It's Never That Easy [Welshy]

Throwing his iPod down on the bed next to him in disgust, Keller leaned back further into his pillow, resting his hand behind his head and the other playing with the fabric of his boxer shorts, staring up at his brother's bed above him. He was annoyed, but not at Genevieve; at himself.

He knew that he had changed, and transformed into a jerk. A jerk who only cared about money, and getting in a girls pants. It didn't sound like him, and that made him angry. He needed to go back to that guy; the real Keller. The Keller that didn't care what base he and his girlfriend reached, or made her feel below her perfect self.

Naturally, seeing as it was pretty late, Keller's siblings were either in the living room messing around or sprawling out on their beds like Keller was, passive and looking lazy. He may look lazy, but Keller was so on edge. He had been a jerk and he needed to fix it; now.

Getting off his butt quickly, Keller grabbed a pair of tracksuit pants from the end of his bed, thinking that he needed something on his legs and lower-body, seeing s he was only wearing his blue cotton boxer-shorts. His siblings giving him weird looks,Keller quickly slipped out the back of their cabin, trying to stick to the walls of the buildings to lower to risk of being seen. With his pants in one hand as he hadn't yet pulled them on, Keller had soon made It outside his neighbouring cabin without being scene, stopping at the front foor.

Practically naked, messy hair and looking like he just got out of bed, Keller took a deep breath and knocked loudly yet calmly on the Aphrodite's door, needing to get Genevieve back. Even if it killed him, which wsaslikely.

Not being able to stop the door from closing, Keeper raised his eyebrows In sunrise when it opened again, revealing Genevieve and her siblings, who were making faces and gestures at him. Not needing this attention right now from anyone but Eve, Keller quickly pulled his pants on, hopping around on his feet to do so.

Running a hand through his dark hair and brushing it back as smooth as possible, Keller shuffled on his feet out of nervousness and due to his ADHD. "No, I cane to apoligise." He told her, his eyes flickering to the room of the cabin to obviously show that he wanted to come in.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his hand anxiously, Keller attempted to make eye contact with Genevieve."I'm really sorry, Eve. I was being stupid, and a jerk. You know I'm l not like that really, don't you?"

Leaning forward so his hand was leaning against the wooden door-frame next to Genevieve, Keller struggled to keep his eyes on hers, seeing as she wasn't wearing much. "I...I just came to say sorry. And to tell you that I still love you. I'm sorry." He whispered, trying to ignore Genevieve's siblings In the background.

Before the door was able to close completely, Keller reached out and blocked it with his hand, his muscles rippling for a moment before relaxing. Just as quickly as he had done so, he stepped forward to squeeze through the gap of the door, completely in cabin ten now...

...and Genevieve's siblings were looking at him like he was something to eat.

Gulping lightly, Keller turned his back to them so he was solely looking at her, feeling their eyes piercing his bare back yet ignoring them. Yeah, Genevieve would get in trouble but, honestly, did either of they really give a damn about the consequences? Right now, Keller needed to talk and Genevieve needed to shut-up and listen.

Staying In front of her, Keller's face was glued into that of one of internal saddness, pain and blindness. He bit his tongue to stop him from cusssing and touched Genevieve's cheek lightly and quickly, pulling his hand back in time so she wouldn't bite It off or something.

"No, Genevieve. I am not leaving here until me and you are back together. Do you want me to beg? Because I will literally get down on my knees and beg, Eve." He told her, hearing her simblings mumbling his name from behind but nit turning, stubborn.

Keller was actually pretty relieved that Genevieve hadn't yelled at him, because he probably would have found it hard not to yell back, and that was completely against why Keller had even come here. "Does it even matter?" Keller asked, keeping his voice low so Genevieve's siblings had to strain their ears to hear, which they did. "All that matters Is us."

Keller knew that he was going to be assaulted or jumped by one of her Brother's if he continued to pester her. The thought made Keller want to laugh; beat me? Yeah, right.

Sticking one hand Into the pocket of his Adidas tracksuit-pants, Keller rested his hand against the door besides Genevieve's head like he had earlier that day, though he gave Genevieve a gap to escape if she wanted, not wanting to make the same mistake as he had earlier.

Lowering his head so his eyes were level with Genevieve's, he didn't make any move forward to kiss her or anything. Half of his attention was on what was being him also, ready to turn and punch someone in the face If they tried to attack his exsposed back.

She couldn’t handle it? B-b-b-b-but…Keller could. Wasn’t that enough? He didn’t even know what she was talking about. Why couldn’t she handle it? Was it because of her, or him? What's hard about him? That’s what she said… Keller thought bitterly, hating those jokes sometimes.

Looking down as Genevieve sat on the ground; Keller didn’t have a chance to say anything else before someone put their hand on his shoulder. Keller remained still for a second before straightening, jerking away from the guy’s touch. Keller was already annoyed. Surely the guy should’ve known that trying to kick Keller out was going to make him flip.

Keller wasn’t leaving until Genevieve and he were back together.

Spinning around, Keller grabbed the guy’s shirt, slamming him up against the frames of one of the bunk-beds, looking very scary. Keller’s dark eyes blazing like the deepest bits of hell, his big-biceps rippled intimidating. “Don’t touch me, you man-whore.” Keller growled, not being able to stereotype this guy in the heat of the moment. He knew that he was wrong, seeing as his closest friend was a son of Aphrodite, but unable to stop it slipping out.

Letting go of the guy’s shirt and releasing him, Keller cocked his head to the side for a moment to see if anyone was going to challenge him before guessing not, turning back to Genevieve and opening his mouth to speak before the guy jumped on his back, sending him into the wall next to Genevieve, the wind knocked out of him.

Keller, leaning over and resting his hands on his knees as he attempted to get his breath back; mistake. Soon, the knee of Genevieve’s impossibly-good-looking brother was brought up into his face, forcing the bone in Keller’s nose to snap to the side and break, blooding dripping straight from his face and on the floor besides Genevieve. “Oh dude, I’mma kill you.” Keller threatened, sounding like he meant it before punching the guy straight in his jaw full-force.

As soon as a good fight had started, Genevieve had decided to part it. Damn, Keller had been so looking forward to it, as well. He had tried to be on best behaviour lately; not getting into as many fights as he normally did. It annoyed him, and he was yearning it so much for it to end up being split up.

Snickering as Genevieve’s brother looked terrified to the core, Keller soon shut up when the blade was turned onto him, raising his hands quickly into surrender. He opened his mouth to argue with leaving the cabin before his eyes went to her blade again, knowing that she was probably pissed enough to take a slice at him.

Slowly, Keller backed out of the doorway, slamming the door closed behind him. Great, he had screwed that up…again. Not even getting down all the steps before the cabin, Keller sat down on the bottom step, trying to stop his bleeding nose. It was cold, seeing as he was only dressed in his tracksuit pants, but Keller continued to clutch his nose, spitting blood out from his mouth.

After a moment when his nose had eventually stopped bleeding, not even glancing back at his loved-one’s cabin, Keller slowly got off his butt and spat more blood onto the ground before walking back towards his cabin, swearing loudly into the darkness as he had ruined everything again. Why did he have to ruin everything, and why wouldn’t anyone give him a chance when he tried to make everything right again? He only wanted Genevieve back. If he had to, he would sell his car. He would sell all of his designer clothes and give his money to charity, if he needed to. Genevieve was the only thing that mattered to him, and the only thing he wanted to cherish for all fo his life. He obviously wouldn’t be able to communicate these thoughts, as whatever he said seemed to escape his mouth in the wrong order and offending her, but she had to know he felt it. Somehow, he had to tell her. He promised himself that he would see her everyday until she finally broke. He wouldn’t be able to sleep, laugh, smile, eat or even think of Megan Fox until she was back in his life for good. Well, that last one was a lie, seeing as Keller’s thoughts always somehow managed to return to Megan Fox but the rest was true. All he wanted was that daughter of Aphrodite, and their break-up had had more of an effect on him then his Father’s prison sentence had.

Hearing Genevieve shout, Keller stopped in his tracks, not turning until Genevieve pulled his shoulder to face her. He already knew, just by the look on her face that he was going to be aggravated by her, but he didn’t say anything at first. He just watched her with a tired expression, waiting for her to finish with her anger. He just wanted them to stop fighting, even though he really, really wanted to beat someone up.

Taking a small step back when she pushed him, Keller wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, unable to wipe all of it away because it had already begun to dry. Seeing a fault in Genevieve’s words, Keller couldn’t stop himself from correcting her, even though she was pretty much right. “I didn’t fight him straight away. I grabbed him, that’s all.” Keller said quietly, not actually wanting them to get in trouble.

The final time Genevieve pushed him, it wasn’t enough to move him, although his expression dropped into one of complete agony. “You know I’d never do that to you.” He at least thought that she knew he would never lay a hand on her. Yeah, he had extreme ADD, but Keller would never be pushed so far that he would purposely hurt the woman he loved.

No, he wasn’t that much like his Dad.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Keller allowed his dark eyes to wander the empty courtyard for a moment before returning to her face. It was dark, dark enough that they would most likely appear as silhouettes to someone by cabin one, but not dark enough that they wouldn’t be able to be spotted if someone walked out of one of the closer cabins.

Not wanting both of them to get into trouble for trying to sort something, or start something, this far into the night, Keller gently grabbed Genevieve’s wrist, pulling her behind his cabin like he had earlier that day. At least now they wouldn’t be seen if someone decided to go for a midnight walk. Letting go of her arm at the soonest possibility, Keller took a step back from her, not wanting to be in a close enough distance again that he would get hurt if she decided to unleash her anger on him.

“I thought you wanted me to go.” He said plainly, not understanding why she was being so confusing. Couldn’t she just make up her mind? He wanted her back, and she was pushing him away. He had a feeling that she didn’t even want to talk at this moment, but instead use this as an opportunity to push him around. Keller would probably let her also. “All I wanted to do was talk. You’re brother started on me. Was I suppose to let him kick me out?”

Watching Genevieve’s hair, now loose, fall below her shoulders; Keller’s attention was suddenly glued to it. Keller had always had a problem with her hair. He just liked to…he wasn’t even sure. Play with it? Wrap it around his index finger. He knew that it annoyed her, when he was forever playing with it, but he couldn’t help himself sometimes. A girl’s hair was the best feature about them in Keller’s eyes, but obviously after their mind and personality. A girl didn’t have to be pretty, but it was a bonus…so Genevieve was like, perfect in his mind, seeing as she was pretty clever and her personality was just…yeah…it was just…yeah…
Sticking his hands in the pockets of his pants to stop them reaching forward and grabbing her curls beneath his fingers, Keller’s dark eyes studied Genevieve with child-like curiosity, hope flickering up in his heart before being shot quickly by his logical side. Reaching up to smooth his dark hair down flat with his left hand self-consciously, Keller cocked an eyebrow at her, a small yet sweet smile appearing on his lips. “You want to talk to me?” Keller asked, completely ignoring everything else she had said. “That’s…a start, I guess.”
Wanting the atmosphere to become calm and relaxed, even though Genevieve was annoyed, Keller slowly sat down on the grass beneath them, crossing his legs and playing with the grass between his wingers, most-likely imagining it as her hair, Keller let his gaze go down her body quickly and hopefully not-obviously, speaking when it returned from her legs to her eyes. “Does that mean that you don’t hate my guts anymore?”

Keller made a small humming noise in an agreement, knowing that she was right; he had been a jerk and let his mouth run away with itself. If only she would be able to read his thoughts; then she would be able to understand how he felt.

Wait, Keller could send his thoughts to her. Right now though, he wanted to speak the words he meant so much.

“I know, and I’m sorry.” Keller sighed, knowing that his apologises weren’t enough in this situation. He couldn’t say sorry for everything he had said, but he sure as hell could try. “But I still love you, Eve. I said all those things because…it hurt me when you left me. And you know me, I always have to be the tough guy. Always.”

Slowly, watching as Genevieve appeared cold as she say, Keller crawled forward so he was sitting against the wall besides hers, their bare arms toughing, He didn’t dare try and touch her anymore then that, but the simplest of that touch was enough for Keller the feel a little warmer inside. “Could we…start over? We could take it slowly, if you want,” Keller suggested, looking at the ground in front of them. “We could go on dates, and not ask or try something that the other one didn’t want.” That last one was for him, and he said it obviously. “…just…please, Evie.”

Whoa, wait, what?

It had worked? Keller had somehow managed to get her back, without being kicked in the balls, or having to beg. He had most likely broken his nose though, but he didn't want to dwell on the negatives. They weren't good for anyone. They needed to look to the future, and forget the past.

Looking down and their hands when Genevieve took his, Keller's smile transformed into a grin, lifting her hand up and kissing the back of her knuckles lightly. With his other arm, Keller wrapped his around Genevieve's shoulders, pulling her against his bare chest and kissing her forehead gently.

"Thank you. I love you." Keller breathed, kissing her cheek lightly and closing his eyes, resting their cheeks together and feeling completion.

Even though Keller was shirtless, and his pants were really thin, Keller wasn't all that cold. When Genevieve pulled away from him and started to stand, he suddenley felt cold.
Quickly getting to his feet also, Keller rubbed his hands together before grinning at his girlfriend, glad that he could officially call her that again. He leaned down slowly, kissing her cheek gently once more before pulling away, brushing his nose lightly against hers.
"Yeah...meet me at the hill tomorrow? We could go into the city again, like we did on our first date." Keller told her, winking at there and leaving before she was able to protest. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Keller left Eve from behind the cabin, running into his own as silentaly as was possible.