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Disclaimer-Rick these people can be so mean, threatening poor old me……*Rick glares* Oh right, I don't own!

Kiley's POV

Breakfast was awkward. After waking up I got dressed in a pair of short shorts and threw a sweat shirt on over my shirt. Then I ran down stairs and noticed Brennion sitting at the table all by his lonesome. Immediately my face flushed.

All he was wearing was a pair of black ripped jeans and a studded belt. I remembered the taste of his lips; his body pressed up against mine-he looked up. I expected him to smile but all he did was look. Nothing more nothing less. I had hurt him last night.

"Good morning sweetie." My mother said cheerfully walking in the room and kissing my cheek. DJ walked I behind her, his face glued to his PSP. I rolled my eyes; he was so much cuter when he was little.

His hair was a mess of blond lighter than the suns rays and his eyes, normally where I could see them, where the purest sea green. It made you feel like you were looking at the ocean. DJ was still in his pajamas.

"Morning loser." My sisterly greeting. Without looking up form his game he replied,

"Morning hormonal teenager. Still annoying and dramatic?" I sat in the chair at our round table, ignoring Brennion's steady gaze across from me.

"Of course, of course. You still smell from not showering? And still leaving little traps for me to fall in when I'm not looking?" He laughed to where I swear he was an evil scientist.

"Of course. Which reminds me, watch yourself Jackson."

"You know that would more affect if you didn't have the same last name retard." I reached across the table and smacked him. He looked up, glaring.

"Watch it teenager! I'll cut your hair while your sleeping!"

"That's enough you two, be nice." My mother said, waking over to us three with plates of food. Hmmmm, eggs, toast and bacon. Yum.

"We were just showing our brother and sisterly love mom!" DJ said around his mouth full of food, stuffing more in while he spoke.

My mother turned on him, pointing her cooking utensil at him.

"Derik Jonathan, chew with your mouth closed!" Then she whipped back around and attacked the eggs in the pan.

"Someone's in trouble!" Erin said in a sing song voice as she walked in. She shooed me out of my seat until I forced to sit next to Brennion and she stole my plate of food which I was in the process of eating. Jerk. Brennion shifted in his seat uncomfortably. I did the same. Being so close to him made me think of last night. And I really didn't want to think of last night. He shifted again and this time his leg bumped mine. Electricity exploded where he made contact with my skin, I could have sworn if I pulled my leg up there would be a burn mark. I shivered and pulled my knees to my chest, curling my toes around the chair's seat and resting my chin on my knees. Stupid love.

"Morning all," My father, Percy, proclaimed loudly walking into the kitchen and putting his arms around my mothers waist from behind and kissing her neck softly, "Good Morning Annabeth." She laughed sweetly then turned in his grip so she could reach his lips.

"Gross!" DJ spat, causing the couple to break their kiss and look at their son. I rolled my eyes.

"Your gross DJ." He looked at me, confused then rolled his eyes. A family trait.

"Your mom is gross!"

"My mom is your mom stupid!"

"And I am not gross." We pulled out of our fight to notice our parents had sat down, Mom sitting on Dad's lap. I laughed as DJ made a gagging notion.

Breakfast ended quickly and I helped Mom clean up, rinsing the ditches and all that good stuff, though she and Dad had to leave (thankfully taking DJ with them) to go pick up Thalia and Nico from the airport. So that left me alone in the kitchen, because Erin had left to help Nate with his computer and Brennion had left the room as soon as his plate was clean. Without even glancing my way let alone saying something. That hurt. I fell in my chair and dropped my head on the table. The maple wood was cold on my warm face, which was refreshing. My mind was spinning out of control and I was sure any second I was going to fall out of my chair because of it. And what is it I'm thinking about so hard? Brennion.

I groaned. What had I done last night? I know I love him, I know that. I love him more than I love myself! Thinking of not having him-immediately my heart felt as though it had been injected with lead.

"Auuuuuuuugh!" I banged my head on the table top repeatedly. I don't even know why I pushed him away! Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had loved him since FOREVER and he, apparently, had loved me to but found the need to flaunt his various girls in front of me without so much as even hinting he liked me. I wonder…….I wonder if when he said he loved me last night he was just messing with me. Messing with my heart further. And that kiss was all just to make me feel terrible. Suddenly my arm protested against my nails, which I hadn't realized were digging into my arm. Warm blood trickled down my arm. Watching it move slowly across my tan flesh I came up with a conclusion to talk to him. Even if he didn't want to talk to me, I still had things to say.

When I walked into his room he barely looked up from his mate black guitar, of which he was playing. He softly sang along with the cords he struck.

"Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. They go to a lake of fire and fry, see 'em again 'till the fourth of July!" He liked Nirvana. And he was a good singer too. He was still in his ripped jeans but now he wore a dark blue shirt and a pair of pure black converses. If you didn't know him like I did you would think he was an emo stuck half way between punk. I made my presence know by sitting beside him on his bed. If it had been anyone else besides me they wouldn't have been able to do so.

Considering the fact that Brennion's bed was literally in the wall, behind a dresser and directly next to a blacked out window. His room was a maze and only someone who had lived in it (I basically did) could find their way around. His back was in the corner where the wall met window seal and the bed, furthering himself as far as he could from me. I fumbled with the words in my mouth, all of them clinging to my tongue and refusing to come out. Every time.

"Get out." Brennion's tone was like daggers as he set his guitar down and folded his arms, glaring at me. When I tried to scoot closer to him he put his foot on my thigh and pushed me away. I sighed.

"Brennion please just-"

"Shut up."

"Brennion!"

"I said shut up! Are you deaf!?" We sat in silence for another few short seconds until I attempted to again talk to him. Same response. He wasn't going to listen. I contemplated just leaving, this was pointless, but my pride got the better of me. I knew he wasn't going to listen so I was going to have to force him. I had never really done this to a guy before though, I have to admit, Brennion was the first guy I had kissed. And we were about ten when that happened. A deadly game of spin the bottle. Stupid Erin. He was the only guy I had kissed since then. So you would think I was used to it, but no! My heart sped up. My breath caught. I turned towards him-his eyes were cobalt blue and buzzing with untraceably cold things-I leaned forward-he stiffened- and our lips touched. I waited for him to push me away, for him to become thoroughly ridged and hate me forever but he did no such thing.

Instead he melted like wax. His built up anger towards me seemed to be a cover for the pain he was feeling for me treating him the way I did and he no longer cared. Because, I guess, with me kissing him I was his. This was true, if he wanted it. It seemed he did. His hands slid up my back and into my hair, pulling me up against him. My body knew what to do on it's own without me telling it what to do, moving my arms around his muscle covered waist only to stop on the small of his back. I pulled only lips away, loving the fact that his hands made me feel so warm inside and out, then sighed and rested my forehead on his chest.

"I came in here to tell you that…….that I love you too Brennion." His breath caught. It startled me so much I looked up at him, only to see him looking down at me amazed.

"You do!? Then……then why did you push me away when I told you I loved you last night!?" I bit my lip and looked away from him, pulling my arms with me, and hugging my knee's to my chest. He tried to touch me but I flinched when he got close, not on purpose of course, and he pulled away. Looking pained.

"Because….." I was doing it again. Being stupid. I hated that. Brennion scooted across the bed, I wasn't nearly strong enough to stop him the way he had me, until my shoulder was pressed against his chest and his nose was touching my cheek. I shivered.

"Kiley that's not a good enough answer….." I wasn't sure, but I think there might have been a seductive mixture in his speech, definitely more than normal. It was enough to make me want to kiss him again, and then some.

"I……I…." I can't focus with you kissing my neck! His fingers walked across my stomach and went flat, sliding up my shirt. Where his hand met my bare skin a burning trail followed. I whimpered. He was killing me! How was I supposed to talk with him kissing my neck and touching me and-aggggggh! Screw this! I turned quickly and my lips crashed against his hard. He seemed to expect this, because he fell back with the forcefulness of my kiss, me landing on his chest surprised and him laughing.

"That's not funny! You scared me!" His eyes twinkled with a touch of naughty and no nice. His legs locked around my knees and he flipped me onto my back, holding my wrist in his hands and keeping me pinned down.

"You still haven't answered me." He said smiling evilly and leaning down to kiss my neck softly in-between each word. Arrrrrg, this is so not fair.

"I……aggggggh! Stop! I can't-mmmmm!" He covered my mouth with his. Cheater! Mmmmmm, he tasted good…….focus Kiley!

"Come again?" He teased. I would have punched him had he not been on top me and offering me a kiss with every sentence I spoke. Plus…..well I kinnda liked the feeling of having him so close. (If ya'all of matured nature know what I mean)

"I pushed you away because," I laughed, "Because I'm stupid?" He nodded, kissing my throat. Then my chin then my lips oh so softly. Like a brush of butterfly wings.

"That's an expectable answer." He pressed against me now, I thought close was before? Wow. His kisses became less soft and more demanding. I liked it. I fought the urge to smile. His hands moved up and down my stomach, under my shirt and over. You would think I would tell him to stop? Nope. In fact he was the one being careful. He would ask in-between kisses,

"Kiley are you sure about this? Cause I can stop if you want……" I got so annoyed I flipped us over and pushed him down. Smiling. He seemed confused until I kissed him and took his shirt off. Then he understood. And thankfully he understood enough not to ask again. I slowly undressed hi and he me. Though I'm not sure how it happened. Heat of the moment I would tell myself later but right now? I knew the truth. It was my cold hunger for him. Something I had been dealing with for a long time. It was a perfect thing to finally have him to where I would actually, literally have him. Which I did. Can I smile? Oh yeah.

Next chapter the plot will pick back up, I just felt the need to put a little Brennion/Kiley in the story. Lots of love to the annoying and persistent death threats I got! They were oh so endearing lovely readers, so nice in fact I laughed my ass off. Tootles!