"Pace!" someone yells banging on the door of the cabin
I groan and roll over in my bed. Feeling the sunlight on my face
"Get the fuck up already" he yells, banging on the door again
I hear a female voice tell him something that I can't quite make out, and the banging stops. I consider waking up but decide that against it.
"malc?" calls the female voice, who I can now recognize as my girlfriend , Alex. "You awake?"
"No" I call back
The door creaks as she opens it, her footsteps draw nearer. The bed springs groan as she sits.
"Go away" I mutter pulling the blanket over my head "I'm sleeping"
"I know" she replies cheerfully. Suddenly I feel my pillow slide out from under my head, as I try to hold it in place, she pulls my blanket off, and suddenly I'm lying in an empty bed. Shit
"Nice boxers" comments Adrian, still holding my pillow, "red is a good color on you" Alex laughs, and I feel my face heat up.
"Fuck you" I tell him, and in response he throws the pillow back at my face. I lift a hand to stop it, a second to late, and the pillow hits my face at full force.
Sitting up, I reach for my glasses on the bedside, groping around on the table until I find them.
The bed groans again as Alex gets up, I watch as she goes over to my stack of clothing and pulls out a tee shirt, and pants. Which she throws over to me, I catch them, and put them on as she continues going through my things.
I hear Adrian leave muttering something about meeting us at breakfast.
She stops at one of the photos. The one of us, from last summer, right before the battle of Manhattan, in the picture we're sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, outside the empire state building, her head leaning on my shoulder.
"Who took this?" she asks holding it up
"Michael" I tell her my voice cracking,
I could almost feel the weight of her head on my shoulder, the click of the disposable camera behind us,
"I chased him down afterwards, he gave me the camera, told me to keep it safe in case…" I trail off
"Oh" she said softly, as she set the picture down, and kept going through rest of the pictures. Most of them where of us.
"Breakfast then?" I ask as she put the pictures down,
"Lead the way"
"Of course m'lady" I say tilting an imaginary hat
The door creaks once again as I open it, the cool morning air rushing forwards to meet us, I hold the door open for her, and together we go to breakfast.
One of the things I hate about camp half blood is the seating arraignment at the meals. I mean, why can't we sit where we want, it not like I have anything against my siblings, but can't I want to talk with some people who aren't related.
I complained about it to Adrian before, but he just laughed saying I just wanted to sit with Alex, maybe I did, but that wasn't the point.
By the time Alex and I get to the dinning pavilion, most of the campers where already seated and eating,
"See you later?" she asks me, right before we part ways
"Sure" I tell her, giving her a quick kiss.
"ewwww" one of the younger kids at a near bye table makers a face.
I hear Alex laugh as she makes her way to her table. I give the kid a quick wave, before going over to the Athena table, I stack some waffles and strawberries onto my plate from a passing nymph, and go over to the brazier in the center of the room and drop in half a waffle and a strawberry. Here you go mom.
I slide into the seat in front of Annabeth
"Morning" I tell her
"Hey" she replies, distractedly. I follow her gaze to Percy sitting at his table, alone. Another example of the flawed seating arrangements. I turn back to my table.
"Black coffee" I tell the goblet in front of me, and watch as the dark liquid slowly fills up the cup,
Since Annabeth seems a bit distracted I turn to the next nearest person, Ryan. One of the newer arrivals, a tall lanky kid, with the same grey eyes and blond hair as the rest of us. Who at the moment seemed to be trying to eat and solve a four on four Rubik's cube at the same time.
"Spin the top to the twice to the right" I advise him.
"Thanks" he flips the cube to the side, and using the elbow of his eating had to press the cube to the edge of the table, and with his free and he spun the part that had previously been the top, twice.
Right before nine, the results of cabin inspection were up, Aphrodite at the top with nine out of ten, Hermes on the bottom with a negative three. Nothing unusual.
"Yay, extra chores" I hear someone behind me mutter
I turn around and find Ellis Wakefield, from the Ares cabin, standing behind me. Glaring at the results.
"Well you know" I start "if you actuall-"
"Yeah, yeah yeah, I know, if we cleaned the shithole, we'd get a better score and not be pathetic failures"
Not exactly the words I'd choose. But that was basically it. From my experience, most of the Ares kids didn't think cleaning was a worthwhile activity. For them, making an effort meant shoving everything under the beds, and hoping that another cabin did worse.
It worked sometimes.
I start making my way back to the cabin, to grab my stuff for the morning lesson. By now previously cool morning, has turned to more of a hot, humid, late summer day, the sun was beating down, and the patches of shade where slowly getting smaller and smaller.
Entering the cabin, I got over to my things and grab what I need for ancient Greek. A notebook, some pencils, and the book.
i start towards the Hermes cabin, to find Alex, and together we make our way to the lesson.
i was scrolling though the pjo fics, and i reached the conclusion that there is a lack stories featuring Malcolm, especially in the M category. so here is my take on it.
feel free to let me know if you notice any spelling/grammar errors.