The Moon Song || Karen O (feat. Ezra Koenig)
“Hey Piper,” Jason whispered atop one of the trees in the Wilderness School, his eyes as bright as the cloudless sky. She looked up and used a hand to shield her eyes—and possibly her blush—from the bright sun and his piercing gaze.
“Y-yeah?” she asked timidly. They were still at that point where the conversations were one shy away from awkward but had enough substance to be called cute. She tucked a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
It wasn’t that he made her palms sweat or her nose crinkle or her heart beat like, a thousand miles per minute—oh, who was she kidding? It was definitely all Jason Grace. Jason with his nice looking blonde hair, Jason with his nice eyes and his stupid, cute smile and mysterious scar. She didn’t know what to do with herself.
“Would you like to come up here and hang out with me for a bit?” he asked politely, and Piper just about melted into a puddle beside the tree. It was so disgusting how much he made her knees weak. She wasn’t one of those damsels in distress who needed someone to be their hero or whatever—she was strong enough to stand on her own, thank you very much. It was just something about this… this boy. She couldn’t take it. Eh, well, she had nothing to lose.
“Why not?” She answered as she shrugged her shoulders. Before she could find a steady foothold, however, she was surprised to find that Jason had dropped down from his branch and plopped down beside her. He held his hands out in front of him so that she could have a proper foothold.
Piper didn’t know what to feel. On one hand, she was wondering if he thought she couldn’t climb a tree by herself, which made her pretty mad, but at the same time, the chivalry made her insides tumble. She ignored the negativity and huffed. With a mad blush, she pressed one hand against Jason’s shoulder and another against the tree trunk. Quickly, she hoisted herself up to the stable branch where Jason previously sat. He followed her just up moments after, hair mussed up in a very handsome quiff. She calmed her beating heart and placed two palms on her cheeks to help her get her act together.
“You okay?” he asked, staring into the expanse of buildings in the school. She stared at his profile and traced his sharp nose and jaw with her eyes. She was not okay.
“I’m okay,” she said, exhaling a little. She pressed her palms to her thighs and thought of something interesting to talk about. Well, what did she have to talk about? They’ve pretty much exchanged life stories already—he knew all about her secret dad, and she knew about his pilot father, his scar, and all the tragedies that came along with it. But because she liked him, their conversations were still awkward and cute. “So, uh, are you up here a lot?“
“Yeah,” he smiled. “I like the air—it makes me feel free.”
“Is that so?” she asked. That was another part of him she liked. The cheesiness. “And you like being free cause you wanna fly someday, right?“
“Yes, but.. I don’t know why? I can’t…”
That part of him was one she didn’t like. It wasn’t that Jason wasn’t smart—he was good at all the subjects and stuff, but there were times when it was like he didn’t know who he was or what he was doing. It was like he was a million miles away.
“Hey Piper,” he began.
“Can I… do something?” Piper’s heart began to beat frantically.
“If it won’t hurt anyone, I’m sure it’s fine—”
Jason kissed her cheek.
“Did that hurt?”
Piper was so surprised that she began to fall from the tree branch. Which was extremely odd because the tree branch wasn’t so far up and she was still falling and falling and the floor was now a canyon and it was coming close and—
Why wasn’t Jason flying down to save her?
Piper woke up, gasping and holding her face, only to realise that she was actually on a flipping tree. In a panic, she began to wobble on the branch until strong arms held her waist and steadied her.
“Whoa, Pipes,” Jason mumbled, blue eyes wide in alarm. His golden glasses made the setting sun glint across some of the tree’s leaves. “It’s okay—I got you. You fell asleep on me and I made sure you weren’t going to fall, okay?“
Piper kissed her boyfriend full on the mouth, ignoring the uncomfortable press of the rims on her cheeks. She hastily wrapped her arms around his neck. “You can fly, right?”
Jason blinked. “Well yeah, I mean—it’s not really flying, but—"
She kissed him again.“And your dad isn’t a pilot but the god of the sky.“
Jason was now thoroughly confused.“Yes…?”
Piper’s shoulders relaxed and she twisted in Jason’s grip, resting her back against his chest. She hated those—she hated those fake memories that came to her in vivid dreams. She despised that made up reality that once made her believe she was capable of being normal.
“Hey, hey,” Jason prodded, kissing her shoulder. “What happened? Did you have a bad dream?“
Piper didn’t find it in herself to lie. “Not really—it was… one of those fake memories. It was nice, I guess. Until I fell.”
“It was the “first time” you kissed me on the cheek. We were up on a tree in Wilderness school and you, well, fake you, asked me to come up and—”
“Wait,” he smiled. Jason kissed her cheek. “Was it something like that?“
Piper calmed down and felt the fondness in her heart spread to the dimpled muscles of her cheeks. Then she pinched herself on the thigh—just to remind her that this time, it was the real thing. “Yeah, something like that,” she sighed, basking in the smell of rain and the feel of such strong arms around her. "But this was much better.”
“Really?” he asked, nudging the classes up his nose bridge.
She nodded. “This time it’s real, Jase,” she smiled. “And this time, I can–”
Piper twisted her head and planted a kiss on Jason’s mouth–just the right amount of sweet, a good deal loving, and very, very much real.