Willaaron/Laaron drama. ;)

Willow

So, you might be wondering what's going on with me and Aaron.

To tell you the truth, I am too.

When I think about him, it's equal amounts quilt, and pure joy. I feel like a horrible person, but somehow that doesn't change anything.

I lean forward in the mirror to apply mascara. I see Nico in the mirror, leaning against the doorframe. I turn.

"Hey." I smile at him. He grins back.

"Good morning." He replies. Then frowns, and leans closer to me, "You're lips look all swollen…" he trails off, cocking his head.

I blush furiously, "They do not." I glance in the mirror.

They do.

I blush deeper when he responds, "Yes they do."

I wave him out of the bathroom while he laughs, and slam the door in his face, turning the lock. I look back in the mirror at my half done makeup, red cheeks, and swollen lips. I sigh, and finish my makeup, before throwing on a sweatshirt, and running out the door of the cabin.

I head towards the pavilion. Luna is walking in front of me, and glances back, before stopping, and walking towards me.

"Hey." She smiles sweetly at me.

"Hi." I reply cautiously. My cheeks flare up under stress. Damn. I bet she knows about me and Aaron, and is going to murder—

"I'm really sorry." She blurts out, interrupting my thoughts.

"Huh?" I say, very intelligently.

"For saying I didn't want you hanging out with Aaron." She continues, biting her lip. "I feel horrible, because you're such a nice person, and you would never try to steal him away from me."

I stay silent, a horrible pit of guilt forming in my stomach. "It's okay."

It's so absurd that she would be apologizing to me; I almost laugh, or cry. I shake my head, trying to wipe away the mix of emotions.

She continues, "No, I feel truly terrible, Willow."

"Don't" I respond, and turn around, heading for my cabin. I can't eat now.

"Wait!" she calls after me, but doesn't move. I glance pack, and watch her walk into the pavilion, before I race to Aaron's cabin.

Aaron

I'm about to leave my cabin, when the door flings open, and a windswept, snow-covered Willow stumbles in. She closes the door behind her, and leans against it.

"Hey." I say, and raise an eyebrow.

"I feel terrible." She blurts out, sweeping uneven hair out of her dark eyes.

"Why?" I ask, and walk towards her, even though I already know.

"About Luna!" she burst out, "She just came and apologized to me for telling you to stop hanging out with me! Apologized!" Will's eyes were wide, and she looked a little crazy.

"What's wrong with her apologizing?" I ask, confused.

"Because I should be the one apologizing to her!"

I take a step towards her, and lean against the door, next to her. I let out a breath, and don't respond.

The truth is, I feel like the suckiest person on Earth.

"We need to stop this." Willow says, voice a little calmer.

I look at her, but don't say anything, because she's right.

"Or," She continues, "You break up with her." She looks up into my eyes. "You're choice."

I lean back against the wall. I want to break up with Luna, but every time I open my mouth to say the words, she'll give me a sweet smile. I don't want to hurt her. But I know I need to.

Willow looks up at me again, eyes seeming worried, like she thinks I'd choose Luna over her. I let out a breath, "I'll do it. Today."

She holds back a smile, and presses her lips into mine. She stands on her tiptoes so she can wrap her arms around my neck. I wrap mine around her waist, and kiss her enthusiastically back. She chuckles against my lips, before pulling away, and sweeping out the door with a wave and a wink.

Luna

I push him away from me, and giggle. "Stop it."

I'm leaning back against the wall behind the stables; I glance around, before wrapping my arms around his neck again.

"So," he says, conversationally, while running kisses up my neck, "About this boyfriend of yours."

I giggle, and push him away again. "What about him?"

He shrugs, "Tell me about him."

"I don't know what to tell." I reply.

He leans against me, forehead barely touching mine. "Just anything."

I laugh, "It's hard to think while you're distracting me like this."

He grins, showing off his perfect white teeth. His tan is still left over from the summer. His dark brown hair falls into his mischievous eyes.

"He's sweet." I starts, earning a chuckle, "I don't know, just a nice guy."

He laughs, "And you're such a nice girlfriend." He grins at me, and kisses me again, arms winding around me waist. My arms wrap around his neck, and I kiss him back, we lean back against the wall, while his hand drifts to the bottom of my shirt.

I smack his hand away, and he holds them up in defense, grinning mischievously at me. I laugh, "Not here."

He laughs at me, "Okay. Then to your cabin?" He gives me another grin. '

"No." I giggle, "I have to go to archery. And you have to get to swordplay."

"Damn."

I lean forward and kiss him one more time on the lips. His hands are on my waist, like we're dancing, and mine have gone around his neck again. He chuckles when I pull away.

"We're so late." I laugh, and start to walk away. He grabs my hand and pulls me back again, pressing me against the wall, and leaning in for another kiss. I let him, and smile against his lips, before pushing away for good.

"Bye." I chuckle.

"See you later." He heads off in the other direction.

He's nineteen, and head counselor of the Hermes cabin. His name is Connor.