Starting Over [Priveto]

Looking down at their now entwined hands, Keller tried to smile yet It came cross as a small and pathetic gesture. So he squeezed her hand Instead, meeting her eyes once more. Although he wasnt very good at apoligising, or with words in general really, he was trying his best. He had just gone against the grain by being so kind and apologetic towards his girlfriend in that situation. He was never have done that before their break-up. He would most likely have continued to cuss at her until she slapped him or they were thrown out of the diner, or maybe even both.
His lips pressing together Into a thin line as he thought, Keller scratched the short and rough hairs on his top lip as he thought, thinking of what Genevieve had previously said and her tone during her words. How she had trailed off made him believe that she was indeed sticking with her judgement with the suggestion. With a resigned sigh and rubbing his eyes; exasperated, Keller slowly shook his as his eyes bored Into hers.
"No, it Isn't. I reacted selfishly; I'm sorry." He told her, unable to believe that It was if fact Keller Harris that was speaking these words. "I guess it has been a while. I'll go and see him but only If you will come with me." He decided, lifting up Genevieve's hand and bringing It against his mouth as he awaited her answer.

Raising his dark eyebrows in amusment and suprise as Genevieve chose to question his words, he watched her for a moment. Keller was unable to understand why she doubted him. Maybe she wanted to be sure that he knew what he was saying. Keller knew how important this would be if he did in fact choose to meet up with Leon, and he could see how big of a responsibility this must be for her. She would have to comfort him and stop him ripping Leon's head off if he eventually lost his temper.
Leaning forward so his elbows were resting on the table between them and his head was as close to Genevieve's as possible, Keller took both her hands. It was almost as If what had happened a minute hadn't...well, happened. "Of course I want you there." Keller told her, his voice quiet and deep. He smiled across at his piece-of Aphrodite. "I don't want go on my own, and I don't want to be too long without you."
That had to be one of the romantic things Keller had ever attempted to say. He hoped that Genevieve wouldn't get used to it.

The corners of his mouth twisting up into a smirk when Genevieve told him that she would indeed be joining him halfway across the country, his expression was soon replaced with a frown when she followed by asking him when they should go. Keller hadn’t even organized the second part of their date, let alone when they should be going over to California to drop in on his ‘daddy’.
Letting go of Genevieve’s hands and leaning back in his seat, Keller bit on his nails as he thought, looking out of the window for a minute. He would be happy to leave at any possible time. He was sure that his friends and siblings would cover for them both if Chiron noticed his disappearance, but Keller honestly didn’t give a damn if he got in trouble. He had been there enough years to develop quite a relationship with the staff, and if they found out he was gone then they wouldn’t do anything drastic about it. They’d most likely make him clean something or do some work. Keller didn’t really care about that stuff; not enough to decide against their idea. “I don’t know,” He told her after a few moments of consideration, speaking slowly and letting his gaze return to her face. “I guess…whenever you want to. I’m ready whenever.” He told her, shrugging. He didn’t really have anything on in the next few weeks, so it didn’t really matter when they left. It wasn’t as if Keller really had to save up for plane tickets. He didn’t have that much money left – only a few thousand – but Keller was planning on taking some more money from his Father when they got there; voluntarily or not.

Nodding as Genevieve spoke, Keller turned his head to the counter of the diner, wondering why the hell they hadn’t been served. It was probably because they though ‘he needed to calm down’ or some crap, but he wasn’t even hungry anymore. This whole conversation about his Father just made Keller’s stomach turn, and Keller had seriously lost his appetite…which had to be the first time ever. All the teenager seemed to do was eat.
“I guess…” He frowned, accepting her decision but still not certain that he wanted to do this. He knew that he had to suck it up and speak to his Dad though; it was now or never. Never say Never. That last phrase had no relevance to their subject, so he didn’t know why had had thought it. Wasn’t that Justin Bieber? He didn’t know, and he frankly didn’t care. Keller listened to rock music more then anything else, with the exception of Eminem; and half the reason he liked Eminem was because Megan Fox was making-out and half-naked in one of his music videos. The one with Rihanna; love the way you lie. Yeah, Keller liked watching that.
Man, he was so glad that Genevieve would never have access to his thoughts. She’d probably be traumatized for life.
Drumming on the table again with his fingers due to his inability to remain still for periods of time, Keller looked back at Genevieve and his expression softening as their eyes met again. “I get you. We’ll leave soon…as soon as possible. In the next few days?” He wondered, knowing that he would be able to get everything sorted by then, even if it meant getting normal standard plane seats instead of the more luxurious ones.

Nodding along with Genevieve, Keller's stomach churned a little at how soon they were to go. He knew that the sooner they both left, the better yet still couldn't help but feel a little anxious towards it. They needed a plane to get there, obviously, but Keller was sure they would be able to get a cheap one so last minute. "Yeah. It's a better plan than I would've come up with." Keller smiled, trying to erase all nervous feelings once more.
His head whipped up when seeing movement In the corner of his eye, Keller raised his eyebrows at the pretty waitress, wondering how pissed she was at him for flipping minutes before. He took the glass of water In his large hand, taking a few sips before looking at the girl again, finding all of the quite amusing. "I'm...uh...sorry about before. I shouldn't have yelled. I'm sorry, but we dont want anything." He told her, trying to mess with her head becaude he, well, wanted to. It wasn't right, he knew, but he frankly didn't give a-
"Uh...okay." The waitress frowned, looking flustered as she turned on her heel and left them again. Keller shrugged, looking back over at his girlfriend and wanting to return to their conversation, no matter how much It worried him. "So...do you want to go now?"

Raising an eyebrow at his girlfriend as she gave him a funny look whilst sending the woman away, he couldn’t help but feel mischievous as he grinned in her direction, his eyes scrunching up. He was feeling childish, even if it was only for a moment. He like messing with people’s head’s; even if it was only for a minute and hadn’t taken much effort. He normally did this by blurting out long words that would normally confuse people and make no sense at all. He did this with his siblings a lot of the time, considering they all read dictionaries practically for a living. He had never done this to any of his current girlfriends however; no, that would make them realize how much of a nerd he could be, and he doubted very much that his brains would be a…a…a turn on for them.
Also leaning forward when Genevieve did and resting his eyebrows on the table so their faces could be closer, Keller took a minute to wonder how he had gotten so lucky with Genevieve. He wasn’t anything out of the ordinary; just another average teenage boy. Actually, in his eyes, he wasn’t even average. He got angry too easily, and he was extremely nerdy at the best of times. He didn’t see himself in a clear light, it seemed. He didn’t really think much about his muscles, or his face, or his appearance in general really. He was nothing compared to the Aphrodite boys, and the other campers were probably better-looking than him anyway, so why hadn’t Genevieve gone for one of them? He had heard his sisters discussing how good-looking some of the Apollo boys were. Why fall for a nerd like him? He didn’t understand Genevieve sometimes, if anytime at all. It was funny that, girls say that guys are confusing when really, they are the confusing ones.
Keller considered what he had said previously, and was considering going straight away. Honestly, he doubted he could live without his clothes as much as a girl couldn’t. Although, he guessed he had a reason to considering that most of his clothe brands were designer and his siblings would just wreck them if he left them unguarded for a long period of time. Keller had become attached to his expensive clothes, and couldn’t ever imagine buying and actually wearing clothes from somewhere like…somewhere like…somewhere like Target. This idea just repulsed Keller.
It repulsed him a lot.
“Uh…no. Let’s go back now and grab some clothes. I don’t really want to travel on a plane for nearly five hours in what I wore last night.” Keller told Genevieve, putting emphasis on the last two words in an attempt to try and remind her about it. He liked being reminded about it. It made him smirk, which was happening now.
But that smirk was soon replaced with a small smile as Genevieve proceeded with his next and final question, frowning slightly as he considered what to reply with. He had though many things in the past few minutes, stretching from hot girls and beating up his Father. He deliberated whether to be honest or not before realizing that he didn’t care if she knew or not.
“Nothing important. Megan Fox half-naked,” He shrugged, his smirk returning to his lips once more as he dread to imagine Genevieve’s thoughts on that. “I was wondering what you even see in me; compared to other guys. Uh…and how we have to leave right now if we want to make it at California before tomorrow morning.”