Hey guys! So this chapter won't be long, but next chapter I'll try hit 2,000 words. For this story I usually go between 800-1,500 words, so I'll stretch it out more as more stuff happens (including absolutely fluffy chapters that you know you love.) Also: I am having an exhausting week and next week and most likely the one after that, so I'm sorry if I don't post or something or if the things I do post are unedited and crappy. I'm tired. Sorry for the long AN.--Queeny

Chloe's POV(Yes, Knight Shadow, this is what your expecting)

Breakfast was a blast. I even beat Maria when we held a chugging contest! After breakfast, I went to cheer Sam on during his race. He won, and even broke Percy's old record. I bought a sketchbook and a couple colored pencils at the shop, and drew while everyone swam.

"What are you drawing?" Asked Casey as she sat next to me on the bench.

"No one," I said, flipping to the next page and drawing a Hulk fist, like I did when I was bored or needed ideas.

"So it's a person?" Casey continued, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Maybe," I said mysteriously, still drawing the fist.

"Oooo," Casey teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Really, Casey, it's nobody imparticular. Just a couple people I've met so far," I said, trying to get her to stop trying to flip the page.

"Oh really? Then who is this?" Casey had managed to flip the page. The exact page I did NOT want her to see.

"N-no one," I said nervously.

"This is... Randy Porter?" She asked, one eyebrow raised.

"No," I said, trying to close the sketch book altogether.

"IT SO IS!" She yelled victoriously. "Somebody has got a crush, what's this? CR? Ooooooh," Casey said, teasing me once again.

"Shh! Somebody will hear!" I shushed her.

"Fine, Fine, I won't expose your little crush, at least, not yet," She said, grinning mischievously.

"Thank the gods," I said.

"Don't look now," said Casey. Tgen she got up and walked away, leaving my sketchbook on the bench.

"Wha- oh, hey Randy!" I said, seeing the blonde.

"Hey Chloe!" He greeted, sitting next to me on the bench. There was only one problem: I had left my sketchbook on the bench, OPEN.

"What's this?" He said, looking at the page.

"Uh, n-nothing," I stuttered out of embarrassment.

"Oh," He said, realizing what it was and blushing.

"Sorry, Randy," I apologized. It was creepy that I had even drawn anything like that in my sketchbook. Randy looked me in the eye.

"Chloe Patts, you are a beautiful girl. I absolutely love your hair, and your eyes. Would you like to go on a picnic?" Randy asked. He actually asked me on a date. If there was one thing on my "Never-Happening" list, it was that.

"S-sure, Randy," I said, stuttering even more, but blushing to no end.

"Alright. Meet me by the Athena cabin in an hour and a half," Randy said, passing my sketchbook back to me.

"Of course," I responded.

"Alright, see you soon," Then Randy leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and left. To say simply, I was stunned. I sat there for a couple minutes, just trying to think of what I had had for breakfast.

000

"What do I wear?" Isla, Casey, and I were all in the Nike cabin. I had a half an hour until I had to meet Randy at the Athena cabin.

"Here," Isla threw something at me. It was cut off overalls. Then she chucked a shirt at me, and a pair of shoes that barely missed Casey.

The shirt was red and white striped, and the shoes were a pair of bright blue converse, nearly the color of my hair. I put on a white baseball cap, and that left me with barely enough time to sprint to the Athena cabin.

"Hey, sorry I'm a little late," I said in between huffs.

"No worries. You look good," He complimented.

"Thanks, I try," I said. Randy laughed. It was a great sound. The type of laugh that made everyone want to laugh too, whether they heard the joke or not.

"Anyways, where I we going?" I asked. We seemed to be headed towards the woods. Randy linked his arm around mine, and in his other hand he had a basket and a picnic blanket.

"We are going to a spot not many people know about," He said. We headed into the forest, but stayed near the Sound. When we finally got to the spot, it had a perfect view of the camp, the Sound, everything.

"Wow," I said, looking out.

"I know," Randy responded, starting to set up the blanket and put the food out. He had brought turkey sandwiches, grapes, cookies, and soda.

"Looks like a pretty good lunch," I said.

"Does anybody know we are skipping lunch?" I asked, hoping there wouldn't be a search party ruining our date.

"Yeah, Annabeth handled it," He said.

"Sounds good," I said in between bites. I had already started eating.

"Hey!" Randy said, picking up hi own sandwich. We had an eating competition.

"No fair! You started before me!" He pouted.

"Aww, little Randy a bit upset?" I teased, taking the last cookie. I let it sit it my mouth, crossing my eyes and part of the cookie sticking out. Randy laughed and broke a peice of the cookie off. Suddenly, our faces were quite close. I set the cookie down on the blanket. I leaned in a little more, and kissed him. My arms were around his neck and my fingers in his hair before I knew it. His hair was soft, and his lips tasted like the cookies we ate. He was pulling me closer to him, and then I fell and knocked over his soda. We stared at eachother for a second, and then we laughed.

Even after such little time knowing him, I already felt like I knew him well. We laughed at the same things, joked around, were both clumsy, we were all in a quite similar.

"So, little missy, why don't we pretend you didn't fall and knock over my soda and get back to kissing?" Said Randy, picking his lips in anticipation.

"If you say so," I said. Soon we were making out again.

"Okay, we need to actually get back to camp activities, we've been up here for a while," I said, breaking us apart.

"Fine," Randy complained.

"Oh don't worry. Lucky you have a second date," I said.

"True," He responded, taking up the basket and blanket in one hand and my hand in the other. We walked back down to the main part of camp.

There were a couple wolf-whistles, but I managed to not run off out of pure fear of what the campers would think. I didn't know them all that well. A little girl around the age of six came up to us. She looked like she might be in the Demeter cabin.

"Are you guys dating?" She asked. She was so short and cute.

"Yes, ma'am," I responded, giving her a hug before she ran off. I always had a sweet spot for little kids.

"Your the boss," Randy saluted. I laughed. We said our goodbyes, and I headed back to my cabin to explain all of it to my siblings.

So I guess this was pretty much fluff. I didn't mean to! It kinda just happened on it's own. More action in the next chapter, I promise.