The Creek Of Wine And Magic

Noah breathed out, smoke rising upwards. The cigarette in his hand was lit, and his other hand was in the pocket of his jeans. He was wearing a black skull tank top, and a red flannel over it. His shoes were red converse, his favorite pair. His deep green eyes sparkled as he watched the sun set slowly down by the Zephyros Creek. He took another cigarette out of the pack of camel lights, which as the name of the brand, and lit it slowly with his purple and green fire lighter. He slipped the fire lighter back into his pocket and smiled, his free hand brushing through his light blonde bangs.

Noah turned his head to see a girl, maybe a year younger than him, making a disgusted face and dropping down some comments about smoking and cancer. "I don't smoke constantly, dear." He said and grinned. "Also, Cancer is pretty dumb. I mean, just live your life. We die anyways, so why not just smoke?" He said quietly and shrugged. "The sunset is pretty, huh?" He said and took another puff, small ashes dropping into the water.

Noah cocked his head to one side, although he wasn't asking any questions. "It's weird. When I was little, I wondered why the moon followed you. I thought he was my friend." Noah chuckled. He breathed out the smoke, the thick, grey cloud rising up to the trees, dissapearing into the deep sunset. He sighed, and ran through his hair with his pale hand, his leather bracelets touching his forehead softly. His two black rings were on his right hand, the one that held the cigarette. He looked over to the girl, and smiled softly as he realized that she had two mismatched eyes. "You have very peculiar eyes, dear." He whispered and stared into them. His eyes then flickered back to the red, wonderful sky and he took another puff of his cig.

"I'll stick with Chrysanthemum." Noah said and stared further into the sun setting behind the creek, making it burst up in red, orange and yellow colour. "My name," Noah said, "Is Noah." He took another puff of his cig, his face hidden by smoke. "Caught my name now, dear?" He said and let a grin flicker across his face. He was usually much more of a goofball, but he had his 'Bad-Boy-Mysterious-Smoker' days most of the time. "Because I have caught yours, and I'm sure I'll hold onto it for a long time." More smoke curled around his face, and as it faded, he smiled. "I mean, how can you forget such a wonderful name?" He said and chuckled.

"Thats a matter of opinion, dear. Some find me weird. I think intresting might just be a nicer word for weird." And then he gave her a small grin and wink. He wasn't flirting, it was just part of his 'intresting' nature to wink. He breathed out, making a hushed sound, letting yet more smoke swirl around him. It was obvious that she had blushed, but Noah didn't mind. He laughed as she accidentally dripped creek water down her t-shirt. Noah walked up to her, taking her t-shirt in his hand, his long fingers enclasping the spots where it was wet. He took the rim of his flannel to rub them away, and as he was done, he smiled, took a step backwards, and took another puff of his cigarette.

Noah smiled and put a hand on Chrysanthemums shoulder, and pointed towards a small petite wooden bench at the edge of the creek, overlooking the sunset even clearer. His hand slipped from her shoulder to her wrist, and he pulled her towards the bench. "No, I'm A Son Of Dionysus." He said and smiled at her, the smile being a bit goofy and very genuine. All of his smiles were genuine, though. "You, Chrythanthemum?"

Noah smiled softly at her. "Yes. Sadly." He said and grinned, as he reached out to the water, his hand wet as he playfully flicked some water at Chrysthanthemum. "You're an intresting one." He said, grinning slightly as he relaxed and put his arms on the top part of the bench, watching the trees wave to the gusts of wind that were blowing through Noah and Chrys's hair. It was quite warm today, but it was getting chilier by the minute.

Noah smiled at her from the side. "I don't plan my future, I let it come to me." He said and smiled again. "I prefer to just let it swim, ya know? I like surprises, either good or bad." He took off his flannel slowly, and put it around Chrysthanthemums shoulder. "You seemed like you were cold." He said and smiled. "But...I'd really like to stay in camp for a while, teach some kids what it's really like to be a demigod. When I'm 24 or so, I'll get my own apartment here in New York. My Mom's apartment hasn't been sold yet, and it was in her will that I get it." He said and shrugged.