Starting Over [Priveto]

Keller Kidd Harris,

What Keller thought was totally unfair was how Genevieve was begging. He knew that she was only doing this to get her own way, and shew knew they that it would work. It annoyed him when girls got all stroppy and begged, but they looked so darn cute doing it. Most guys would agree with Keller that if their girlfriend gave them this face, then there was no way that they would be able to say no. He probably would've been able to with his past girlfriends, but not Genevieve. Or Belle for that matter, either. When saying no to Belle, it just made Keller feel more guilty and disgusting then he normally had.
Taking in how close their faces were, Keller frowned at Genevieve, making a resigned sound from the back of his throat. "Fine," He mumbled grumpily, unable to stop a smile appearing on his lips however. Keller leaned foward, pressing his lips against Genevieve's for a moment before pulling the sheet back over them both.
"You're so...mean," Keller complained, talking about how she had pleaded and gone all...sexy just so she could get what she wanted. Keller wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body against his once more so he could feel her warmth and soft touch again, her back against his chest. His fingers toyed with the hem of the bed-sheet in front of this girl, kissing her bare shoulder gently.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Hands lightly resting on her hips, Keller moved his lips against Genevieve’s with the same amount of passion as her. If getting back into bed meant that they could have a make-out session, then Keller was glad that he had got back into bed. He guessed that making-out with Genevieve was better then putting himself out and getting up anyway.
But then she was gone, and he could hear her laughs echoing across the room.
Opening his eyes, Keller saw that she wasn’t actually before him anymore, which made him frown for a moment before sighing and rolling his eyes. “Very funny, Eve!” He called to her sarcastically, yet couldn’t stop the wide smile from appearing on his lips. It was funny, when you thought about it. He had always known that Genevieve was a tease. So was he, but not when important things like making-out were involved. Making-out was like, the only thing that Keller took seriously. Was that a good thing? He wasn’t sure.
Keller took his time getting to his feet, taking the time to stretch and yawn. Keller didn’t know what he was meant to do know, seeing as his clothes were in the bathroom with Genevieve and she was like, changing or something like that. Wouldn’t it be rude of him to walk in on a girl whilst she was changing? Like, pedophilic?
Well, she was his girlfriend. He guessed that made it okay.
Leaning into the doorframe of the bathroom slightly so only his head was visible, Keller grinned at Genevieve, wondering if she was going to slap him or something. He extended his hand out towards her, trying to keep his eyes fixed on her face. “Can you pass me my clothes please?”

Keller Kidd Harris,

Watching as Genevieve got changed; Keller caught his jeans when they were thrown at him, not being able to stop smirking. He did as she said, pulling them on quickly and making sure his wallet and iPod was still in the back-pockets of his pants. When he was sure they were, Keller moved over to the mirror above the sink, smoothing his dark hair down, considering he had no gel to stick it up with. Damn it.
Grunting slightly at the stubble growing on his chin – which he allowed just for Genevieve – Keller turned and leaned back against the marble basin, raising his eyebrows at her. [color-orange]“Where’s your shirt?”[/color] He asked her, his brown and golden eyes searching the cold floor of the bathroom for a moment before straightening. “Wait…where’s my shirt?!” He exclaimed, trying to actually remember where Genevieve had thrown it last night. It had to be here somewhere! That shirt had cost him…well, it didn’t matter. Money didn’t really matter.
After a moment of looking, Keller shrugged, not really caring as he leaned against the basin. “Meh...I’ll just buy another one.” He said before laughing when he turned to Genevieve again, taking her in shirtlessness. “You can’t walk around the city like that!” He teased, not really minding himself. He was actually looking pretty smug.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Keller couldn't help but laugh when Genevieve did indeed find his shirt, not being able to be anything but smug at the moment. He pulled his blue shirt down over his head, whistling to himself as he held back a teasing comment to his girlfriend. Making sure he was looking tidy, Keller soon followed Genevieve through to the main room.
Pulling on his shoes and socks by the door from yesterday when they had first got to the room, Keller's gold and brown eyes slowly made its way up Genevieve's body, taking in her curves and perfection for the millionth time in one day; this time not being discrete about it. When wearing his sneakers, Keller took Genevieve's wrist and pulled her against him so she was sitting on his lap. Keller grinned, keeping his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her against him.
Keller's nose brushed against Genevieve's cheek as his face got closer, attempting and failing to supress his smile. This was because she had stoped their kiss before, when they had been lying don on the bed together. Keller hadn't been able to feel the pressure of their lips against eachothers for more then a few seconds.
"We can go...in a minute," Keller whispered with a smirk, slowly allowing their lips to meet passionatly.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Feeling Genevieve's hands slowly moved down his predominant muscles, Keller's hands continued to rest on her lower back, his fingers spread apart. Keller, without a doubt in his clever mind of his, loved being with Genevieve more then anything else in the world...even Megan Fox. He wasn't ready to even Imagine settling down with Genevieve, but he hoped that they were still together and this serious once it was time for them to leave camp.
He literally couldn't Imagine being with anyone else. Being with Belle had showed him how much he was unable to live without this girl in his life. He had no clue what Genevieve saw in his; the beautiful child of Aphrodite and the nerd. He guessed that it was love.
Moving his lips in time against Genevieve's, Keller moved over slightly so Genevieve was between him and the bed, his hands moving her waist. Keller's lips trailed from herlips to her neck, kissing it gently yet not daring going any further down then her collar-bone.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Right this moment, Keller sort of regretted getting out of bed and he was pretty sure that Genevieve felt the same way. They somehow managed to do things that made Keller regret his earlier desision. See, If they had been back and naked in bed together like before, Keller probably would have enjoyed this moment Increasingly more. But, you know, kissing was better then no-kissing, right? Even if they were dressed once more.
Taking the oppurtunity to breath when Genevieve took her turn with kissing his jawline, Keller couldn't help but smile also. One of his hands travelled up her back to her, getting his large hands tangled Into her long curls to keep her head close to his and eventually let their lips meet again. Damn, Keller wished they could just stay here and make-out all day.
But they couldn't, could they? That's why Keller pulled away after other minute, trying to get his breathing even and steady again. It was difficult to pull away In the first place, but Keller was soon looking down at Genevieve with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, their faces syill close up to one another yet their lips parted. "We should go now...before I change my mind," Keller murmed honestly, his gaze locked on hers.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Sighing gently as Genevieve pulled away from him, Keller kissed her cheek lightly as she got away from him before standing up again. It was weird for him; one minute being so close and connected to Genevieve and the next they weren’t even touching that much. Okay, in his mind they were always connected. Or something romantic like that.
Just because Keller didn’t know how to describe this romantic stuff, didn’t mean he didn’t feel it. He did feel it, He knew he was in love. He just didn’t know how to describe the feeling that happened to overwhelm him so much regularly. He wasn’t used to being romantic. With all his past girlfriends, Keller just had to compliment them or buy them something and they were his. With Genevieve, he was actually trying his best to be the best boyfriend he could possibly be. He didn’t know how to express himself most of the time. He could get loud and he could get angry very fast, but he hadn’t been like this with Genevieve for the past day, had he? Looking back, he had been nothing but kind to her. He wasn’t pushing her. He was just being comforting and loving. Well, as much as a Harris could be.
Considering he had never brought a jacket to wear in the first place, Keller extended his hand down out to Genevieve for her to take, smiling down at her with gleaming brown eyes. She knew him so well. It was actually scary how well she knew him. “Camp? Of course not.” He laughed, not wanting to go back just yet. “Where’s the fun in that? There’s a whole city to see, Eve.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Keller closed the door behind him as Genevieve pulled them from the room, walking besides her and cobtinuing to hold her hand as they made their way through the hallway of the hotel. The doora wereball closed except for one, containing who must be a member of staff and being able to look through the doorway of the room as she cleaned.
Looking back at Genevieve and sharing her wide smile at the mention of last night, Keller couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at her. "That was a lot of questions," He mused, distracting them both from the subject at hand for a moment before shrugging lightly. When they had reached the elevator at the end of the hallway, Keller pressed the button and turned to face Genevieve again as he waited.
"I can't even organise my own laundry." He told her with a small yet ashamed laugh. Keller could be so untidy when It came to living. When he had clothes that were dirty, he just threw them under his bed. When he had clothes that were clean he just threw them under his bed! He had en excuse for this though,seeing as he had had everything given, handed and done for him whilst he grew-up. It was hard for him to change, even after all these years. Keller had better things to do them experiment with this 'tidy' crap.
"So no; I have nothing planned. But spontaneous is good. I mean, it worked last night, didn't it?" He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows somewhat at his girlfriend.

Keller Kidd Harris,

Squeezing Genevieve's hand when she leaned Into him, Keller couldn't help but shake his head slightly in disbelief. "Really? You are pointing out the fact I have done something wrong? After booking this hotel and trying to make our date perfect?" He exclaimed, trying not to get annoyed with her considering she was only teasing him. When she flashed a sweet smile at hom, his expreasion decreased into a smile instead we he pushed away the subject, biting his lip. "Okay. I should have planned ahead. I didn't think. I know I should try harder; I'm sorry." He told her, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek.
The problem was, Keller was already trying as hard as he could in this relationship. If he was meant to be doing more for her, he was going to be run-ragged. He had to balance Genevieve, camp and working-out all at once. Plus Keller had been a little on edge lately.
Smirking with amusement and suprise at Genevieve's first question, Keller released her hand for a minute and stood behind her, their bodies touching and pressed against each-others. Keller wrapped his. arms around her waist, kissing the back of her neck, his stubble scratching her skin. "I thought it worked, and it seemed like you thought the same. Am I wrong?" He whispered in her ear, his teeth nibbing her earlobe lightly.

Keller Kidd Harris,

The effect that Keller was having on his girlfriend had surprised him. Kissing her neck had only been a teasing gesture, and hadn’t really thought anything would come from it. It seemed he was wrong, seeing as she was practically dying in his arms. He suppressed a laugh, continuing to move his lips across the skin of her neck gently.
Only pulling away when Genevieve stopped herself and protested to what he was doing, Keller couldn’t help but let obnoxiously loud laugh pass through his lips, stepping back from her and letting his arms fall to his sides. Mischief radiated from him, and he would definitely remember what kissing her neck made her do. There was no way he would forget about this. “I’m totally gonna use this against you,” he grinned honestly. Like she had been able to persuade him to get back into bed earlier, Keller now knew how he was going to get his own way without having to use any Charmspeak or powers.
Damn, Keller was better than he’d thought; and he had thought he was good in the first place.
The doors to the elevator opened just as Keller pulled away which made his grin wider. “Told you so.” he teased, putting his arm around Genevieve’s shoulders and pulling her into his side as he walked through the lobby. Yesterday and today, Keller was having a massive déjà vu moment from their first date, although this one was already better. No because of last night – although that made a significant difference – but because they were more serious and their relationship was better. Maybe they had just needed space from each-other when they had broke-up. In a way, Keller didn’t really regret their break-up, because he wouldn’t have been able to realize how much he needed and loved her if they hadn’t. He definitely hadn’t been trying this hard before they had split, so he hoped she could see how hard he was actually trying to make them work. It was harder for him then most relationships; considering Genevieve was pretty high-maintenance and they had nothing in common to begin with.
Turning his head to look down at Genevieve with a smile as they reached the double-door entrance to the hotel, Keller raised an eyebrow. “So, Eve…where do you want to go? You can choose anywhere.”

Keller Kidd Harris,

Squeezing her hands when Genevieve took Keller's, he couldn't help but notice how incredibly beautiful she looking when she was thinking and deliberating. Obviously, she was breath-taking anyway; even when she had only just woke-up and lacking make-up. In Keller's opinion, make-up wasn't entirely nice. It was a way of hiding your true beauty. He much proffered to see a girl natural rather then plastered In blusher and foundation.
Unable to stop his grin forming on his lips at the very mention of food, Keller nodded quickly. There was always time to eat; always. Keller found that the more he had, the easier it was the further-develop his predominate muscles and build. However, the more he ate; the more he had to work-out. In a day, Keller lapped around camp about four times; twice In the early morning and twice before lights out. Speaking of which, Keller had first met Genevieve on his afternoon run. It had been by the lake, and Keller had leant her his hoodie to wear because she had been cold.
That had been one of the best days of his life. He remembered It well.
Pulling on one of Genevieve's hands, Keller had actually planned for this date..sort of. Seeing as he was bad directions, he had looked at a map of New-York, focusing on the best places in this area. With a brain of Athena, it was etched permantly into Keller's...unique mind. "Nice. There's a four-star Italian up here, if you like. Or a five-star Chinese down there. You're pick." He told her, shrugging. The Chinese would obviously cost more but he didn't care. Considering a lot of his Father's money had been given to him when he was sixteen, Keller wondered how much his father had been left for when he got out of prison.
Oh, wait...Keller's dad had got out of prison...nearly a year ago. He knew that one day he would have to see him again - whether it be volentarily or not - but Keller couldn't help but get sightly stressed about it. The look on Keller's face now was of regret and worry, just thinking about it! He was nearly eighteen years-old and legal; Keller had no doubt that he would have to face his Father again soon.

Keller Kidd Harris,

“Just a small diner. Got it. No spoiling.” Keller nodded, trying to remind himself that she didn’t like it when he spent his money; especially on her. Genevieve had to be the most bizarre girl Keller had ever encountered. She didn’t want him to spend money or her. It was weird; she was weird. Keller had completely given-up hope of understanding what went around her brain. It was probably all crap anyway; like make-up and clothes and shopping and that sparkly dude off Twilight.
Damn, Keller hated Twilight.
“Hmm..,what?” Keller muttered, ripped from his worried thoughts when Genevieve spoke to him. He turned to look at her, feeling back when he realized that she was worried. Although it made him feel better for seeing how much she cared about him, Keller never wanted to see Genevieve worried; especially not for him. Keller was meant to be the one that was concerned for her, not the other way around. She was meant to be the one that cried on his shoulder, not him crying on hers. For one, it would be embarrassing and Keller would probably hurt his neck trying to lean down enough to even get to her shoulder.
Tucking a lock of her curly hair behind one of her ears with his free hand as he walked, Keller tried to replace his expression with a reassuring smile, not fooling anybody but trying anyway. “Upset? I’m not upset.” He lied before sighing, feeling bad for lying to Genevieve. He knew had had to at least try and be truthful to her. “Leo – my dad – got out of prison nearly a year ago now.” He told her, keeping his voice low in an attempt not to draw attention to himself. “I remember reading it in the newspapers.” Keller had no doubt that Leon was still in the publics eye. Keller tried avoiding all news of him as possible, but it was hard. Keller remembered the times where he would be stared and pointed-out for being his son. The son of Athena had no doubt that if he even attempted to make contact with Leon again –or the other way around – then he would be famous once more. Keller didn’t really fancy that happening again; he was pretty glad that no-one knew that he was the Harris son that had run away and not been heard of for seven years.

Keller Kidd Harris,

The more Genevieve spoke, the more Keller becomes uncomfortable in his own skin. He didn’t like talking about Leon anyway but for his girlfriend to suggest that he should see him civilly was just…unexplainable. Keller, in a way, wanted to speak to Leon; to torment him, if anything. Torment him for getting himself in that position. Also he wanted to ask him why he had put Keller in that place to begin with. Keller had only been a kid, even if he had been hyper, annoying and spoilt.
Seeing a small diner a few yards away, Keller didn’t ay anything else on the matter until he had pulled Genevieve inside, finding a table with two-seats for them both by the window, facing out onto the busy street. Keller sat down, immediately drumming his fingers on the wood of the table in front of his out of discomfort and because of his ADHD. He wanted to, but he knew that he couldn’t just drop this subject. Not right now. He actually wanted and needed to talk to Genevieve about it. He probably wouldn’t have been able to before, but he felt as if he could talk to her about anything now.
“He probably still lives in California. That’s ages away,” Keller told her with a funny look on his face. It wasn’t as if that mattered to him anyway; he had the money. After another moment of thinking, Keller pulled out his iPod from his pocket and setting it down on the table, watching it with wary. “The funny thing is that, now, I’d probably be able to knock him out. The other way ‘round.” He smirked bitterly, finding that thought disgustingly amusing.
Finally, Keller pushed the iPod across the table to Genevieve, not being able to do it himself. He hadn’t heard any news about Leon since his release. He couldn’t do it himself. “Google him? Please?” He asked, running one of his hair through his dark hair, making it stick up in every possible direction.