popcorn. Leo, who waited another five minutes, emerged from his room, keeping quiet. He was afraid that if he made a sound, Piper would do on a murder spree.
"So... " Leo tapped his knee during the end credits, "anything else happen today?"
"Not really," Piper said, walking into the kitchen to put her bowl in the sink and throw away all the pop cans. She left the blanket behind, as well as something from her pocket. Leo noticed something slip out and went to investigate. His eyes widened.
"Piper!" he shouted.
"Shhh!" she hissed. "My dad's trying to sleep."
He rushed into the kitchen, waving around the napkin he found. Piper grabbed his wrist, holding it still so she could see what it was. Her eyes widened as well, and she took it back, shoving it into her pocket.
"Why didn't you tell me you got his number?"
"Because you'd loss it just like you is now."
It was true. Leo was still staring at her like she had just grown another head. He ran both his hand through his hair, slightly tugging on the ends. Slowly, he started sliding down onto the ground. Piper rolled her eyes, announcing she was going to bed.
"Alright. That fine. Just leave me here to die," Leo fell over to the side, curled in a ball. "I'll be fine."
Piper sighed, shaking her head. He was overreacting.
She entered her room, turning on a lamp. She quickly plugged in her phone, tossed the crumpled up napkin into the nightstand, and went to change into her pajamas. As she lay down, she looked at the napkin. She had saved Jason's number to her phone, but hadn't texted him yet.
Tomorrow, she told herself, turning off the lamp. I'll text him tomorrow.
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Translations:
Chica estúpida, no se da cuenta de que él es el hijo del rey? - Stupid girl, don't you realize that he's the son of the king?
No, espera un segundo ... sólo un segundo - No, wait just a second... just one second.

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