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How did I get here?

I turned around

And there you were...

~One in a million~

~Miley Cyrus~

"Luke! Luke!" Kaia waved a hand in front of his face, laughing out loud at his vague expression and grabbing hold of the hand that she let go when she jumped up. His eyes blinked once, twice, and he laughed quietly to himself. Shaking his head slowly, he looked at the ground that he was now squatting on, one hand being tugged by Kaia, the other over his mouth, and then he was laughing, laughing as he had never laughed before, and then he was standing and laughing and bear hugging Kaia, this girl, this wonderful, beautiful, funny intelligent, witty, perfect girl. His heart beat wildly against his chest, thrashing wildly to jump into his hands so that he could give it to Kaia.

"Luke! Can't. Breath." Kaia whispered, feigning to be out of breath. And Luke let her go, still grinning, realising-all the time-that this changed everything. That she might not feel the same, that she might reject him but that-finally-he had true proof that his heart still beat inside him. And he had a chance. He had Kaia. And no way was he letting that slip away.

"Huh." Was his response, exhaling the air that he still had left, and breaking into a huge grin all over again. Kaia laughed, glad to see he wasn't having some fit, and looked at him as if he were mad.

"What is up with you, Luke?" She questioned, still holding his hand. She was rarely shy, but he didn't know if that was a sign...or not. Kiss her? Or not? He bit his lip, suddenly unsure if his love-for that was what it was-for her was a good thing.

For one thing, she dressed like she had a lot of money, and she must have, if her credit cards weren't running out after all the house stuff she bought, and what was he? An orphaned guy who knew little to nothing about rich communities anywhere. And besides, how many guys did she have pining after her?

He'd overheard at least twelve planning to ask her to the party tonight, which is why he had stuck extra close to her for the last few days, and the rest all thought she was the hottest thing around. But he knew her, knew she was more than that. He was the definition of gorgeous, her long, half curled hair piled over one shoulder, her white vest smudged in green grass stains and mud, her short shorts muddy, as well as her bare legs and feet. Her eyes shining not like they did when someone said something about Luke, and she shot a malicious comment at them, but like the ocean when the rain has been and went, and the water is slowly rippling, except that they were the deepest brown that he had ever seen. Not deep as in dark-they were practically gold now, frozen fire that swelled within itself a sure sign that her mood was so light. But never had he seen someone so stunningly perfect.

"The party, Luke," she laughed as she saw his again vague expression, and tugged him along behind her as she made her way back to the cabins.

"It-it's the other way, Kai." Luke managed, wandering why she was going back.

"Maybe, but it's still light, idiot! The party won't start for four hours, at least, and besides-look at me!"

He didn't have to try very hard.

"I'm a mess."

That was debatable.

"I can't go to a party looking like this,"
Even though you'd be more gorgeous than everyone there.

"and my breakdown's got your shirt soaked."

He could hear some of the reluctance in her voice, about mentioning how she was 'weak', because he knew that she'd see it that way. He glanced down at his button up black top with the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and saw that there was a wet part on his shoulder that he had missed, where her head was leaning into the crook of his neck. Just remembering her curled into his chest almost made him keen like a wounded animal, but he cleared his throat and resumed walking with her. She let go of his hand.

"Race ya." She winked, and they were off, whipping through the trees until they reached the cabins, which were surprisingly farther than Luke thought.

"Hey, I'll catch you later, yeah? I've gotta change and I said I'd meet Clarisse before the party, even though I wasn't planning on going." She frowned for a moment, and Luke silently wished that she decided not to go, so they could just sit up and talk like they always did, and so none of the boys would start drooling over her, but what came out was;

"Whatever you want, Kai. I'm not bothered." He flashed a grin at her, and he thought he caught a glimpse of her eyes lingering on his face, but she quickly combed a hand through her hair and grinned back at him.

"Later, then," she flipped, and he nodded once.

"Later." He agreed.

Watched her leave.

Wished from Olympus to Hades that she could be his.

Knew, somehow, that she could not.

And it killed him.

Well, that took a while, cus I'm back at school! But I'm trying to get one done as often as I can, trying to think of some twists and turns frantically

Thanks for reading guys, review if you feel like it x