[PRIVATE] the sun comes up

Zander had been away for so long he had been afraid he'd forget what camp was like. As soon as he had one foot out of his ugly-as-sin orange truck, those fears melted away and it felt like no time had passed at all. Camp Half-Blood was home, it had taken him eight months to realize it but it was.

He'd thought the road was his home but he'd been terribly wrong. Home was wherever the blue-eyed girl was, whether she loved him or not. He'd been running from her and his feelings for her but he'd been on a track where the finish line was the same as the start. It was inevitable that he would return, things couldn't just be left where they had been.

He had made his decision a while ago, not long after that phone call he made from San Diego, but he had bided his time acting on it. It wasn't until he saw the blue hair dye on one of his Walmart trips that something clicked and he decided it was time. He'd bought the dye on the spot, went back to his motel room and used it, then charted his course back to New York.

After stepping out of his truck, he took a few moments to just look around, breathe the crisp November air. Then rounding around to the back of his truck, he picked up the crate stashed there and then commenced the slow and painful process of lugging it toward the Muses cabin. He got a few stares as he walked but he didn't care. He was seeing Tiffany again and she was going to have enough Arizona Green Tea to last her at least a month.

After what felt like decades but had really only been ten minutes, he reached his destination. He dropped the crate a little unceremoniously on the floor near Tiffany's bunk and then crossed his arms. "Tiffany Powell," He said, an uncharacteristically stern look on his face. "You have some serious explaining to do in regards to those phone calls you did not make to me."