Starting Over [Priveto]

The next morning...

Keller wasn't a particulary heavy sleeper. Not normally. He was normally up pretty early to go for a jog or something with one or two of his siblings or, preferably, alone. Don't get this man wrong; he loved to sleep, he just didn't really spend all day in bed. He didn't really understand why most teenagers did, but perhaps he was just abnormal.
One thing about Keller when he slept however was the fact that he snored. It was barable yet noticable. Right now, this particular son of Athena was lying on his stomach, his left arm dangling over the edge if the bed and the sheets covering his waist downwards.
The sound of his snores ended when a phone rang from the room next door, enough to half wake him nut he was in a half-conscious slumber, slowly regaining his senses before finally opening his eyes, his brown and gold gaze immediatly fixing onto the alarm clock that stood on the bedside table; 11:49am.
Rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hand, Keller rolled over onto his back, tucking his hands behind his head to look casual and lazy all at once. Staring up at the plain white ceiling with disinterested expression, the Demigod remained as quiet as was possible, using his limited patience to try and stay still, his foot being the only part of him currently moving.

Feeling and hearing Genevieve roll over and burry her face into his side, Keller smirked, his dark hair sticking up In every possible direction without a rhyme or reason to It. Keeping one hand behind his head, Keller right hand moved to where Genevieve's arm was around him, taking her hand gently.
"Good morning," Keller laughed lightly, his voice husky from only just using it for the first time in like, eight hours. The golden flecks in his eyes gleaming, Keller looked down at Genevieve who was pretty content with being lazy and embracing him. Just looking at her made him remember last night, and he struggled not to smile or blush. "Are you alright, Sugar?" Keller asked, stroking the back of her delicate fingers with his large thumb. It was actually quite amusing; watching her wake up.

Raising his eyebrows as Genevieve defended herself, it almost made Keller want to laugh and roll his eyes; so he did just that, still smirking at Genevieve although she had now sat up, running his finger up and down her spine gently without thinking.
When she mocked him, Keller chuckled, shaking his head slightly in a way of saying 'what am I going to do with you'. Also sitting up so his arm was against the side of her back, Keller played with her hair in his large fingers, not feeling awkward at all, and not thinking Genevieve did. After all, he thought she had done this before.
"I'm fine; I'm a little peachy but...I'll live." Keller joked, bringing hunour Into a situation like he normally did, yet keeping It light and harmless. He didnt exactly want them to fight again; not now or ever again. What had happened, and what they had was perfect, and Keller didn't want that to change. Ever.

With his dark eyes continuing to watch Genevieve with amusment and warmth, Keller's smile widened into a cheeky smirk, struggling to hold back a hilarious yet totally inappropriate joke at Genevieve's first comment, yet some how managed to contain himself, instead just nodding and saying; "Me too,"
His hand still wrapping her curly hair around his large fingers for another moment, it felt like Genevieve had ended their brief kiss all too soon, yet the gesture behind it was kind and loving. Keller couldn't stop himself, after she had said those three words that used to repulse him but now he so-long to hear escape her lips, kiss her once more. Their lips were only connected for a small moment, like they again before, but it was enough for Keller. "I love you more."
After a moment of watching Genevieve, Keller flopped back down into the pillows, truely trying to make the most of this comfort of the bed, the thin sheets covering him from his stomach downwards. A question Immediatly entered his mind and, being Keller, the son of Athena could not resist the temptation and curiousity of getting his answer. Propping his torso up with his elbows to continue to study Genevieve, Keller cocked his head to the side. "What last night your best?" He asked cheekily, honestly wanting and needing the truth to...raise his...self-esteem...?

Keller wasn’t really sure how to react. He was, pretty much, in a state of shot. He struggled to keep his face smooth and expressionless, and eventually failed, his features choosing to portray surprise and, honestly, guilt. He did feel guilty. Extremely guilty. In his mind, he had pushed her into this, and if he had known that she was…experienced, then he would have most-likely have left it until she wanted it.
His brown eyes looking down to meet Genevieve’s, considering her head was resting near his and on his arm, Keller frowned at her, his hair not seeming to want to remain flat on his head. “I thought…” He stopped himself, turning his head to face the ceiling once more. His eyes were glassy; the son of Athena being deep in thought. “…seeing as you are a daughter of Aphrodite…”
The words slipping from his lips, Keller barely registered the fact that he may have just insulted her, and he hoped she wouldn’t press the topic seeing as he was in a state of shock. Not feeling angry at Genevieve or anything for not telling him, he felt angry at himself rather then anyone else. He would’ve been able to do something romantic or something, and he probably would’ve waited if he had known.
He also felt bad just in case Genevieve thought it was his first time, and then he would have to tell her that it wasn’t. She had met his ex-girlfriend, hadn’t she? The one at the infirmary that had yelled at him for cheating on her with her sister…yeah. Keller wasn’t exactly proud of his ex-girlfriends.
Well, except Belle.
Belle was the only one that Keller actually wanted to stay in touch with. He didn’t know how Genevieve would feel about that, so he didn’t ask her. She didn’t had to know about everything, right? That would just be possessive, and Keller didn’t like being in a relationship with something that was possessive. He had been in relationships like that, and they had never turned out well. However, some of his ex-girlfriends had considered him as possessive, but he honestly didn’t believe so. He knew he was protective, but not possessive. He didn’t care who Genevieve hung-out with, or when. He just didn’t want her to be hurt; ever.
Kissing the top of Genevieve’s curly hair lightly, Keller quickly mumbled an apology for his rudeness previously, not wanting them to fall out again over something as stupid as this. He never wanted to be without Genevieve again. Hand on heart, Keller had no clue what he would do if they were apart again. Most likely something stupid like spending all of his money on alcohol and spending the rest of his life in a pub, even though Keller never had and promised that he never would touch the drink. His father had and, well, you know what his Father had been like.

Smiling down at Genevieve as his arm tightened around her waist, he played with her curly hair mindlessly, looking down at his foot that was poking out from the bottom of the bed, the sheets not covering it. He hated it when that happened.

Keller couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He was lying next to the girl he loved, after the night of his life. If he had been told two weeks ago that this would happen to him, he would most likely punch you because he had been a bit…angry over his break-up. Okay, from looking back at that night that Genevieve had taken him back, when he had thrown himself into a fight with her brothers, maybe angry was an understatement. Keller had been upset, and practically depressed. So what if he had probably tarnished Genevieve’s family’s view of him. Keller had a bad reputation for fighting anyway. Another fight wasn’t going to change anything too drastically.

Cupping Genevieve’s chin in his other hand, Keller tilted her face up so he could look him in the eyes, his own gleaming and bright. Keller had never been so happy in his life before this point, and just because he was holding her close again. That was all he wanted; all he had ever wanted. “Why did you take me back?” Keller asked her lightly and almost in a whisper, wanting to know. Well, he wanted to kiss her more but, thankfully, there would be plenty of time to do that later. He was exactly a catch, was he? With his impulsivity, and his baggage. When he said baggage, he meant that he liked to fight, and some where out there, out of jail, was his physco father. Yeah, Keller had baggage. Genevieve, and camp in general, was the best thing that had ever happened to him/