Story #2

Swimming

Now this is definitely a lighter story! I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter! I will continue it I promise! I have like 50,00 oneshots/stories planned out for this!
Updates might be slow because hell, I'm just a lazy ass.

"Your songs remind me of swimming." I joke, kissing Rowan on the temple.

She ceases her song to glare at me. It's effect is completely lost on me, because hell, she's just too damn cute for her own good!

"Quoting Florence and The Machine?" She sneers, "Really Mick? Is that the best you can do? And here I thought you were a playboy."

She tosses her light brown-almost blonde- hair over her shoulder, to glower at me once more. "Quit it with the PDA. We aren't even a couple, so stop treating me like I'm your girlfriend."

I lean over and capture her lips in a kiss. "You know you like it, Ro. Just admit it. Besides, you'll probably be the only girl I ever get close to like this." I put my arm around her shoulders.

We are sitting on the beach at Camp Half-Blood soaking up some good ole' Vitamin D. Satyrs and Nymphs play games with the other campers all around us.

Rowan gets up from her spot on the beach and turns back to me. "Are you going to just sit there, ogling or are you going to come swimming. That is why we came here, right?"

I stand to my feet, taking off my tee-shirt to reveal my very tones abs. The sun is shining just right and I know I look good. I think I see a few nymphs and campers faint.

I smile to myself and race Rowan to the water. Being a track and field star, Rowan reaches the water first. Her dive is perfect. I follow suit and I know my dive is just as good, if not better.

Out the corner of my eye I see Rae Haken, a daughter of Poseidon. She is swimming in the deep, playing a school of colorful fish. Her aqua eyes glow in the darkness of the ocean. She smiles and waves at me.

I blow her a kiss and swim over to her. We hold hands and paddle to the surface. Rae looks at me, a grin splitting her face.

"Do you remember me, Mick?" She bats her eyelashes, earning a laugh from me.

"How could I forget?" I say, seductively. "You give the best massages."

Rowan pops up in between us. "Hey Rae, is Mick harassing you again?"

"No, we're just talking." Rae says. "But I have to go, I promised some hippocampus I'd teach them some new tricks." She winks at me, waves to Rowan and
swims away.

Rowan and I head back to the beach. We lay out, side-by-side.

I have a distant memory of doing this with my father. Before he died, we would do everything together.

Erik Jules was my best friend. He was the best dad a kid could ask for. He taught me everything I know. He trained me to be the best that I could be.

I'm sure if her were still alive, I would be a completely difference person than I am today. I wouldn't be so tainted…so…lost.

I miss him. More than I can bare sometimes. I wish he were still here with me. He left me all alone in this horrible world, to figure life out on my own.

I know I've failed him. I am a great disappoint to him. I know it.

Is he looking down on me right now, shaking his head? Is he disgusted with the way I sold myself around a few years ago?

During the time when he died, when I was sent to live with my horrid Aunt, I was totally broken. I didn't know anything about myself. I made some terrible
decisions.

The best decision I ever made, was coming here to Camp Half-Blood and bringing Rowan with me. Ever since then, my life has been brighter. I'm still not happy with myself, but I'm in a better place than I was.

Rowan looks over at me and frowns. "Stop wallowing."

I love her. She know everything about me. All my perfection and imperfections, and she still doesn't judge me. Not ever. I reach over and take her hand,
placing a kiss on it.

"Thanks Ro,"

I shouldn't be pitying myself like this. It's a perfect day. There isn't a cloud in the sky- wait, or is there?

Bridget James is standing over me, looking mighty pissed off. Her normal grey eyes are black with fury. She is the daughter of Nemesis.

Call me stupid, but I couldn't resist her. She was just so- cute. Besides, we've only gone out a couple of times. I don't think that means we are officially "a couple".

I release Rowan as if she's hot coal and scramble away from her.

"You shallow, cheating, bastard!" Bridget stalks over to me.

Rowan leaps into the water, executing a perfect dive. Her head pops back up to watch the action. She smiles at me and waves. I scoff at her, then gasp in surprise as I feel pain across my cheek.

I turn around, surprise showing on my face.

Rowan looks like she is about to jump out the lake and pound Bridget into the sand, but I hold up my hand to calm her.

I stand to my feet, as calm as can be and give Bridget my best sad-smile. It's a look of humility. It works on everybody. No one can deny me anything when I make this face. Except Rowan but she doesn't count. She's not just anybody.

But apparently Bridget is. Her angry begins to subside. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you, Mick. I just-I just-"

I take Bridget in my arms and gently stoke her hair. "It's alright. I'm the one that should be apologizing. I'm sorry Bridget. I really am."

I pull back and widen my eyes, and purse my lips. I make sure my hair falls perfectly in my eyes and….

….Bridget bursts into tears. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I forgive you!" And with that, she runs away.

As soon as the coast is clear I flip my hair back in place and wipe the fake tears from my eyes. I go settle in my spot and hold out my arms for Rowan to come

back.

Rowan leaves the water and comes to sit next to me.

"You deserve an academy award." She laughs and pushes me over.

I catch myself and laugh along with her. I don't mean to be vain-wait, yes I do. I'm fucking awesome at everything I do.

Call me conceited, but I'm a son of Aphrodite, what do you expect?