Apologies for the long wait.

Chris' pov:

We were without a doubt the worst dancers in the entire party. Of course, Leo maintained that it was my fault that Nyssa was sent to the infirmary, but it was his flailing limbs that knocked her over, I just accidentally fell on top of her stomach. And yes, it was an accident; even I don't intentionally throw myself on injured men (they're just so much easier to kick).

Eventually, however, we both decided to give up and pig out on mini-sandwiches and chocolate biscuits. Him somewhat more than me, I would like to add.

We were sitting down in one of the corners, and I was trying to stifle the laughter brought on by his incredibly strange jokes, when room became filled with the clichéd, repulsive lovey-dovey songs.

"God, let's get out of here." I spat, gagging away the vomit.

"Okay." My date replied, grabbing my arm and leading me out the hall.

"So, that was a fun party, anyway." Shrugged Leo.

"Yeah" I replied, nodding my head "Coulda done with some more alcohol though."

"You're too young to drink." He shot back, glaring at me.

"My dad says drink is good for the soul." I replied, grinning widely.

"Uhuh, and look what he's like." He laughed, giving me a quick one-armed hug.

"Are you insulting my family, 'cause we can take this outside if you are." I replied in a mock threatening tone.

His response was to grab me around the shoulders and to give me (an unfortunately literally) searing hot kiss.

"So, we've got the clothes and the music, I think this is the perfect time to ask. Wanna be my girlfriend?" he asked, his eyebrows doing a complicated twitching act, which I assumed he thought was sexy. Well, let's give him a taste of his own medicine, shall we?

I grabbed his head and pulled his lips down to meet mine. "Does that answer your question, dearie?"

"I don't think I've quite got the message yet, care to give me a reminder?" he smirked, leaning down towards me.

Just as our lips were millimeters away from meeting a deep voice yelled from the window of the dance hall "What the hell do you think you're doing?". Brothers. Shit.

"What do we do now?" shouted Leo.

"Run!" I screamed, grabbing his hand dragging him into the forest.

Somehow I don't think either of us are going to be welcomed back into our cabins for quite some time. Honestly, I just hope I'm not sentenced to a few weeks in the fluffy room as punishment.

Finally, after two weeks of torture in the fluffy room, numerous lectures by my brothers and several screeching matches with my sisters about 'disgracing the family honor' (as if our cabin ever had any), I was allowed to leave the cabin. Thank the gods, because today was the first capture the flag game since I became Leo's girlfriend, and I was going to slaughter him-I mean them.

"Up, up, up! It's going to be a big, big, big day!" I cried ecstatically, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. Oh Effie, if only you weren't a fictional character.

"Shut up." My entire cabin groaned in sync (well at least they're getting some family bonding into their routine).

Finally, finally, I was running through the forest, bleeding from every inch of my body and dodging pointy projectiles. Damn it's good to be normal again.

We had received special intelligence (i.e. my brothers had beaten someone up) which informed us that the enemy flag was by Zeus' fist. And Leo was guarding it, perfect. I am so gonna humiliate the hell outta him.

"Chris, take the right, I'll take the other side." Shouted my sister Claire as she smashed the face of one of the opponents.

"Got it." I yelled back, swerving around the side of the rock pile.

Rounding the corner I slowed down in an attempt to still my heavily thumping heart. I was getting so unfit.

Leaning on my sword, I took a few deep gasps and carried on walking. Just as the flag hove into view I stepped in just the right place to have my ankle snapped up by a pair of huge, thankfully cushioned, metal jaws. Those damn people and their damn traps. And psychiatrists wonder why people commit cold-blooded murder.

"Hey baby." And just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse.

"Leo, don't you find it sad that to actually talk to someone properly you have to trap them first?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Not really" he replied, poking my arm just for the hell of it.

"Well Leo, to what do I owe this pleasure?" I growled through gritted teeth. I wanted to run him through so much, but that probably wouldn't look too good on my permanent record.

"Nope, not at all my beloved." He said ecstatically. "Look, I made something for you."

Groaning, I turned around, fully expecting to find some form of complicated machine whose purpose was about as ambiguous as it was useful.

"Look, it's a flower!" he cried, handing me the delicate metal rose. "It's even shatter proof, so you won't break it when you get angry!"

"Aww, Leo, that's really sweet." I laughed, giving him a quick caress on the cheek.

"I love you sweetie." He replied, bringing his face closer to mine.

"I love you too Leo" I smiled back, then, my face hardening, I continued "Now get me out of the trap."

"I think not." He teased, jumping to his feet and darting away from me.

"Come back here." I cried out angrily, swiping at him desperately.

"Never!" he tormented, leaping just out of reach again, as I tried desperately to yank my foot from the snare.

"This means war Valdez!" I shouted, my face fuming with fake anger.

"Why do I have the feeling that's going to be the story of our relationship."

Extremely choppy, I know. But I had writer's block, and I just felt like I had to write something. Anyway, unless I come up with another idea, this is the end of this story. This is kind of an ending, right?