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I am listening to: Miserable At Best by Mayday Parade

Summary: "I'll tell him my secrets, I'll even sleep next to him, but I will not, will NOT, fall in love with a dimwit." She snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Chiron. "Famous last words, my dear."

Rated T

Hurt/Comfort & Romance

Characters: OCs, OCs everywhere!:O

"Baggage"

Chapter 1

"Busted"

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And the hardest part of living is just taking breath to stay…

Jake & Haven

She glared at the boy across from her. It was all his fault. If he hadn't have butted into her plans, they wouldn't be there.

He glared at the girl across from him. It was all her fault, they were out there. She just had to throw the first balloon at him.

"I hate you." She snarled her fists clenching, "This is all your fault!"

"My fault?" he cried in outrage, "You're the one who had a temper tantrum!"

She sneered at him, "You're the one who retaliated!"

He glared at her more forcefully, "You started it!"

She glared at him too, "You're older than me! You were supposed to the bigger man and just walk away!"

"If being hand-cuffed to me is such a horrible thing-,"

"It is." She interrupted, sniffing disdainfully.

"You could have picked the other option!" he finished, still glaring.

Her eye's hardened, "One, I don't do cleaning. Two, I don't do work. And three, I don't have a home to go to."

His glare softened as hers intensified, "I didn't know…"

She stared at him crossly, "You never asked." She replied, still trying to make him explode under her gaze.

"You never gave me the chance." He retorted, throwing his hands up, forgetting they were chained together.

She yanked back, "You never wanted it."

"Your impossible." He responded, shaking his head, his ginger bangs falling in front of his eyes.

"You're ignorant!" she replied heatedly

"You're immature!" he yelled

"You're an idiot!" She yelled back, her face inches from his.

"You're hopeless!" he shouted, standing up. Something crossed her features.

"You are the most heartless bastard I have ever met!" she screamed at him, shoving his chest. Hard.

He stumbled backwards, dragging her with him. Quietly, he sat down.

She lay down, scooting as far away from him as possible.

"Hey, Haven." He said after a while.

"What, Jake?" she snapped.

"What happened to your family?" he questioned quietly. She was silent for a while before responding.

"Go to sleep, Jake." She ordered.

"But-,"

"Go. To. Sleep." She growled. He did as he was told, though not without sighing, this was going to take a while.

…

6 Hours Earlier

"No! Not over there! Over there!" Haven yelled pointing towards the other side of the room as some of the kids moved a bucket of paint balloons.

"What are you doing?" a voice asked from behind her. She whirled around to find herself face-to-face with Jake Long.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she growled, making some rude hand gestures.

"It looks like your organizing an illegal party." He drawled. "I don't see why the younger kids look up to you. You are clearly a failure."

Her eye started twitching but she kept calm; that was until he continued talking…

"Is there a certain reason you are a year round camper? Wait, let me guess, is it that you're a spoiled brat who is holding a grudge until you get your way?" Before he could blink, she had tackled him to the floor.

"Haven!" Liv Milligan yelled, pulling the small girl away from the 15 year old. Haven yanked her arm away, still seething.

Jake stood up, holding his nose from where she punched him, "I'll be off. Try not to be such a freak, kay Haven?"

He was walking away when something hit his back, splattering all over to him. He wiped the back of his leather jacket. When he brought his hand to his face, he saw bright pink paint. "You didn't." he whispered dangerously. He whipped around to see a smirking Haven.

He grabbed a balloon from the bucket next to him and threw it. Her eyes widened almost comically and she hardly had time to duck. The balloon hit a boy named Blake Stehle. The balloon exploded on his chest, covering him with bright green paint.

Haven looked back and forth between the two before grinning, "This is war, Long, war."

Suffice to say; when Chiron found them 30 minutes later covered in paint and toilet paper, he was not happy.

"Everyone, my office. NOW." He said in an almost un-Chiron-like tone.

Grumbling, all of them walked to the Big House. When they got there they all crowded into Chiron's office. Haven looked around, surprised. She didn't think that they would be able to fight 34 people in, but it seems she was proven wrong.

"I hope you all know what you did was wrong and disrespectful towards each other." Chiron began. Haven rolled her eyes; she heard this speech a thousand times already.

"What you call wrong, pony, we call fun." Haven answered, swinging her feet onto his desk.

Someone smacked her in the arm as if too tell her to shut up.

"What caused this fight to break out?" Chiron asked, peering straight at Haven.

Haven sniffed, her eyes welling up with fake tears, "I was just minding my own business, when Jake walks in and starts making fun of me. Then on his way out he calls me a freak and throws a balloon at me. Blake being the heroic boy he is jumps in front of it to save me. Escalated from there and well…you see how things turned out." She wiped away crocodile tears from her face.

Half of the campers were nodding their heads while the other half looked outraged. Jake jumped up from his seat, "That is so not true! Yeah, we exchanged some words, but she tackled me. Then gave me a bloody nose then threw the first balloon!"

"Objection!" Haven yelled, standing up, "Irrelevant!"

"What are you talking about?" Jake scowled at the eccentric daughter of Hermes.

"It does not matter who threw the first balloon," Chiron said, stamping a hoof. "You all were in the fight, whether you were hit or not." He looked nervously over at the totally paint free daughter of Hecate, Jinx

"You can pick your punishment," he continued, lifting a hat onto his desk, "Either you will pay for the pizza, work to restock the camp's toilet paper supply, clean up the paint, and go to your mortal parent for the school year or," he paused for a minute, looking at every face in the room, "you submit your name to play Baggage."

This time Haven was actually upset, "You can't do that!" She screamed, stamping her small foot on the ground, her fists clenched, and her cheeks flushed.

"What's Baggage?" Nicolas Svenson spoke up.

"You pull a name from that hat," Haven said jabbing an accusing finger towards the hat on Chiron's desk, "And whoever's name you get, you're chained to them for however long it takes you to get over your 'baggage'. They send you out into the forest, one backpack for each kid, it will give you food, water, the other necessities, but it will also give you painful reminders, such as a picture frame of someone you lost, or something you buried in your back yard, even something that you threw into the ocean. It is totally barbaric." She said, glaring at Chiron and Mr. D, who seemed to be debating what, would happen.

"What if we don't have a mortal family?" someone piped up from the back.

"Then Baggage is your only option." Chiron said, flinching under the glares he was receiving. "Who will go first?"

Haven walked over to the hat but not before looking Chiron in the eye, "You just lost all the respect I've ever had for you." She snarled, reaching her hand in and pulling out a name. Her face paled of color. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Who is it?" Alexander Frank asked his good friend. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Jake Long." The paper fluttered towards the ground as Haven jumped towards the trash can, heaving.

Said boy fell out of his seat.

"I'll go next." Jake Ackles said stepping forwards; bravely he pulled a name out, "Jinx." He looked over at the daughter of Hecate and let out a nervous smile. She didn't seem to notice as she stared into space.

Some of the more notable pairings were Krystal Azarath and Blake Stehle, Zoe Remen and Heero Black whom glared at each other, Liv Milligan and Cameron Andrews, then there was Rain Glow and Rave Herron, both of whom look repulsed of the thought of being hand-cuffed together, and the biggest shocker was Sam Anderson, the skinniest girl at camp and Mark Jones, Mr. Dark and Mysterious himself.

…

Haven watched the pairs go into the forest with little interest. The only entertaining one had been Zoe Remen and Heero Black, both of whom had hard heads; therefore from the very start they had been contradicting each other. It took them 20 minutes to decide which path they were taking and only then because Zoe pulled her knife on him.

Finally it was Jake and Haven's turn.

"Let's go." She growled, practically dragging the boy behind her.

"Do you even know where you're going?" he asked, yanking his wrist back, also yanking hers. She let out a yelp of pain and stopped.

"I would greatly appreciate it, if you wouldn't pull so hard." She said through gritted them, her eyes looked like the depths of Tartarus to him.

"Maybe you should slow down." Jake glared at her.

"Do you even know how this despicable game works? We have to tell each other every thing, no matter how stupid! If we stop, something's going to happen, and I'd rather face my past in the morning." She growled, taking off again.

He pulled back again. A little too hard, he realized. She fell backwards and he heard a very distinct crack. Tears welled up in her dark eyes, but instead of whimpering and crying like he suspected, she stood up, turning to him with a look of the utmost hatred.

"You insufferable idiot!" she screamed, "You broke my wrist!"

"I didn't mean too." He mumbled, though he felt guilty, he really didn't, he just wanted to toy with her feelings like he usually did.

"I don't care what you meant to do!" she yelled, shoving him.

"Why don't we sit down?" he asked.

She glared at the boy across from her. It was all his fault. If he hadn't butted into her plans, they wouldn't have been there.

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Long after Jake had fallen asleep, Haven looked up at the skies.

"Hey, Jonah," she muttered, "How's the afterlife?" she laughed bitterly fully knowing that she would never get an answer, "I miss you. But, you probably already know that. Remember when we used to gaze at the stars until mom would yell at us to come inside? That was the best. It hasn't been the same without you." She sighed, turning on her side. She froze when she felt Jake stir but continued after he stopped, "I'm so tired of holding this mask up, yeah know? Sometimes I just want to scream, scream out that really, I'm not okay, yeah know? Kind of like you did on the play ground at school, when I was six and you were twelve. Sometimes I wish I were never born, yeah know? Then none of this would have happened." She wiped away some tears, "I love you, my big brother." She silently cried herself to sleep, something that had become a ritual after a while.

What she didn't know was that Jake heard every word, and hated himself because of it. He used to torment this poor little girl. It made him wonder, what else was she holding back?

You were everything to me, you were everything to me, you were EVERYTHING TO ME…

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