8-making smores

"Are you sure this is okay?" Leo hissed, shrouded in darkness.

"Yeah." Hazel called back over her shoulder. "Perfectly fine."

"We're sneaking into the forest!" He tried to explain, as if Hazel had no idea what was going on. "Y'know, things that could kill us?"

"And we can handle ourselves." Hazel corrected him as they reached the cover of the shadowy trees.

Even Hazel had to admit that this was scary. It was like a classic horror movie, with the owls spooking everyone and the two people making out in the woods.

Woah. Hazel could feel her cheeks go red. She did not just think that.

"Hazel, you okay?" Leo's voice asked concerned, as the daughter of Pluto shrieked when something alive ran across her foot, though thankfully distracting her from her blush-inducing thoughts.

"Fine." Hazel said, but her squeaking voice said otherwise.

"You're shaking." Leo wrapped an arm around her; Hazel's cheeks lit up like a flare, turning a shade of red never before acheived by a human or a demigod.

"Uhh." She stuttered out, cursing her complete inability to form a coherent word.

"I'll make a fire!" Leo decided brightly, turning away to gather sticks and sweep away the pine needles on the forest floor.

Within a few minutes, a fire was burning cheerfully; Hazel decided he rubbed two sticks together and left it at that because she wanted to sit down with some light.

Maybe this had been a bad idea.

She hoped the blush still staining her cheeks wasn't too noticable in the rosy light of the fire.

"You want a smore?" Leo offered, and her eyes snapped back to him from the dark roots of a tree.

Woah. Just...woah. He looked amazing by firelight, with it reflected in his eyes and his hair and...GET A GRIP HAZEL!

Hazel shook her head as if to shake the thoughts out. "Sure."

"Here you go!" Leo said cheerfully, handing her some chocolate, a couple Graham Crackers, and a few marshmallows.

"Where did you get this?" Hazel asked, sticking the marshmallow on a stick and holding it over the sparking red flames.

"My belt." Leo said casually, leaning back against a tree trunk and patting the tool belt fondly. "It's magic."

"Uh-huh." Hazel hummed under her breath skeptically. "Where's your fairies?"

"Hey!" The son of Hephaestus protested, his hand dipping into one of the pockets latched firmly around his waist. "It's true! Breath mint?" He offered her a tin box from the pocket.

"That's crazy." Hazel laughed, scraping the half-burned, slightly melted, very gooey and very delicious marshmallow off the stick and onto the cracker.

"We're children of gods, fighting against a giant army while trying to put an unstoppable goddess that wants to kill us all back to sleep." Leo said, his voice somewhat muffled by the smore in his mouth.

"And somehow, we're normal." Hazel put the chocolate on the marshmallow and placed the second cracker over it as she spoke.

Yum. Really yum. It was good. She couldn't remember ever eating something like this.

"Yep. Normal." Leo agreed, with a rather strange, almost wistful tone as an owl hooted and the fire cast creepy shadows over the trees.

Almost like it was prophesizing something...

OMFG, am I updating?

Listen, guys, I'm so sorry. Really. My life has been so upside-down and backwards lately: sports, depression, my first boyfriend ever, ect. *sigh*

I'll try to finish this, but really. My life is a bit confusing.

I Am Pheonyx: I am sorry if you feel that way. I truly am trying to make this an interesting story. Frank is going to come in later. And be rather important.

So, like, I'm sorry?