(A/N: This one is a VERY long flashback, and like I promised, I won't leave you at a major cliffhanger. This chapter is dedicated to @RacAzevedo, for always helping when I'm stuck. Since I'm a loyal author and not such loyal friend, she's the one to be blamed for Will's fate. Kill her, not me! Kidding! Love you, Morena, my real-life Trish s2)
Will's flashback
Will woke up and looked around the room. Pink walls. Pink curtains. Pink EVERYWHERE. For a moment Will wondered why he was at Aphrodite's cabin, until recognize it wasn't Cabin 10, it was another room. He sat up and froze. That move felt TOO weird. He felt too short, to slim, and with weight on his chest he wasn't used to. He looked down and saw breasts in a tank top.
I AM A GIRL???
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MOMMYYYY, THERE IS A BOY IN MY ROOM, COME AND SAVE MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
***(about ten minutes later)
STOP SCREAMING!!
NO, NO, NO! MOMMY! SAVE ME! A BOY IS INSIDE OF ME! AND NOT IN THE PLEASUREABLE WAY!!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHH
FOR THE LOVE OF GODS, STOP WITH THE SHRILL!
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH, WHY MEEEEEEEEEE??? I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!!! I AM POPULAR, I AM FABULOUS, I CAN'T BE CRAAAZYYYY!!! MOMMYYYY???
Your mommy CAN'T hear you, so STOP screaming!!!
MOMMYYYYYYY!!!! ANYOOONEEEE, COME AND SAVE ME FROM THIS... THIS... CREATURE!!!!!
Gods, you're giving me a headache. Oh, the irony, one of the perks of being gay is that I DON'T have to deal with girl's drama, and now I'm stuck inside one.
Wait, you are gay?
Yes!
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, THERE IS A GAY GUY INSIDE MY HEAD!!!! SOMEBODY HELP MEEEEEEEE!
***
GET. OUT.
I. CAN'T.
I don't care HOW you do it, just get out of my body!
I WOULD if I knew HOW, which I DON'T.
You HAVE to get out, this is MY body!
Again, I have no idea HOW I got here, let alone how to get OUT.
You know what, I won't talk to you.
What?
I'll ignore you until you leave my body.
You think it works like this? I wish to the second star on the right and BAM, back to my own body?
Ignoring you.
Silent treatment? Really?
Ignoring.
FINALLY some peace and quiet!
***
How do I... right, I have to sit to pee.
OH. MY GOD!
I thought you weren't talking to me?
I am NOT.
Don't worry, I'll try not to look and keep the touch at minimum.
I HATE YOU!
***
"Sweetie, I brought you something to eat, since you're feeling sick"
"Thanks, mom."
It's MOMMY! And she is MY mommy!
Are you talking to me again?
NO!
Will smiled to the woman in front of him.
"Mommy"
"Do you feel like going to the doctor?"
"Nah... it's just a headache. I feel like there was a very annoying person yelling inside my head at the highest pitch for HOURS"
HOW DARE YOU!
"And sometimes it yells again. Very high."
"Okay, if you say so. Let me know if you need anything else, ok hon?"
"Sure, mom"
I'm SO going to KILL you.
Why don't you go back to your silent treatment?
I HATE you!
***
Do you know what? We are together in this and we didn't even present ourselves.
I don't care.
Now, be nice. We need to know each other to work better together.
We are NOT together. Forget it.
How can I answer at school if I don't know my, your?, name?
Again, I DON'T CARE!
Fine.
Will openned the drawer of her nightstand. Pink, obviously.
You are so organized. Maybe if I look in this drawer... What do we have here...your driver's license.
WHAT? NO! OKAY, GHOST, MY NAME IS WILL. NOW PUT IT AWAY!
Oh, sorry, too much noise. I can't hear you. Somebody is screaming inside my head. So I need to read the license. By the way, nice name...WILLHERMINA?
SHUT UP! My name is Will, okay. So you never, EVER pronounce my full name again!
Okay. My name is Will Solace. At least the name we have in common.
Solace? How ironic...
Why?
Its meaning is consolation. And I am totally inconsolable.
Well...of course, because it really makes sense I being stuck in a girl's body, at first moment!
You're gay, aren't you? You have a feminine soul...
I AM A BOY WHO LIKE BOYS, IT'S DIFFERENT FROM BEING A GIRL!
Ow, rude! Calm down, 'sister'!
Why don't you go back to your silent treatment, Willhermina Smith?
I HATE YOU!
***
Hey.
Hey.
MAYBE, when we woke up, we will be back to our own bodies.
Ignoring you.
Still? Good, it'll allow me to sleep.
***
Hello?
Hi.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, IT WAS NOT A NIGHTMARE!!!
Apparently not.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID WE WOULD GO BACK TO NORMAL!!!
I said MAYBE.
YOU GAVE ME FALSE HOPE! HOW DARE YOU!!
You need to keep screaming? I'm the only one who can hear you, so no need to yell.
I CAN YELL IF I WANT TO!
I didn't say you couldn't. You know what, just please, please, keep you voice down. I didn't even open my eyes...
MY EYES!!
... and you're already giving me a headache.
He heard a knock and her mom entered.
"Are you feeling better? Do you want to skip school?"
NO!
Why not? It's for the best!
I have cheerleader practice and we're starting a new routine. I NEED to be there.
Nah... Not sure I feel like it.
Pleeeeeease, I will stop the silent treatment, just don't make me get kicked out of the squad!
But I liked the silent treatment...
PLEEEEEEEEEASE?
Fine!
"No, I'm feeling so much better now, mom. Mommy. Thank you for taking care of me"
"Anything, hon. So get changed and I'll see you at breakfast"
What do you usually wear to go to school?
Panties, bra, skirt, blouse and heels for classes. Shorts and tank top for cheerleader practice.
But first, I, you? we?, need a shower.
DON'T YOU DARE!
Gay guy, remember?
IT MEANS NOTHING!
***
HATE. YOU.
Water under the bridge. Or down the drain, in this case. I didn't look and used that... sponge of some sort.
It's a loofah! It's what makes my skin glow this way.
Blabbling until the end of the world. Now, let's check your wardrobe.
Will opened the first drawer, with lace and straps everywhere. He pick a piece and stared.
What. Is. This?
A thong!
A what?
A thong. It's a pantie!
And where is the rest of it?
There is no REST of it! This IS it!
And you want me to wear this? NOT. In a million. Years. Let's see something comfy.
No. NO! You have to wear it! Thongs make me feel hot!
If that strap goes where I THINK it goes, it will only make me VERY unconfortable. And I'm gay.
He started a search for anything that WASN'T a thong.
Now, that looks comfy.
That's my cheerleader shorts.
Wait, you wear only this when you have practice?
And my thongs.
Today, we are wearing this as panties and jeans.
WHAT? What about skirts??
I WON'T wear skirts.
But I thought you're gay!!!
I'm gay, not drag. Just because I like guys doesn't mean I dress like girls.
YOU NEED TO WEAR MY SKIRTS BECAUSE YOU'RE AT MY BODY!
Keeping yelling and I'll wear a sweater.
Ha! I don't have a sweater!
Then I'll get one from your dear mommy.
YOU WOULDN'T!
Try me.
Will opened another drawer, this one almost exploding with bras.
And this?
It's a bra. Duh!
I know it's a bra, but I don't know why you have thirty differents types! Hey, gay guy here, remember?
Then you SHOULD know!
Again, I. DON'T. DRESS. LIKE. A. GIRL!
But you should know how to help a girl dress.
What?
GBF? Gay best friend? A gay guy that helps with hair, make-up, clothes, love advice...
How do I say this? I'm a demigod. A hero. An archer. A healer. A cabin counselor. I pratice my aim. I participate the meetings. I work out. I fight monsters. I heal injured people. Being Apollo's children, god of music, my cabin leads the bonfire songs. I DON'T HAVE TIME to deal with this kind of stupid detail from a girl's life. You want this, you go to cabin 10, Aphrodite's, not cabin 7.
Great, I met a gay. Not a gay best friend. But a gay INSIDE MY HEAD! And even worse, CONTROLING MY BODY!!! But is he a stilish gay, who knows all about fashion? Nooooooo, he is the only gay in the planet that REFUSES TO WEAR SKIRTS!!!
Can we go back to the bra? Don't bother to argue with me, nothing in this world would make me put a skirt. Maybe losing in card games if Leo or Percy were playing, because it sounds like something they would bet, but still...
We can play it! Anything for skirts!
Two minds with just one body? Were you born without a brain or just doesn't bother to use it?
I'm NOT talking to you!
The silent treatment again? That is so childish. Now, that bra looks comfy, not that things with hard wire or so many lace that it HAS to itch.
You know what lace is???
No need to sound so surprise, I'm not an idiot.
Wait, WHAT is this?
A bra. You need to use it, right? You need, we need, I need? What is the right one?
That's a sports bra. I NEVER wear it!
Why not? It looks comfy. And capable of holding everything. Not that you have much, but still...
THAT's why I NEVER wear it! It makes me looks like a board! Please, please, choose a push-up bra!
Please? You can sound nice when you want it. But no, I like these sports bra.
I. HATE. YOU!!!
***
Okay, let's play cool. I have a reputation here and you'll NOT ruin it!
Whatever.
***
NOOOOOO, wrong bathroom, wrong bathroom!!!!
Will entered the man's bathroom and saw three guys in there, staring at him like he was crazy. Or a girl.
"Riiiiiiight, I'm a girl now. Sorry, wrong bathroom."
Will turned and could hear one of guys saying: "What did she mean by 'now'?"
You're a going to RUIN my life!
Such a drama queen.
Will entered the woman's bathroom with caution.
WHAT are you doing? Trying to make me look like a weirdo?
I still feel like they are going to kick me out of here.
WHY?
Because I'm a guy in a girl's bathroom?
Well, outside, I still look like a fabulous girl, so if you could at least TRY not make me look like a weirdo?
***
"Will, WHAT is this?"
"Shorts"
Vanessa looked him from heads to toes and snickered.
She is like that one from that movie, right? Mean girls, I think? Aphrodite's cabin LOVES that movie.
She is the most popular and amazing girl in this school. PLEASE, be nice to her! Wait, you watch movies?
During my free time, sure.
AND YOU COULDN'T USE THIS 'FREE' TIME TO LEARN ABOUT FASHION!?
My turn to ignore you.
"That is not your cheerleaders shorts. WHERE are they?"
"Underneath."
Another cheerleader asked: "WHY are you wearing these kind of shorts? It's a boy's!"
"Because I want to"
WHAT! STOP TALKING, YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!
Why?
THEY'LL THINK I LOST MY FASHION SENSE! YOU NEED TO MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A GIRL WHO KNOWS HOW TO ACT LIKE A GIRL SHOULD!
And YOU need to stop yelling. You want me to say something only a girl would? FINE!
"You want the truth? Here is the truth: I ate too much pizza this weekend and I think my butt looks fat"
WHAAAAAAAT???
Only a girl would think a few slices of pizza during weekend would make her look fat on Monday. See, I acted like a girl.
YOU MADE ME LOOK FAT!!
***
Gods, I can't stand cheerleaders anymore! Or cheerleading!
Stop complaining! This is only Wednesday! And CHEERleaders are CHEERful, so SMILE!
Vanessa came fuming. The other cheerleaders were uneasy.
She doesn't look cheerful. She looks murderous.
Well, you heard what that Johnson boy did to her. Poor girl.
I don't know who he is, but I praise him. She had it coming.
"WILL!"
OH, GOD!
Greeeat...
"WHY are you still wearing these shorts?"
"Why do you care? Does it offends you?"
WHAT ARE YOU DOING????
"Yes, they do! Cheerleaders are hot and we show it! Take off this shorts!"
"No"
WHAAAAAAT? STOP IT, STOP IT!
"I ate a chocolate bar last night and I'm with cellulitis."
Is that how it's pronounced?
YOU'RE MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A FAT GIRL WHO CAN'T KEEP HER MOUTH CLOSED!
And what's the problem of eating what you want?
"Fine then. You. Are. Out! Kicked out."
WHAAAAAT? Will, take a deep breath, this is not happening to us. This is only a really bad dream.
Oh! Thanks. I really need to calm down now.
Ahn!?
You know, I may look like this cool and confident guy, but I have no idea how to deal with this...girl. What do we do now? Cry? Faint? Give her something she likes? She likes cookies? Hugs? Puppies? Maybe we could give her some poison? I like this idea better.
I was not talking to you, awful creature. I was talking to MYSELF!
What?
I don't even care if you can't handle Vanessa, this is only a bad dream and YOU are the bad guy who possessed - undeservedly, may I add - of a WON-DER-FUL body's girl, that's me. By the way, I can understand you. Who wouldn't want this hot body from Will Awesome Smith for themselves?
Awesome? Really? I think you missed your name, 'hon'. Wasn't Willhermina?
Shut up! Don't interrupt me!
Why? What are you going to do? Pull my hair?
I. HATE. YOU!
Keep talking to me like that and I'll stop moisturizing your hair.
...
There, good girl. So, what we should say to her, right now?
We ask for forgiveness and you wear my real clothes back again?
I don't think so.
"Vanessa, sorry, I think you are right."
Hmmm. Good. You're smart. She likes when people are submissive to her.
"I know I'm right, I always am"
"Yeah, whatever... hmmm, and I just realized that I don't belong here anymore. I should take your advice and quit the cheerleaders."
"Sure, you got fat and this is not what we expect from a good cheerleader. So, pick up your things and go away."
WHAT!?
Oooooh, that was rude.
I AM NOT FAT!
Really, you should thank me, I did you a great favor.
I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU DID RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I'M NOT A CHEERLEADER ANYMORE. WHY I SHOULD EVEN TALK TO YOU?
Oh! Calm down young lady! This girl is a bitch and you still want to be around here?
Of course I want! SHE IS POPULAR! AND I LOVE TO BE A CHEERLEADER! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!
Come on! She is ridiculous! She called you fat and you do not have a single fat cell on your entire body! Even where you could have some to be even more beautiful.
ARE YOU CALLING ME UGLY?
That is NOT what I said!
Do you want to do me a great favor? Is that what you really want?
Whatever you need. I feel bad about all this. I'm really sorry...
Ok. So... WHY DON'T YOU DIE!!??
What!? You are so childish! Ok! I'll sit down there, in those bleachers, put my head between my hands and pretend to cry to give you a drama scene. You will enjoy sadness and I will not say anything... for entire five minutes! And after that we'll be ok, because LIFE GOES ON, GIRL!
Great, NOW you talk like a queer!
***(two minutes later)
Ok. She is pretty quiet. I think I'll check the clock. Shouldn't be too hard to stay quiet for five minutes. I forgot, I'm not with my wristwatch. And her bag is at the lockers...
I can hear you, dumbass. You promised me five minutes and we're not even close.
Sorry... You know what?
I don't wanna know.
Look, I didn't even rise my head, so your 'heartbroke act' is still intact. Why are you complaining?
Because I still listening to your voice. And since the only way I can think of to free myself from you is to slit my wrists...
And I'm the one controling your body... wish not granted.
"Will? Is that you? Are you ok?"
Who calls?
This voice! Oh no! Don't give it attention! Ignore it! Ignore it! Do you remember? The five minutes?
Shut up, drama queen! Let's see who knocked our door!
There's no door, idiot!
"Hi?"
Who is this girl? She looks nice...
No, she is not. She's a looser. Lower your head: SADNESS MODE ON!
The girl sat beside Will and ask worried:
"Is everything alright, Will? You look so sad..."
Can you see how nice I am? I am shining like the sunshine because I don't need to jump like a goat on that field anymore, or with my legs wide like a frog, but for YOU I'm acting like I'm miserable!
You are NOT nice. I don't like you and... WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?
Goat. And frog. But they are nicer than you, that's for sure! AND, they can be delicious in a dinner. This is your last chance, you gonna say her name or do you want to embarrass yourself?
What have I done to deserve you?
"I was kicked out from the cheerleaders. My life is ruined!"
Pleeeease, shed at least one tear!
No way... Ohhhh wait!? Is she hugging me? How nice of her!
I told you to ignore HER, but instead you ignore the voice of reason!
Shoud I hug her back?
Don't you dare!
Will hugged the girl tight and buried his face on her neck.
STOP PRETENDING, YOUR TWO BIT ACTOR!
"Ahh... don't be like that, honey! It's not the end of the world! You're amazing, of course you gonna find something nicer to do!"
I like her. She is a hugger, but she's lovely. She's trying to cheer you up and she even know how bitch you're!
We used to be friends, asshole! Her name is Claire. Are you satisfied? Now, LET HER GO!
What? She used to be your friend and you exchanged her for that demon called Vanessa?
I had no choice! Claire is a looser, remember?
"Will, me and Trish are going to do a sleepover, do you wanna come in? I promise that we'll have chocolate to drown the sadness!"
I try to think that you are not stupid, but LOOK HERE! You've made a huge mistake.
I made a choice! I wanted to be popular!
No! You wanted to give a long vacation for your brain. Do it used to work a lot?
What do you mean?
"Of course I'll! Thank you so much, Claire. I really missed you!"
WHAT????
"I missed you too, Will! I am so excited! It will be just like the old times! Saturday night at my place, ok?"
NO!
"Look, Claire. You know Vanessa, don't you?"
"Yeah?"
"So... she burned my agenda and I lost all the addresses. Would you mind to give me your address again? You know, it's been so long I don't go there and... oh sorry, I'm so ashamed!"
WHAT? HOW MANY TIMES I NEED TO SAY THAT I HATE YOU?! IT'S THAT A TEAR!? ARE YOU CRYING, YOU LITTLE BITCH?!
Now, manners, young lady. Gods, I'm feeling like Hazel right now.
I HATE YOU!
"Ohhh Will! Of course, I'll give you! Don't worry. Look..."
Claire wrote down a note and gave to him.
"Here! Just forget that girl. She is mean, she is ugly, and she is really REALLY bad! Good?"
"I know! I can't believe that I was her friend for so long!"
"You have a pure heart!"
Not even close, Claire!
Shut up!
***
I can't believe that we're on our way to a sleepover WITH THE LOOSERS! If I could, I would hurt you... so, so badly.
But you can't, 'hon'. Accept it.
Wait? What day is today?
Saturday.
I know, idiot!
So why did you ask?
I want to know the DATE!
Ow! Okay! October 15th, I guess.
Hmm, interesting.
So what?
Nothing important, but be aware to suffer tomorrow, 'sugar'.
Is this a threat?
Noooo, just a statement.
"Welcome, Will!!"
"Hi, Claire! What's up?"
Claire was smiling, Trish was looking a little disgusted, like the cat just brought home a dead rat.
Trish still using feather instead of earrings. Poor girl, she needs help. We should subscribe her in What Not to Wear... But she's wearing make up, that's a miracle! Only Claire thinks she's worth the trouble. Trish is more savage than Pocahontas herself!
Can you please shut up? You're giving me a headache!
Ow! Headache? Believe in me,'sugar', it's NOT my fault! MUHAHA
You're nuts. Trish looks extremely familiar...
Of course! You're inside of my brain and I had the displeasure to know her once, and even befriend her. My memories, my body, my life and it's so much MY in one single sentence that you just should get out of here. You're not welcome!
Believe me. If I could do this, I wouldn't be inside your body for even a minute.
"Will, you're still sad about what happened at school, aren't you? It looks like you're not even here! Calm down, everything's gonna be fine!"
No, sweetie, actually I'm out of the world because the girl inside of my head can't shut her bloody mouth and grumble like an elderly.
HEY!
***
"We're all alone?"
"Yeah, dad needed to take a small trip for work..."
"Ah... and your mother?"
YOU'RE A DICK!
What?
Her mother passed away last year, you bastard!
OH SHIT! How should I know?
You shouldn't, but I know! Now you painted me like a heartless bitch!
Oh?! That's breaking news! Do you have a heart?
Of course I have! I'm a GIRL! I'm not like you boys, that plays with all girls' feelings!
I am NOT like that!
You're a boy. It's in your blood.
I had no idea that she lost her mother recently, I NEVER would have asked if I knew it.
Right! Quick! Say exactly what I tell you. Don't think. Let's fix this mess!
FINE!
"You know, Claire. Your last article to the newspaper were awesome. You have a gift! I always read the paper. Skip Trish's trash and go to your page. It's always amazing."
Wait, WHAT? You try fixing one thing, screwing another? Was it really necessary to say that what Trish write is trash?
Believe me. It is. I don't care about Trish. She could have heart attack right now. I wouldn't move a finger to help.
Ohhh so much love! Are you still saying you have a heart?
If you were not at my body I would say for you take Trish to your home and leave me alone. However, if you do this while in my body, it would be my worst nightmare.
At least, now I know that you have a half heart. You care about Claire.
Yeah, I do. She is a looser, but have one of the puriest hearts I ever met. Now, pay attention, still making me looks like as a weirdo and I will drop you out of my body and send you directly to hell!
Listen carefully, because I will say it once. I did not know about that AND I'M NOT HAVING FUN CONTROLLING YOUR BODY!
SO GET OUT OFIT!
I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DO THIS! Oh! This damn headache!
Ohhh this pleasurable headache! You're so screwed this week!
WHY?
Because my period starts in 4 days. And right now, you're on PMS, and this magnificent headache is only the beginning, sugar...
Just what I needed, great!
***
Wait!
What now?
I know Trish!
I already said we used to be friends.
No, not from you. From my life!
What!? How is that possible?
She's Piper!
Wait, she has another identity? Is she a criminal?
NO! But now that she said that thing about Aphrodite, the way she did, I know who she is. Just like I'm you, she is Piper!
How can we be sure?
We ask.
WHAT? SHE'LL THINK I'M CRAZY! AND TRISH DOES NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT I HAVE A GUY'S MIND INSIDE MY BODY! SHE'LL RUIN MY LIFE WITH THIS KIND OF INFORMATION!!!
Trust me, I know what I'm doing. We just need to get her alone.
No no no no no no!
Flashback over, back to the present
(A/N: In case you're hating, read my first A/N, this will be explained. I'm a cheerleader myself, and I LOVE it)