Find The Time To Lose Your Mind (CUPID)

[haley]

The Caldecott Tunnel. The great and maybe not so spectacular point where the world of the Romans and the world of the mortals. The checkpoint for all people coming and going to and from Camp Jupiter and New Rome. The last defense from attack from the outside. That was, if attack was in the form of a Prius. Which there were a ridiculous amount of those little cars – though not nearly as runty as the blue Smart that went by twenty minutes ago – zipping by on the highway on either side of the doorway where Haley stood. Seriously, was that like the state car or something?

Haley leaned against the frame of the archway and rested her hand on the hilt of her gladius. There were technically supposed to be two people out here. Her and that annoying short son of Ceres with the acne problem. But since they didn’t see fit, or forgot, to reschedule people when he came down with a fever the other day, the predictable happened. They were technically invisible to the mortals here, but she wondered if a messy puddle of vomit leaking into the fast lane on west-bound had the same qualities. For a while, it certainly hadn’t smelled invisible. Luckily that scent was fading. Or, worse yet, she was getting used to it. The kid had hobbled back through the tunnel trying to keep what was left of his lunch in one place – preferably his stomach and not the tunnel floor. He said he’d try and get someone else out here, but it had been pushing 40 minutes. And after all, she’d assured him she had it handled. It was better this way anyway. The people of that camp were annoying and frustrating. Standing guard on the divide of a busy afternoon highway was oddly peaceful. At least in a no campers around anyway.

And she was just fine with having herself for company. And cars. Lots of cars. Every once in a while, traffic would block up and she’d get to people-watch a little. Like that guy over there in the white Camry. First of all, the car looked about as blend in as it was possible to be. And the Starbucks coffee cup was not helping his ‘hey look at me I can stand out in a crowd’ look. That and he looked like a wannabe Clark Kent. Except more boring. Then there was the person in the bright blue Jeep with no doors – not something she would have tried if it were her – who was wearing possibly the loudest outfit known to man and cranking his music to the point it was a wonder the speakers didn’t burst. A honk to her right drew her attention to some idiot who seemed to think it was fun cutting people off at what she judged was easily twenty over the speed limit. A second later, the sound of a siren came from down the road a piece and she had to smirk. As fun as testing speed and agility were, there was a time and a place. And obviously, that driver had just learned that this was neither the time nor the place. She adjusted the light armor she had on and leaned her head back against the cool stone. There was something like an hour or so left of her shift, but honestly, she had no real qualms with hanging out here like this, so that was nothing.

Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 577

[mars]

Cupid hardly ever arrived in style, unless it was so demanded of him by his mother. So naturally it wasn't even surprising that he didn't simply rent a red Ferrari and pull up to the Camp in a manner that lacked all sense of decorum and modesty. That seemed much more suited to the liking of one of his fellow immortals, such as Apollo or even perhaps his grandfather Zeus. Both were almost equally narcissistic so a stunt like that wouldn't surprise him coming from either of them. Now Mercury, on the other hand, liked to make a show simply for the amusement, so he was liable to just appear literally out of thin air, and typically right in someone's face so as to receive the appropriate shock factor. Almost equally as irritating as the 'classy' red Ferrari, Cupid thought dryly to himself. Not that he didn't sometimes enjoy the company of both Apollo and Mercury-but when he did interact with them, he generally tried to keep the interaction limited to a small period of time.

Then again, wasn't that true for Cupid and just people in general? He wasn't entirely known for his social skills. No, he could most definitely be defined as shy and a little bit, well, anti-social to say the least. It wasn't that he was necessarily awkward or horrifically terrible when he did interact with others-he was just, as was previously stated, shy. He simply wasn't as outgoing as people might expect him to be, or nearly as social. Not that he wasn't capable of being that way, it just simply wasn't his general nature. No, his general nature was possibly observing from afar and occasionally striking up a pleasant conversation when he felt socially obligated to do so.

Today seemed like it was potentially going to be one of those days when he observed more than anything. He was very much in the mood for a little bit of selective match-making which typically required only a little bit of meddling on his end, and a lot of free amusement once he decided to sit back and watch the show. As he walked the short distance from where he had appeared outside of the Camp to the entrance, however, it seemed as though his chances of avoiding socialization were dying by the second. Only one sole guard on watch, he noticed, but one that appeared familiar to him-even under the Roman-esque armor. Straightening his collared shirt and jacket out in a slight tick of self-consciousness, Cupid fixed a genuine, albeit small (and sheepish) smile on his lips as he reached the Caldecott Tunnel.

Miss Haley Campbell, if he recalled correctly (which he always did), from the Camp dance just a few mere weeks ago. A surprise, though a pleasant one. Though in retrospect, he shouldn't have been at all surprised considering that this was the Roman demigod camp, and she was exactly that: a Roman demigod. If anything, he was the one who was out of place. She wouldn't jump to the conclusion that he was stalking her, now would she? No, not in any likely scenario, considering this was only twice over perhaps two weeks. Not to mention, the technical definition of stalking was 'to harass one with unwanted or obsessive attention'. And he didn't believe this was 'harassing', and he certainly hoped that he wasn't specifically defined as 'unwanted'. ...Perhaps he was over-analyzing this, he considered, his smile widening slightly as he found that he was amused by his own nonsense.

"Afternoon, Miss Campbell. Pleasure to see you again,

[/color]" He nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement, tucking his hands in his jean pockets as he shyly smiled at the brunette girl. "Did you dress up from the last time I saw you?[/color]" He raised an eyebrow, teasing her, clearly-though in the Roman opinion, armor might have been considered even more classy than the jeans and t-shirt she had worn to the dance (not that he had minded that attire-it spoke leagues about her amusing personality). Though he supposed kudos to the pretty girl considering he had dressed down noticeably (though he supposed a collared shirt and jacket was still a little nicer than what most Romans would choose).




tag ;; haley!
word count ;; 705
notes ;; oh hai there!
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[haley]

Haley figured she’d be standing here on her own for the rest of the shift and playing punch-buggy in her head or something, or possibly plotting some sort of fun trick on Maddison Petroski. That was always humorous. And really there were a handful of people at the camp she wouldn’t mind pranking. Maybe even getting help from one of the various Mercury kids hanging around this place. They always made things more interesting, and if you enrolled their help, that was always interesting for the better. And this place more often than not needed interesting in a serious way. Usually she left that to the more prank-prone people. Though there were special cases she would take action herself. And after training the other day, Petroski was on her hit list. Not that it took much.

She pulled her helmet off – honestly, why she had to be in full armor when there was never an attack out here was beyond her – and closed her eyes for a moment, just listening to the cars and, faintly over the traffic noise, a few birds here and there. All in all, it wasn’t a bad day out. The sun was a bit warm when you had the pleasure of standing in it for ages, but not too bad. She opened her eyes and by sheer luck, seemed to have timed it perfectly to notice the person walking towards her. So it sort of looked like maybe she was at full attention still and had detected him coming using her mysterious nonexistent magical abilities, when in reality it was just happenstance. She straightened up and a small smile came to her face when she recognized him.

“Good afternoon,” which felt oddly formal to say. And odd because, as she’d considered quite a bit since the masquerade ball, she had no idea what his name was. “And you can call me Haley, really. Or whatever you like, I’m not picky. But it’s good to see you again.” She set her helmet on the ground and, without noticing it or really meaning to, more or less stared. She had to admit that it had been disappointing not seeing him any time after the dance, and she’d started thinking that whole thing might have been just her imagination. After all, it wasn’t like her to get a crush on a guy just from meeting him once, so how could it be real? But here he was, looking just as shy and handsome as last time.

She smiled at his question. “Ah, yeah, you know. They have this thing about wanting us to look like real soldiers. Personally, I think jeans and a tee would be fine, but rules are rules. You look nice.” Which probably sounded stupid because when she’d first met him, he’d been in a full tuxedo. Still. She vaguely hoped that she wasn’t blushing, or didn’t have helmet hair or something else embarrassing that would be just her luck. “So… glad to see you back. You live outside New Rome, then, I take it?” Which she wished she’d been bright enough to consider before. While San Francisco was a dangerous place for demigods, it wasn’t unheard of for a couple to live there. And there was nothing saying he didn’t live somewhere else either and was just stopping by.

Which brought up the other thing she was really, really curious about and had never really gotten around to asking about. Since all she knew about him really was that his dad was Mars – a surprising quality indeed. “And, um, last time we met… I don’t think I ever got your name? Sorry, that probably sounds completely bad since you remember mine and all.” Hello, self conscious!

Tag: Cupid!!
Word Count: 623
Notes: Sorry it’s a bit short, but at least the cute makes up for it?

[mars]

As quick as she was to cover it up, Cupid noticed that perhaps she wasn't as strict with guard duty as the Romans might expect her to be. Not that he was judging of course, considering he really didn't think it was necessary. So long as she kept one eye open while on watch, he didn't see why it mattered whether she was standing up, or sitting down, or hell, lying down. It wasn't like there was a grand possibility that someone might attack the camp, and given that the only ones who were likely to do so were immortal and with rather nasty agendas-even if she was paying attention, there still wasn't much she could do in the face of immortal rage. Except perhaps warn the camp..and even then, what were they supposed to do? Not that the Romans weren't excellent fighters, but immortal verses demigod never ended well for the demigods.

Tucking his hands in his jean pockets, Cupid couldn't help but notice that even with 'helmet hair' she was still rather stunning. Not to mention she looked like a badass in armor...was he allowed to say that? He wasn't quite sure. "Haley it is then,

[/color]" His lips twitched in a smile, enjoying the way the name rolled off his tongue with ease. If he remembered correctly, she had made the same offer at the dance, but he had decided that it was better to be safe than sorry and stick with the respectful greeting. A first name insinuated there was familiarity and comfort though so he was delighted to learn that she preferred he used it. Even more so delighted that his company was welcome. "Same to you,[/color]" He nodded in reference to her friendly 'good to see you'.

"Well that's Romans for you,[/color]" The god chuckled, scuffing his sneaker lightly on the ground. And it was so true, Romans were a little too militaristic for his own taste. Though he supposed that was the way the rest of them liked it, wasn't it? Especially those related to his father, Mars. Glancing down at his appearance, Cupid raised his eyebrows slightly but turned a little red just the same. He didn't see this as any improvement from a tuxedo, but to each their own. "T-thanks. You look lovely-though I'm certain you most always do.[/color]" He grinned slightly. It was especially amusing to him that he could sense (merely because he was the god of affection) that she was slightly off-kilter around him, yet she was still trying so hard to cover it up-and of course had no idea that he could look right past it. Rather cute actually if anyone asked his opinion.

"Outside of New Rome? ..Yes I suppose you could say that,[/color]" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, wondering how best he could go about revealing the fact that not only did he not live in New Rome, he lived in Olympus of all places. Chuckling nervously to himself, Cupid smiled sheepishly down at the girl. "No need to fret over that, I never shared my name so I wouldn't expect you to remember something like that,[/color]" How to go about saying that he was a god, how to go about it...Hm, that was a difficult concept. Especially considering he didn't see this as being expected news for her. She wouldn't be mad, would she? He certainly hoped not..technically he had never lied about anything. He'd said he was a son of Mars, which was a true fact and that was essentially all he had revealed. Though perhaps one might argue that it was a lie by omission. "The name's actually, well, Cupid.[/color]" He shrugged his shoulders in the most nonchalant manner that he could manage-all while smiling bashfully at her.



tag ;; haley!
word count ;; 630
notes ;; kinda short here too, sorry!
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[haley]

Having company was unexpected – unless old barf boy decided to come back for another round. And dear gods, she hoped he didn’t. Not the most pleasant thing to witness. However, her visitor was not barf boy. Not in the slightest. If he’d noticed her brief moment of not paying one hundred percent attention, he didn’t say anything. And she had to admit she was thankful for that. It would certainly fall under the category of completely awkward if he had. Besides, it wasn’t that bad, right? It had only been a really short period of time, after all. And she wasn’t in danger of falling asleep or something, though arguably this weather would be nice to just go lay in the sunshine. Not for tanning of course, she’d leave that to the questionably sane Venus kids. Nah, she was only in it for the warmth and fact that it was not training.

She smiled when he agreed to use her first name, though considering when they’d first met she’d said the same thing and now here he was using proper addressing, she wasn’t entirely sure how long this would last. “Thanks,” she said with the same smile when he noted it was good to see her too. His comment on the Romans was all too true as well. “You can say that again.” Though she herself was a Roman demigod, she didn’t exactly claim to be part of the group here at Camp Jupiter, or the one in New Rome. As far as she was concerned, this was a temporary necessity that would soon be ended in favor of something a little more her style. “I think stick up butt syndrome is a requirement to be a proper Roman demigod or something. Like to think I’m lacking in that department. And you certainly don’t seem to be suffering from it either.”

And she had to say him stuttering a little in his thanks when she complimented him was rather endearing. Though he caught her off guard with a compliment of his own. She prayed to whatever gods were listening that she wasn’t blushing, but she hardly trusted herself on that one. “Thanks…” It took her a second to get back on track. Outside New Rome, hence the disappearance and arrival via the tunnel entrance. Though the way he said he supposed she could say that only made it all the more confusing. Wasn’t something like that sort of a yes or no question. Maybe he had family here that he visited for a while every now and again and mainly lived in outside the camp so it was like a partial thing. That was about the best she could come up with that.

Him confirming that he hadn’t told her his name the last time they met was a bit relieving. If he actually had and she’d had the bad luck of forgetting it, she would feel like New Rome’s biggest idiot. “Oh, okay. Glad I didn’t just forget it or something. Wouldn’t doubt that possible to happen, but still.”

When he said who he was, though, she mentally froze. And the first thing that came to mind was ‘Dang, Hallmark, could you have possibly gotten that one more wrong? Fat little cherub, my butt.’ Then, of course, there was the fact that she was talking to a god, had even hit on a god a little last time they met, and was crushing on a god, to attend to. Details. After a minute, she cleared her throat “Oh, I... uh…” His smile sort of helped though. It wasn’t like she would expect from other gods, all heck yes, you’re in the presence of a god so bow down fool! but more like he felt just as odd saying as she did hearing it. “Sorry, just… can’t say I was expecting that. But it’s a pleasure, Lord Cupid.” Rule number one about talking to a god: assume that they preferred formalities. Because there were some who would smite you if you dared not be formal. And while Cupid – that was so weird to think of him like that – didn’t seem the type for instantaneous smiting, it was better to stay safe. “So, um, what brings you to Camp Jupiter then?”

Tag: Cupid!
Word Count: 770

[mars]

Chuckling quietly to himself, Cupid rewarded Haley’s little jab at her fellow Romans with an amused smile. Uptight was by far one of the most accurate adjectives he had heard used to describe the Romans. It meant they had focus and determination of course, but it also made them, to be honest, rather boring. They had no taste for fun, which was often the one thing which deterred him from visiting Camp Jupiter. Well that and the fact that the majority of the demigods were just plain rude and impolite to say the least. Not that it particularly hurt Cupid’s feelings, like his mother often teased him about. No, he just didn’t feel the need to tolerate poor manners and disrespect when he didn’t specifically have to. Of course he could typically just throw his name and reputation into the conversation and that would shut them up real quick, but he didn’t often pull the god card. Especially not his god card-the name Cupid wasn’t exactly an exciting one to hear among these people. Though, with a little red flushing his cheeks at the thought, he had to wonder if the same was true for Miss Haley Campbell. "You most certainly are lacking that Roman aspect-which I appreciate about you.

[/color]" He admitted with a nearing slightly flattering tone, and the smallest wink. As close to flirtatious as he might ever get (well that was a lie, he'd been a little more forward in the 1920s-but hell, that was the twenties, it was kind of a given that everyone cut loose a little-or a lot). "As for me, I certainly hope I'm better than the company I keep,[/color]" His lips twitched in another curious smile-because of course he was referring to the gods rather than her fellow demigods, so there was a little 'i know something you don't' air to his smile.

"No need for thanks, I just point out the obvious.[/color]" Which was true-he didn't see the point in her gratuity if he was merely pointing out how lovely she was, something which was simply fact and not just flattery. Though he supposed that was another pleasant trait of hers-modesty. Something which he assumed shouldn't be typical of her in most aspects of her life-that being attributed to the fact that she was Victoria's daughter, and was inherently expected to be a little overly confident and even cocky if he was being honest. He had to assume though that she was still that way on the battlefield at the very least.

"I wouldn't blame you even if you did forget-not like I speak up too much,[/color]" The god pointed out with a slight shrug. Though hypothetically had he told her his real name at their last encounter, she would have remembered it, no matter how quiet he uttered it. Any other name though and he would have assumed it would be too easy to forget, mainly because his personality paired with a name that carried no extra weight could easily be lost in the shuffle.

He was already somewhat regretting his decision to reveal his name to her. The poor girl was already have a momentary mental delay, he noticed, at the realization that the shy man she was dealing with was indeed a god. "You know, if it's not really a pleasure, you don't have to lie. Promise I won't be offended[/color]" Cupid managed a warm grin-because despite the small awkwardness that he felt at being addressed so formally, he could only assume that she felt more uncomfortable. "Really though, you can just call me Cupid...And um, honestly? Would you believe trouble-making?[/color]" He winked slightly at her, assuming that between his name and 'trouble-making' she could very well guess that he was up to a little meddling in Roman love affairs.



tag ;; haley!
word count ;; 639
notes ;; ugh short again-the muse-hating monster hit this afternoon >.>
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[haley]

Talking to him seemed a lot more pleasant and easy than talking to, well, about ninety-five percent of the whole camp. Which, albeit, wasn’t saying much, but still. When he confirmed her hope that she wasn’t as irksome as most of the other people around, she smiled, though when he added a compliment to it, she sincerely hoped the troublesome butterfly in her stomach wasn’t visible. And the wink too. Gods, did he have to be so, well, charming? She had to wonder for a moment as to what he might have meant by the company he kept. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re great company.” Well, at least she was doing an excellent job of making a fool of herself. Though what sort of company he tended to keep, she had no idea. But unless it was… well, she couldn’t think of anyone better, sappy as that probably sounded.

Just pointing out the obvious? She hoped it wasn’t as evident as she was so sure it was that she was a good twenty miles outside her comfort zone. Most people preferred to make much more unpleasant comments about the equally unpleasant personality traits of hers. She really hoped that this guy didn’t catch wind of her reputation around this place. Talk about ruining any sort of shot she may hypothetically possibly have with this guy. Which she was sort of hoping was slightly less hypothetical and slightly more possible.

She shrugged when he said he wouldn’t blame her for forgetting. “Well, not like I would forget you, definitely not. You really stand out.” Then it struck her that that could very possibly be taken the wrong way, so she hurried to add, “And I mean that in a good way, really. Like, just that you’re really nice and… you know, I think I’ll stop talking and save the embarrassment.” She laughed a little and gave him a slightly smile. Dang, at this rate she could teach a class on making an idiot of oneself.

And then there was the whole real identity thing. Yeah, how was that for an eye-opener. It wasn’t that she had anything against the gods or anything, just that finding one of them here had not been something she was expecting in the slightest. Or that she would end up talking to him. His comment managed to pull her out of her uncomfortable bubble though. “What? No! No, I really mean it. It is a pleasure. Even if you were just another legionnaire, wouldn’t change the fact that you’re probably the nicest person I’ve yet talked to around this place. So really, I’m not lying at all.” She nodded slightly when he told her she could just call him Cupid. Well, this promised to be interesting and quite possibly a little awkward until she’d eventually get used to it. She was alright with that though. She grinned at his answer. “Trouble-making sounds like a fun way to spend the day.” Though after a second, she let herself continue a bit more awkwardly. “Though, you’re welcome to hang out here for a little bit too if you like. Of maybe if you’re not doing anything after dinner? Or for dinner. Or… I mean, if you want. You certainly don’t have to.” She could feel her face hotter than normal and knew her not blushing luck was not holding out for her on this one. Here was to hoping that he didn’t think she was a total idiot for it.

Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 585
Notes: and you thought yours was short?

[mars]

His mother had always told him that he was shockingly out of his element when it came to his own love life, and he believed that her case was only being made in this instance-where he was turning red under the collar thanks to just a few simple words from the demigod. Of course he had no problem assisting others in their romantic pursuits or even lending a couple words to a man interested in a pretty girl, so one would assume that he would only be as skilled in that area himself, right? Unfortunately that was not the case. A little unfair if he did say so himself, but whenever they had a debate about it, his mother always insisted that it was purely his own fault. She would mutter and lecture him on his shy disposition and his silly, unnecessary lack of confidence. Unnecessary because he was a god, he believed was her reasoning. He had to wonder what she might say if she were to hear he was flushing over a mere demigod (hardly mere in his opinion of course, Miss Campbell was, after all, rather lovely). She hardly thought anyone was good enough for her children, especially not for her designated favorite. And that wasn't even being conceited, that was simple fact. Their similarities in terms of interests were too similar for her not too favor him over the others. "Well thank you, Miss Haley. That's rather flattering coming from you.

[/color]" He grinned shyly, running his fingers through his messy hair nervously.

Tilting his head curiously to the side, Cupid raised one eyebrow questioningly. He hadn't even considered the idea of being offended by her words. Rather, he was surprised that he was being labeled as unforgettable. He often favored himself a wallflower so being told otherwise was certainly new to him. "Paying me a compliment is embarrassing now?[/color]" His lips quirked upward in a teasing smile. "Well then, allow me to embarrass myself by saying that you, Miss Haley Campbell, are uniquely unforgettable yourself. For a number of positive reasons,[/color]" He assured her, laughing quietly to himself at her decidedly adorable bashfulness (something which seemed unusual for her perhaps).

"Ah well, just wanted to double-check. I've had a number of people assume that I might smite them if they suggest that they disagree with my personality.[/color]" Possibly one of the most absurd ideas that he had ever heard of. Then again, he supposed that they were only attempting to play it safe. After all, a number of seemingly polite gods appeared to have a rather nasty hidden temper. It was said that the nicest ones were the ones you needed to keep an eye on. Though he hardly felt that included himself. "I wouldn't mind sticking around for a little while, if that's an invitation of course. I wouldn't want to impose. Though on that note, actually..[/color]" He trailed off, pursing his lips together thoughtfully as he paused for a mere moment. "I wouldn't suppose I'd fit in at the mess hall...so perhaps you would like to join me for dinner?[/color]" He suggested with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, smiling warmly as he noted the crimson tinge to her cheeks. "Your choice of restaurant of course.[/color]"



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word count ;; 543
notes ;; short..but eh pft. it's good enough for this late at night..or early in the morning..whichever
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[haley]

Haley kicked slightly at her helmet on the ground, not enough to make it move very far, but it worked for catering to her fidgetiness. She was usually fidgety, it was true. She usually had a way with being obnoxious and stand-offish and insulting and basically ninety percent of the list of unflattering things. Maybe it was situational self-consciousness? She didn’t want Cupid to know that she wasn’t always the nicest person. He might have some sort of view of what she was like that made him agree to talk with her at all and she really didn’t want to ruin whatever picture he had in his head.

Though, as if there was a moment of clarity through her own self-consciousness, she noticed he was nervous too. The way he ran his fingers through his hair and at least momentarily his cool blue eyes gave him away. She had to smile. Okay, so the idea that he was nervous too made her feel a little better about being nervous herself. Though that feeling quickly went away when she failed her attempt to compliment him. Gods dangit, Haley! Though he didn’t seem to be too terribly offended, she felt the need to defend her case. “Sorry, it’s not that, really. Just didn’t mean to be rambling.” And as if that wasn’t enough reason to be nervous and fidgety, he paid her a compliment as well just to top it off. She was fairly certain she was roughly the color of a strawberry. “Thank you…” Wow, if that didn’t sound bland and boring.

Thankfully, the topic changed. “No offense or anything, but I couldn’t picture you smiting anyone. Not because you can’t, just that you don’t strike me as the type to do so.” And since it seemed that while she was here there was no use not being awkward and fumbling, she actually somewhere found the courage to stumble out some form of invitation not only to hang out, but also to dinner. Dang, she was on a real embarrassing-herself roll today! Luckily, he didn’t call her out on it. “Yeah, ‘course it’s an invitation. I like hanging out with you.” She likely would have rambled on, but that look on his face like he was seriously considering something gave her pause.

For a minute, she was sure she was going to be shot down on the dinner idea and he was just trying to think of a nice way to say ‘no way’. Silently, she asked – or rather, begged more like – her mom for a little help with this. Whether her mom answered or not, or he just decided on his own without any divine prodding, she wasn’t sure, but his answer brought an unusually, for her at least, bright smile to her face. “Yeah, sure! I’d love to! You have a point there too. I can’t imagine you and a mess hall full of people to be too friendly.” After all, she could definitely remember how out of place he’d looked at the dance, and usually the mess hall was worse because the tables sort of forced you to socialize. Hence why Haley usually sat with Rowan, basically the only person she felt comfortable socializing with. Wow, one person in this whole camp. It stuck her how pathetic that sounded. “Um, hmm, you like subs? Or Italian? Cliché, I know, but the place is really good.”

She picked up her helmet just for something to do with her hands – curse this ADHD – and gave it a twirl between her hands before settling herself with picking at one of the edges. “So, what sort of things do you like to do for fun? Well, besides hang out on the outskirts of dances and causing trouble? Which sounds really weird for you, because you seem too nice to cause all that much trouble. Maybe just all in your definition of trouble?”


Tag: Cupid
Word Count: 651