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5:

Pride Officially Deflated

When he saw his girlfriend carrying a big heavy box, he did the nice boyfriend-ish thing to do, and asked her if she needed any help.

Of course, his girlfriend snorted in his face and continued to carry the box to Camp's basement. When she went back outside to grab another one, he dashed outside and beat her to the delivery truck. He grabbed the biggest box he could see, and walked right past her. She raised an eyebrow.

As soon as he was out of sight, he let out a big breath. The box was a lot heavier than he led on.

Then she was right behind him. "Do you need help?"

"No." He said a little too quickly. He needed to move. It was so heavy. What was in it anyway?

... Was that sweat on his forehead? His arms started aching.

She tilted her head, concerned, which was something she only was with him. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Again, too quickly. His arms were practically shaking under the weight.

Her eyes narrowed. She looked funny, with her head cocked to one side and brown eyes squinted. Like she was trying to solve a hard puzzle. He almost laughed. She wouldn't be caught dead solving puzzles.

"Let me carry it." She decided.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes-" Then she ripped the box out of his hands and marched off to the basement, leaving her boyfriend in the dust.

"Hey!" He ran after her, though he was secretly grateful that he no longer had to deal with the box. He didn't think he could have made it down the stairs without tipping over and tumbling all the way down the stairs like a complete fool.

When they reached the bottom, she placed the box on top of a few others then faced him, clapping her hands together to get rid of dust.

"It's okay if you aren't as strong as me, I mean, I've been working out basically since I was ten." She told him, not being sarcastic at all.

"No." He blurted out before he could stop himself. "I'm really strong, it's just... I didn't have much sleep last night and Travis and Connor kept me up, stupid brothers, and I swear I could hear Percy snoring all the way from my cabin-"

Before he could add another excuse, she grabbed his face in her hands and planted a kiss on his lips. She smiled and said, "Shut up." she grabbed his hand and gave it a tight squeeze.

He stared at their holding hands and couldn't help but say, "Wanna arm wrestle?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I don't mean to brag, well actually I do, but I am a daughter of Ares."

"So?"

"I'll kick your butt so hard you'll going crying back to mama."

"My mom lives in Mexico."

His girlfriend made a face. "Then you can go cry to Chiron. Or better yet, Mr. D."

He scoffed and dragged them towards a table. "You. Me. Arm wrestling. Now." He pulled out a chair for her, because that was the boyfriend-ish thing to do, and sat down in his own. They both clutched each others hands, elbows firmly placed on the table.

Clarisse stared into his eyes. "This is your last chance to back out."

"Never." Chris stared back. "One-two-three." He said it like one word. And then he started to push.

Her hand didn't even budge. She raised an eyebrow, again. He got his whole body into it, pushing on her arm with all his strength.

She just continued to stare mockingly.

"You okay, Chris? It looks like you're struggling."

"I'm fine!" He grunted. He leaned into it more.

It continued for another few moments, Chris struggling, Clarisse not even breaking a sweat, until Chris got desperate. So he raised his other arm, and started pressing with that too.

Nothing.

"Had enough?"

"Course not." he croaked.

Clarisse sighed. Poor, stupid, prideful Chris. She started putting pressure on his arm. He looked confused for a minute before widening his eyes in realization.

She finally stopped toying with him and pressed his hand down to the table. "Sorry, Chris, but it had to be done." She let go and started to walk away, but then she felt something clamp onto her hand.

"Rematch." He needed some sort of his pride back, right?

FML For the Chapter:

Today, my girlfriend thought she was stronger than me so we arm wrestled. She won. I used both hands. FML.

The llamas were in an intense conversation about kid's shows, most importantly Teen Titans, while they were writing this chapter. Llama #1 wishes she could turn into a dino. Llama #2 does not wish that because then she would be married to a llama-dino, and not just a llama.

Llama #1: WHY ISN'T EMO GIRL WEARING PANTS?! WHY ISN'T ROBIN WITH BATMAN, SERIOUSLY?! WHY IF HE TURNED INTO A CROW OR SOMETHING WAS HE MAKING HAWK SOUNDS. WHY? WHHYYYY?!

Llama #2: Because they can, Llama #1. They can.

Llama #1: Why are we having a debate about kids shows...?

Llama #2: BECAUSE WE CAN OKAY #THUGLYF

Llama #1: okay... I need to find a mental ward, not for you at all, be right back...

Llama #2: .-.

The llamas bid you adieu and remind you to review.