Hey guys! In the midst of beading my hair, I decided to update!

YAY! It's Saturday! Except for my friends in Australia, it's Sunday J

This is a Leyna one-shot, asked by my sister, Ajluv.

YOU'RE WELCOME!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Review! 100th person to review gets a link on my profile to their profile!

Reyna POV

I walked up slowly to Leo, who was sitting on the beach on a rock.

"Hey, Leo." I said.

"Hi." He said.

That's weird. Usually he found some special/annoying way to say my name. I almost missed it.

"Can I sit?" I asked.

He smirked. "I'm sure you can, Reyna."

Even though it was night, and the sky was in inky blue, I blushed.

"May I sit?" I said.

"Sure." He said, then went back to looking at the stars.

I plopped down beside him.

The lazy summer wind whipped my hair around slightly. And if I concentrated hard enough, I could hear someone say "Her hair is pretty, her face is flawless, her personality is great, she's outgoing…"

I leaned closer to Leo. Then I realized her was saying that.

Who was he saying them about? Surely not me. I knew for a fact my hair was ratty, and I had a few pimples. I wasn't sure about my personality, though.

Who then?

Then it hit me. He was saying them about another girl. Probably an Aphrodite.

I felt like punching someone. Even though they torture people, and own about 123,415, 679, 176, 103 bottles of perfume and wore them all about once, they were hands down the prettiest girls around.

Before you say, "But Reyna, you don't really even like Leo! He's way out of your league."

I kinda do. Like him.

He went on and on about this Aphrodite, muttering so only I heard him, while I sat, seething.

I got so mad, I punched him. I need to work on my anger skills.

He fell of the rock, dumbstruck.

"What the Hades was that for?" He said.

"Who is the girl?" I asked.

"Girl?" He asked.

"The one you're saying all these things about!" I exclaimed.

"Oh." He said. His face turned red. Like, really red.

"It's no one." He said.

"Riiggghhhtt. It's your imaginary friend." I said. "I bet her hair is blonde, and curly, and she wears six pounds of make-up everyday. She also wears only pink, and she has a poodle." I said.

"Fine! It was you! I was matching all the things I liked about you to the stars. I was doing great until I ran out of stars." He said.

I let go off his shirt.

"Aww, that's so sweet." I said.

"Yeah. So, you aren't, like, embarrassed, or anything?" He said.

"Of course not. I like you too."

Hope this was cute and fluffy and stuff. Review!