Hey there! It's Ajluv! Updating roll! *holds hand up for high-fives like a nerd* Okay. Here's some Chrisse for The First Marauderette. My rant is coming soon.
"YEAGHGGHHHHH!" Maimer broke through the practice dummy with a very satisfying sound. Fake blood oozed over Clarisse's shoes, flys buzzed around her sweaty hair and her heartbeat thudded in her ears.
It was more relaxing then any day spa.
Something shifted behind her and she was in action immediately, twirling her spear in her hand and maintaining her defensive position. No chump was going to get away with sneaking up behind her.
Instead, she just saw dull steps/seats. She narrowed her charcoal eyes and homed in on a single curl of brown hair sticking out of the fifth row of concrete bleachers.
"Rodriguez! Come out before I smash your FACE!" His head peeked over the edge and he blinked his mischievous chocolate eyes at her, grinning sheepishly at her.
"Sorry LaRue!" She feels her heart tweak, and maybe, maybe if she hadn't been the tough daughter of war that she was, she would have told him it was okay.
"Get out of here!" She yells and he does so, but she can't help but feel the tiniest bit of regret.
She gets angry at herself and smashes another head to feel better, realizing that she forgot to ask him why he was stalking her. Tho
He runs toward the woods, and though she doesn't think anything of it, she sees Luke head toward there as well.
...
The basement is scary. Candles flicker eerily against the dirty walls ( no one pays attention to the chore chart) and the air conditioning hisses and sputters like a monster.
Chris is curled up in a corner, and she wants to sob for him. He looks so lost, she just wants to take his hand and lead him back to the light. He doesn't grin anymore and his eyes are dull.
She hates this war. She hates it with all of her power and strength. It has done this to him, it has burned bridges and tore down peace like a rusted building.
And it has broken the boy she loves. Yes, that's where she decides she loves him, in that scary basement, with the footsteps that aren't really footsteps.
She tells him too, but it's lost in the endless mumble of words that she tells him to calm him down, and she doesn't remember it the next morning.
...
The absolute best feeling in the world, is not finding out that you won a war, or that your spear was fixed, but seeing Chris's eyes open, and seeing the clarity that comes with it.
He sobs and you sob a bit with him, and you even confess your feelings for him. He reciprocates, though Clarisse finds that it isn't some earth shattering revelation to exchange words of love. It isn't like the Aphrodite girls say. It's just confirming what you already knew.
...
She slowly becomes adapted to being Chris's girlfriend. Sometimes she wonders why he stays with a girl like her, and sometimes he wonders why she stays with a traitor like him. But really with a trust like that, you can't break apart no matter how hard you try.
It's the small moments that she loves the best. The ones where he brushes back her hair for her before another round of sparring, when he "buys" her lemon warheads (those things are intense) from the camp store and when she has to tickle him (tell anyone and you're deader then Hades) to get her gift.
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They never thought of it as a milestone. Just like their feelings for each other, it was something they already knew. But still, it was something special to them, and they sub-consciously were saving it for sometime special.
This sometime special happened at a very cliche place for this sort of thing. The campfire.
She was feeling down for whatever reason it was nowadays. Missing campers, crazy dragons, no Capture The Flag...it was endless.
She felt cool fingers at her temple, brushing aside the bangs that Chris insisted were cute. He had actually beat up Conner for suggesting that they weren't. Clarisse had been so happy and proud.
She glanced over to him, Chris, her boyfriend, the crazy kid. He smiled at her.
"Love you."
"Love you too." She replied almost automatically, but she added a smile.
"Always have."
Cheesy? Yes. Review worthy? That's up to you. Thank you by the way for your wonderful comments and follows. To First Madaurette-I hope you likes this!
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