Let me tell you one good thing about being in Aphrodite cabin.

It's so easy to use somebody's love life against them. I mean, like, so easy that we can do it in our sleep.

And that happened to me after I met Katie. My sibling, Rachel, was asleep after a long day of archery practice.

I was sitting up in my bed listening to a Gorillaz song on my MP3 player, lost in the deep abyss that is Demon Days.

Something about the windmill part in Feel Good Inc. made me think about Katie. I knew that I had a giant crush on her, and vise-versa, but the problem was that we couldn't accept it. Well, I couldn't. It was a nagging feeling at the back of my stupid head, right next to Johns voice (I have been blocking it out with thoughts of Katie).

Because of those thoughts I was thinking, I failed to notice the pink smoke billowing towards me from Rachel's sleeping form.

My eyes were shut tight, bobbing my head to Clint Eastwood, while the strange vapor crept into my mouth. I tasted a sweet, yet bitter substance in my throat, and for a second I was reminded of pink. Yes I tasted pink. It wasn't bad.

I opened my eyes, suddenly alert, just in time to see the gas coiling around my arms and legs. It slithered up my face, like a pink snake, and I couldn't see past my nose. But I tasted it, and knew what was happening.

I followed the trail made by the smoke, and found Rachel's hand emitting the smoke.

I couldn't speak because my throat was jammed with the blessing of Aphrodite, which by the way, sucks.

I shut my eyes tight and prayed to the Gods that I wouldn't say anything out loud.

Suddenly, my body arched, and I knocked my head on the pink wooden bed post, blacking out.

Well, more like pinking out. The familiar darkness that I have tried to avoid for so long was replaced with a hot pink, the kind you would see after looking at the sun through closed eyes…

And then I saw her face. Katie Gardner, with her leafy green eyes, her shoulder length brown hair, her intoxicating smell of fresh daisies.

A voice echoed in my head, Rachel's voice.

You love her eyes

I agreed. I did, they were the eyes that made every green color fresher in my mind.

You love her hair

I did love her brown golden locks. They looked so soft, I wanted to touch them.

You love her smell

I could bask in that scent for ever. It brought happiness and warmth to the dark days that made up my life.

You love her

I couldn't hide behind denial anymore. I did love her. I loved Katie Gardner.

Oh Gods, I love Katie! Was the only thought that went through my head as I awakened from my Aphrodite stupor.

I rubbed my smarting head, and felt that I had an egg size bump on the side.

I sighed, sitting up. I just hoped I didn't say anything out loud.

I winced when I saw all of my brothers and sisters staring intently at me in their pajamas.

I froze where I sat, my hand resting on my throbbing head.

"Oh, er, hey guys," I mumbled, dropping my hand at my side.

If you have ever been in an awkward situation like this one, I seriously doubt it.

I slowly crawled back under the covers of my bunk, my face a violent shade of crimson.

"How much did you hear?" I grumbled from under the covers, muffling my voice.

Rachel pulled the covers off of my head. "All of it. I'm sorry, it was an accident. You know I can't help it." Her voice reminded me of my strange epiphany.

I knew that I couldn't get mad at her. As demigods, it was hard to control our powers. I knew that the first night I was hear, the same pink smoke came out of my hand and made Holland Gosman confess his undying love for a girl in Hermes Cabin.

And if there's one thing I hate more than myself, its hypocrites.

"Are you gonna tell?" I said. I felt like a little kid for saying it, but it was a genuine question. Being scared that my brothers and sisters (ever the gossipers) would tell somebody my biggest secret was a very real and valid fear.

"Were Aphrodite cabin. I think you can trust us with love issues." Said Rachel matter-of-factly, and I trusted her statement. Well, at least enough to stop my need for barfing.

I sighed in relief, and getting up, I pulled on my sweater.

"Where are you going?" asked Holland, standing in front of me.

"I'm going out. I need some fresh air." Indeed, I did. That's what I always did when something was bothering me. I would usually go to the beach to relax, so I figured, hey, I'll go tonight.

But if I wanted any alone time, it wasn't going to happen this week.

Tonight, apparently, was the sneak out. Some Hermes campers started it a few years ago, when they found out that the guard harpies play a game of poker all night once every week. Thus, the sneak-out beach-out was born.

I walked through the sand, my sweater resting at my side. It was about four in the morning, and a big bon fire had been made on the beach. Its flames glowed brightly, and a bunch of campers sat around it. One Apollo kid was playing Sunday Bloody Sunday on a guitar, and his sister was singing along.

I sat next to one black haired boy who had his arm draped around a blond girl. They looked happy, talking with the Hermes kids and drinking Pepsi's. I sat down next to him.

I had seen him sword fighting at the sword arena. He could take down an Ares camper easily. He was a son of Poseidon, I think.

I listened to the words to the song. I loved nights like this, even if I wanted to be alone. I was lost in a trance, the kind that leaves you empty and nostalgic for better times.

I missed my sister. I missed John. I missed the way things used to be. Now, with the titan war coming up, I was as jumpy as ever.

Although most campers just wanted this war to never have happened, we knew that it was our duty to save the world from maniacal titans.

The song ended, and all of the kids clapped, including me. The girl singing the song sat down, blushing.

I stared at the flames intently while the kid with the guitar asked if anybody wanted to play next.

"Does anybody know Watch Over Me by Bernard Fanning?" said a familiar voice.

Katie's voice.

I looked up to see her standing next to me, and as she sat down beside me, my cheeks turned pink.

"H-hi!" I said, startled. Who wouldn't be? It's not every day that your crush sits next to you at a bon fire. And its not every day that your sibling gives you magic love gas to make you confess your love to your entire cabin, but hey, that's what it's like every day when you're a half-blood.

I thought about what she just said. Watch over me was a song that I always loved. I knew every word to it, but I doubted that anybody else knew him He was Australian or something.

"I know him." I said when all the other campers said they've never herd of it. Why not give it a try?

Katie smiled an impossibly bright smile. The smile I so loved.

"Great!" she said, grabbing the guitar from the Apollo kid.

"I know the cords. Want to sing it with me?" I was a little surprised that she wanted me to sing with her. I looked into her green eyes, a little skeptical.

They were soft, happy, carefree…

"Sure." I said. Hey, love can make you do crazy things.

We decided on a duet (Actually, the other kids sort of chanted it until we did) and she put her arm around the guitar.

She started playing the cords perfectly.

I saw Percy hug the blond girl closer, and listen to the sweet melody.

"When trouble fills my world, you bring my peace, you calm me down, you're my relief." Her voice was sweet and silky, a beautiful soprano.

"When walls come crashing down around my feet, you light my way, you're my release." I blushed as she looked over at me, and she did to.

I smiled despite my nervousness.

"So say you'll watch over me, when I'm in to deep. Tell me you'll always be, there to pull me free."

It was my turn. She looked down at the frets, and I looked down at her.

She was beautiful.

"When the sun is beating down upon my brow, you are my shade, you cool me down." My singing voice was pretty good, but nothing like hers. I just wished she didn't think I sucked to bad.

"Every time I tried to turn around, you brought me round, your humble way. So say you'll watch over me, when I'm in to deep. Tell me you'll always be, there to pull me free, there to rescue me."

She looked up at me, smiling surprised. She thought I was a good singer.

"For every time you sheltered me from harm, you should me truth, you kept me warm. Every time you left me on the street, I found my way, I found my feet."

I swore, every minute I spent with Katie the more I fell for her.

It was like heaven crammed into one person.

The last part we harmonized together on it.

So say you'll watch over me, when I'm in to deep, tell me you'll always be, there to pull me free, there to rescue me, there to pull me free, there to rescue me."

Our unison made me feel like we were one, like our voices were mixed and mashed together in a heavenly bird song of a tone.

She finished the last cord, and we stared into each others eyes.

Blue and Green, together. I smelled the daisies, and I watched her face. We were smiling soft smiles, happy and care free, like her eyes, like the summer.

Like land and sky, like sea green, like water and earth, like everything that goes together well.

That's what I felt we were, and I think she felt it to.

The claps and whoops of the other campers brought us back to reality, and looking around the smiling faces of the teenagers gave me butterflies.

I was glad I wasn't alone that night after all.

Wow. I'm sorry this was a little short, but I just had to get this in. The music is real, so look it up. Also look up "The Summer" by Josh Pyke. Good music equals good writing.