you need me, i don't need you. [ CAITLYN ]

[finley young]

Finn woke up earlier than he usually did. His eyes still felt heavy but his brain wouldn't process it so he threw aside his sheet and rose from his bed groggily. He eyed the fountain in the corner of cabin three and he smiled slightly, it had fresh salt water flowing twenty four seven and it always seemed to perk him up. Partly because of the memories he had of speaking with his mother through it and the rest was down to the fact he was the son of Poseidon. It had it's perks and it's set backs, but Finn had come to terms with it. He quickly rummaged through his clothes, tossing aside his dirty underpants, and picked up his creased Camp Half-Blood T-Shirt and threw it over a loose pair of grey jogging bottoms. In the mortal world he would stand right out of the crowd, but here? It was just normal.

Finn started his daily regime and started jogging around camp; around the strawberry fields, a detour nearby the forest and then the big house. It appeared to be a quiet morning. Birds chirped in the trees merrily and whispers of wind messed up his untidy hair. It didn't bother him in the slightest but he probably looked a bit like a cockatoo. He decided that after such a long jog that he should get an early start in the Arena and practice his dueling skills. He grabbed a Celestial Bronze sword and closed in on a nearby straw dummy. He started swiping at it vigorously for minutes and then he practiced a technique he'd recently learned.

An hour or two had gone before Finn was too fatigued to carry on. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and hands. He looked pretty unappealing but it wasn't like he was planning on going on a date or something. He turned around and quietly placed the sword away before his eyes caught that of a girl. She had lovely eyes, a mixture between a grey and blue. It was so hypnotizing that he stood there gawking like an idiot. Her hair was a mixture between a red and blonde, although it looked more blonde as the sun shone upon it. She was beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than some of Aphrodite's daughters. He had saw her around before, a daughter of Athena, Goddess of wisdom. He approached the girl quietly and as confident as he usually was he went to speak and his voice faltered. "Hey," he squeaked slightly. It was almost a whisper, like he was distant or something.

[caitlyn montgomery]

It was a beautiful morning, bright and sunny. Caitlyn woke up at almost eight o'clock. And when she did, Cait sprang out of bed, cursing herself for sleeping in. She usually woke up at seven, you see, sometimes even earlier than that. And she likes it that way. As they say, the early bird gets the worm and all that.

Caitlyn quickly prepared herself for the day. She pulled on one of her many orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirts and a pair of shorts made long by the fact that she was shorter than most. On a girl of average height, this pair of shorts would end perfectly above the knee, but even with her longer legs, the shorts covered Caitlyn's knees. Sighing, Cait folded up the ends of the shorts as best as she could to make it look like she hadn't done anything to it at all.

On her way out of her cabin, Cait snatched the book she had been reading last night from a nearby shelf. She then proceeded to the arena. Many people would think it weird to be reading in an arena meant for fighting but Caitlyn found that she could learn more this way. Reading her book on battle techniques isn't going to help if she can't see anything in action. Besides, it's much easier for her to try out the moves in the book immediately if she was in the arena.

Caitlyn expected the arena to be empty, but it was not so. Even though it was still quite early-too early for most of the other campers to be awake, someone was already practising their sword fighting at the arena. Caitlyn found herself a decent seat where she could read and observe the other person at the same time.

He was a son of Poseidon; Caitlyn remembered seeing him around. His jet black hair was unruly, sticking to his face because of the sweat. His movements with his sword were fluid yet strong. His intense blue eyes were concentrated on his actions. Caitlyn had wanted to read but found herself unable to keep her eyes off of the other camper. He was handsome despite being all sweaty and tired, she thought even though Caitlyn didn't usually notice details like that.

He seemed to be slowing down. I wonder if he'll approach me after he finishes? Caitlyn thought to herself. Her thought made her face flush and she stuck her nose into a random page of her book, quite intent of reading it and not looking at the Poseidon boy.

"Hey."

She almost dropped her book when she hear it. She looked up from her book. The other camper had stopped his training and was practically standing right in front of her! "Hi," she flustered. Her voice was soft and her head was bowed. Caitlyn had never had a boy come up and talk to her before! "Good training session you had." Caitlyn felt like an idiot. She was talking rubbish and he probably couldn't even hear her at all with her voice so low. Meekly, she looked up, trying her best to smile at him without totally embarrassing herself.