finding the right path ((private))

Patrick grinned, knowing his charm had worked. "You're welcome." He told her coolly, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets. "Kyla O'Shea...damn, that sounds like a name that would become famous one day. Just saying." He winked at her and chuckled lightly. He hoped this girl wouldn't see right through him. He needed some kind of help getting through this camp, because he honestly did not want to go through it on his own. People would think he was some kind of an outcast, or just someone who doesn't know what he was doing. Oh no, that would not be good for Patrick's reputation.

The thought of his brother came to mind and he thought, just for a moment, what his brother would do. Patrick quickly pushed the thought away, reminding himself that he was his own person. Marcus may of been a better guy than he was, but he definitely was not gonna let that get to him. He was off in college, and Patrick was right here. A fresh, new place, with fresh and new people. Just when things couldn't get worse, the memories of high school over came him, and he immediately became homesick.
He had a lot of friends there, he hooked up with half the girls there..and now he's stuck here. A place where absolutely no one knew him.

He decided he was gonna make a name for himself. "So..Kyla. I'm new here, and I was wondering if you would help me out? I know a pretty girl like you would know around this place."

Patrick flashed a smile. "Yeah..I would like that. I just wanna know the basics around here..y'know, kinda get the feeling of where everything is." He stood up, slinging his duffel bag strap over his shoulder.

"I'm not pretty, you don't have to pretend I am." she had told him, and he stopped in his tracks. God dammnit. He hated it when girls said this about themselves. He was a bit judgmental when it came to girls, but this Kyla chick was actually pretty cute, and he didn't want her to feel that she wasn't. He already feels insecure about himself, and it sucks. He looked Kyla straight in the eye and shook his head.

"No, Kyla. You are. Don't say that you aren't, 'cause then you're lying to yourself. And that's not a really good thing to do." His voice softened, and he gave her a little reassuring smile. "Now come on, I need a tour before I end up doing something stupid," He joked, sticking out his hand to help her up from the bench.

Patrick shrugged as if it were no big deal. "Its the truth." He pulled her up with ease, but continued to hold her hand. "How about you show me where the Aphrodite cabin is? That's..apparently my Mom, and I gotta drop off this bag." He pointed to his bag with his free hand. "Then, you can probably tell me other places around here that'll be fun. Sound like a good deal?" He decided that hanging out with this chick would probably keep him occupied while he also figures out what to do around here. Plus, she seemed nice enough to help him out.

He thanked God..or well..'the gods' silently that he found some help. He noted to himself that he had to ask her to somehow teach him about the mythology or whatever. This was the first time that he had ever wanted to be taught something.

Patrick glanced over at the cabin she pointed to and blinked, his mouth gaping. Those were some pretty hot girls-Wait. Those are my sisters, dammnit. Control yourself. This was getting too weird. First, he called his Mom hot, then he calls his sisters hot. All of this was hurting his head. Patrick rubbed his forehead, groaning under his breath.

"Ah..uh, thanks." He muttered, walking towards the cabin, dragging Kyla with him. As he got to the front, he studied it all around. It was very neat, and smelled of perfume and cologne. He recognized the cologne smell as Old Spice because that was one of his favorites.
Great. He was about to meet people that were just like him.

"Wait right here, Kyla. I'm just gonna drop off my bag." He winked at her and let go of her hand, then walked into the cabin of love and beauty.

As he stepped inside, he saw that the cabin was flourished and lush with well known brand name stuff. It felt as if he had landed in some kind of a sorority girl movie. He quickly dropped off his bag towards the nearest bunk towards the back, which was the only one empty and got out of there as fast as he can.

It was too overwhelming in there. It felt too much of...him, which he would of loved because of his prideful self, but it was just too overwhelming for him now.

"..That's one interesting cabin." He told Kyla as he approached her and grabbed her hand again. With a smile, he squeezed her hand affectionately, putting the charm back on.
"So, any ideas where to go first?"

Patrick laughed and nodded. "Yeah, the perfume was kinda getting to me. I'm used to the cologne smell though. Damn, that's my favorite one they were using in there." He wondered if he even brought his Old Spice cologne with him.

"I actually expected all these cabins to look like log cabins." He looked around once again at all of them, and shook his head with an amused grin. "Yeah, I was definitely wrong. The Aphrodite cabin is filled with good looking people, y'know, like me." He boasted with a shrug.

"Do they have some kind of a cafeteria here? I'm pretty starved since I got here." His stomach rumbled and he instinctively placed his hand on his stomach. He was craving a cheeseburger, or better yet, a burrito.