Taking a swim(Open)

Blake wandered rather aimlessly down to the lake. She stumbled, unable to regain her balance, she continues her way to the lake, just not in the way originally planned. Ironically, for a dancer she was extremely clumsy. After tumbling and rolling some more, she finally stopped, but only due to the fact that she hit something. Or maybe it was someone? Deffinatly a someone. This particular someone had gone unnoticed by Blake up until this point in time. "Oh my gods. I am so, so sorry." She mumbled quickly to the turned back of the boy.

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I rise to my feet, and extend my twig-thin wrist. "I'm Blake. Blake Rowe. My mother is Terpischore, the Muse of Dance. " I smile, taking in the Apollo kid. He seemed pretty nice, which was cool. Sometimes it was awfully hard to find a genuine kid at this camp. Most of the time I ended up in a conversation with snobby Aphrodite girls who couldn't go without looking at themselves for more then five minutes.

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"Yeah, they're pretty minor. But, Apollo. That's pretty legit. I think I came when I was 10. So, I've been here about five years. How about you?" I stop, putting my hand on my bony hip, looking at Dylan .

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"Awhhh. You're sweet." Let's be real, for being single my whole life, and there being no immediate chance of that changing, I was a sucker for a good love story. "Tell me about her." I smiled, and sat on the ground, criss-cross-apple-sauce style and patted the ground next to me..

-"Don't degrade yourself. I could totally believe that she'd like you. You seem super nice and seem like a great guy, perfect boyfriend material. So how did you two meet? Just randomly at camp?" I asked quietly, hoping I wasn't being to nosy.

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"Thats cute." I said, in reply to his story. I dug my fragile looking fingers in the fresh drist, making random patterns in the semi-wet earth. It was a gorgeous day, with the perfect temperature.

-"Nah. I'm not exactly 'appealing',I guess..." I trailed off, leaving my words hanging in the air. I smiled, kinda sadly.