Great, this will be fun [ private ]

Christopher ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. He had like, seven chewing gums in his mouth to disguise the smell of ciggarettes, and had also sprayed nearly a whole can of deoderant on him. He just hoped that Isabella was in, because he hsd missed her.

Chris was wearing a plain white thin shirt, which seemed to cling to her torso to show off his muscles. He was also wearing red chinos and a pair of white Van. All in all, he looked pretty Summery, which would probably make his Khione friend disgusted but it wasn't as if he would bump into him arounf camp now, seeing as he had left. The thought of not having Kyle around all the time made him pretty sad.

Still chewing his large gum, Chris knocked on the door to the Athena cabin, calling through the door; "Hello. Anyone in there?" He asked, putting on a high-pitched voice so he could suprise Isabella.

Chris panicked interally when Isabella pulled away and coughed, but relief washed over him when she said it was the cologne. Phew. That was a close. One. Crap, Chris should have enptied his pockets before he had come here. He'd just his to keep his pants on and away from Isabella. No fun.

Chris put his hands in his pockets, watching as Isabella wrote on the board again, not even paying him any attention. Great. Freaking awesome. Chris had tun to camp, took a shower and got changed all to watch his girlfriend write intelligent stufd on a white-board.

Being Chris though, he didn't comment on this annoying fact. He didn't say or show any emotion at all. Nope. He leant against the wall, watching Isabella, the box of ciggerettes pressing into his butt. That was...comfortable.

"So, because I want to smell nice, that means that there's something wrong? Nothing is wrong, babe." Chris said innocently, wondering if Isabella bought it or not.

Chris laughed at what Isabella said, rolling his eyes also. Straightening the fitted cap on his head and wrapping his arms around Isabella's waist, pulling her against him.

He had started wearing fitted caps nearly everywhere he went for two reasons; to keep his hair out of his eyes and because they were in fashion. Wearing your jeans or chinos really low on your hips were fashionable aswell, and apparently, it was cool if you had to boxers hanging out the back. Chris didn't question it; he judt followed the latest trends like most.

"Hey! I always smell good!" Chris exclaimed, grinning. He put his finger under Isabella's chin, tilting her head up and leaning down to kiss her.

Chris's hands flew to his hair, groaning as he was currently blonde from when his locks had shielded his eyes. Brushing them back quickly, Chris chased after Isabella, laughing the whole time.

Chris had soon grabbed Isabella around the waist, listing her off the ground momenterially before throwing her on the couch. He plucked the hat off her head, brushing his curls back before fixing it on his own head.

Sitting down next to Isabella, it took a minute for him to realise that the little box wasn't pressing into his ass anymore, which meant that he had dropppdd his ciggarettes. He cussed silently, hoping that she wouldn't see them and he wwould get them later. Chris leaned forward to kiss Isabella, hoping to distract her.

Chris watched Isabella leave him annd widened his eyes as she walked over to the object that...he had been hoping she wouldm't notice. Relief washed through him when she blamed her brother, but his ADHD forced him to say something he shouldn't have.

"What the hell are you doing?! I paid eight dollars for- I mean....nothing." Chris saod, probaboy not fooling anybody. He looked away, lying down on the couch and putting his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling and waiting for the wrath of Isabella Rose.

Chris had honestly come here to talk to Isabella about something and just to see how she was, but now he had. feeling that he should have waited longer.

Chris didn't look at Izzy, his brown eyes still fixed on the ceiling. He shrugged as if it was nothing. He may as well admit it; he had already dropped himself in it accidently.

"Yeah. I do. And what?" He said defensivley, folding his arms over his chest, expecting Isabella to yell at him or something. He prepared himself for, as he thought earlier; The wrath of Isabella.

But then, a disgusting noise came from her direction and Chris' head flew up, finding her on the ground. He jumped up, completely forgetting his problens with smoking and running over to Isabella and dropping to the ground next to her. Her head was bleeding. Crap.

Chris quickly liften his girlfriend in his arms, carrying her over to the couch where he laid her down gently, sitting by her side and looking down at her. "Isabella! What's wrong?"

Biting his lip, the Demigod looked away quickly, feeling a quench of guilt. "I can't just stop, Izzy. I'm addicted. But you know I wouldn't hurt you anyway."

Chris, wincing as he realised that he shirt was white and would stain, pulled his shirt over his head, and pressed it against Isabella's forehead, trying to stop the bleeding.

Chris felt suddenly moody and sulky towards Isabella, yet he didn't know why. Standing up, he walked over to the garbage, rewching in disgustedly and pulling out his full packet of ciggarettes. Thank Gods the garbage had been empty.

"Yeah well. You stop me drinking amd want to stop my smoking." Chris snapped at her, straightening the hat on his head. "Maybe I don't want to stop. I didn't want to stop drinking either but you made me, for no freaking reason. Will you just stop being such a-" Chris half-yelled, ending with loads of swear-words.

Chris cussed loudly, pacing back and forth. His hands were shaking, which was a clear sign that showed that he was on edge and angry. Isabella would have probably gotten used to that by now.

"Maybe if you just let me have some fun, I would be fine! I don't give a damn if it's bad for me! And I don't even want a long life! I'll be dead by the time I'm thirty!" Chris yelled at her, covering his ears with his hand so he didn't have to hear anything else and to try and control his shaking. He didn't hear the last thing that Isabella said.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. Did she.....but she just....she couldn't have...b-b-but...

Chris had heard the last bit, his body shaking and seeming to have a fit. His breathing became fast and un-even as he stumbled after Isabella, seeing how fast she was walking. He followed her, but she wws out of sight in no time.

The courtyard was empty, seeing as everyone was at lunch. There was no-one around to tell him off and Chris really needed a smoke right now. Lighting a ciggarette with his shaking hands, Chris walked into a thin layer off woodlands to stay under the shadows. That's when he found Isabella; sobbing.

"Please, Isabella. Don't break up with me." Chris practically begged, accidently breathing smoke all in her face.

Chris raised his hand in a surrender motion when she pushed him away. But then she started sobbing into his chest, and he rubbed her back with one hand, the other holding his ciggarette, breathingbthe smoke over her head instead.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Chris told her, half growling with frustration. Why did Isabella have to be so...up tight sometimes? It was a pain in the ass thats what she was a lot of the time. He still loved her though; she was perfect in his mind.

Chris nodded, not saying anything as he resting his chin on Isabella's head, closing his eyes. "Its okay, I suppose. You were being a bit of a drama queen." Chris said honestly.

Chris looked down Isabella, smiling sadly before kssing her lightly on her lips. He probably stank of ciggaretts and tasted like them. Gross. Chris forgot this fact however, or else he might not have kissed her.