I'm too busy to be a creative and name it [Z A N]

Brushing his locks of hair from in front of his light brown eyes, Chris walked through the fields of delicious fruit, extremely tempted to pluck one of the red berries off a plant and place it into his mouth. He didn't though, because that would be cruel, seeing as some campers had spent long and hard trying to grow them to their current height and colour.

Humming slightly to himself, Chris' headphones blared to Lil Wayne's How to Love, which had to be one of his favourite songs ever. He bit his lip, tilting his head in the direction of the sun for an intense moment. He wasn't really thinking about much, except maybe what he was going to do later. Maybe he would head out to the arena with his siblings, or maybe he would just chill in his cabin for a while.

Sitting on a patch of grass in the centre of the long stretch of fields, Christopher leaned back on his elbows. He was alone, which wasn't a very nice feelings for him, seeing as he was normally pretty popular. All his liffe he had been pretty popular. He just needed some space now. He just needed to think, without the feeling of his sisters begging him to go shopping with them, ior their brother's dirty talk. Any other day, he would be up for all of this but right now, he wasn't.

Closing his eyes, Chris' headphones were playing so loudly that there was no chance of him hearing anyone approach, and he was currently sitting out of the view, not thinking about how he was so heasy to fall over. He wasn't really thinking about anything, like he had earlier pointed out.

Seeing movement other than the swaying of the bushes in the corner of his eyes, Chris’ head snapped up to see a girl starting to set down her things; a pretty girl, who’s hair resembled the colour of the berries on each of the bushes. His light brown eyes clouded with curiosity, Christopher yanked one earbud out of his ears, wondering what she was doing.

Okay, that was a stupid question. It was obvious what she was doing but, why was she doing it? Why come and speak to him?

Chris didn’t mind though. He wasn’t the type of person that turned people away, no matter whether he wanted to be alone or not. Sometimes, he hated being a nice guy. It could just be so…inconvenient for him. If he just wanted to be alone, without the need to speak and interact with any of the other Demigod’s, he sometimes wasn’t able to do so. Having said that, Christopher would much rather he had a lot of people around him and yearning his attention rather than being alone all the time. The thought of him being alone made him want to…cry. A real man cries.

Because of recently cutting and dying his hair a dark blonde, it wasn’t forever falling into his eyes like it had before but, honestly, it was still a pain in the butt. It was growing again, and Chris had lacked the patience to straighten his hair this morning for some strange, twisted reason. Also, if all that wasn’t enough, the dye was wearing out and turning a dark brown once more. He wasn’t sure whether he would dye it blonde again, but the fast that you could see his dark roots was annoying him. He spent so damn long on his appearance and, in his belief, he didn’t think this in-between phase made him look as good as he usually did. He really needed to get it done; if not for him then so that the Demigod’s that were also attending camp wouldn’t suffer from his lack-of-normal hotness.

Leaning back down his elbows were propping his torso up, Chris silently watched the girl for a moment before deciding it best to speak, maybe introduce himself. It was usually the polite thing to do, and Chris was quite old-fashioned when it came to manners and introductions. He had to do the whole ‘hand-shake’ thing, and make sure his manners were acceptable. That’s what living with his Mother did to a teenage-boy; killed off their insolence. Well, Foster Mother. Obviously Chris didn’t live with his real Mother, seeing as she was a God and all that. It might’ve been a bit weird when on parents-evening; Chris’ teacher was introduced to Aphrodite.

Yeah, just a little weird.

“Um…hello,” Chris said in that husky voice of his, an amused smile still playing on his naturally-red lips. “Have you come to give me company, Beautiful?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chris had a girlfriend, but calling girls ‘beautiful’ was a reflex action. He liked to tell girls that they were beautiful, and perfect. It didn’t just make him feel good to see them smile and blush, but he honestly and truly believed that every person was beautiful in their own way. That’s why he hated any form of bullying or injustice so much; it knocked people’s confidence and dreams. He didn’t know why girls could be insecure, seeing as they turned heads when they walked through the-

-Oh Gods, please tell me that I’m not thinking about a One Direction song!