Observing The World From a Single Lense.(Private)

Hayden wasn't sure why he was in the observatory today.  For one thing there was no heating in the observatory, he was basically sitting in a meat locker.
And the son of Zelos didn't really know how to cope with the cold weather. Living down under, Hayden didn't get Jack Frost nipping at his nose. So, per-usual, Hayden was in his winter clothes: gloves, three layers of assorted shirts, sweatpants, boots, an overcoat, and an oversized scarf. Needless to say he looked a bit odd.
So maybe that's why he's in the observatory; to hide from the ridicule h=of his friends. He knew he looked odd, but it's always ten degrees colder to him.

Hayden was playing around in a spinny chair in a corner with all the extra supplies. He didn't notice a new person in the observatory, but who could blame him? Spinny chairs are cool.

Hayden jumped at the sound of another voice. He was certain that there was no one else in here two spins ago. He put his hands on the sides of the chair, halting the motion.
"Sorry, sorry, so sorry."
Hayden bit his cheek, he didn't really like to get of on the wrong foot without knowing the person's name. It freaked the son of Zelos out that he could make an enemy that fast without really looking at the person's face.
Speaking  of faces, the face of the person staring at him was a face he has never seen before. Which was nice; he enjoyed seeing new people, despite possibly pissing her off already. Hayden ran his hand through his hair, he had a habit of doing that when he's nervous. This girl definitely made him nervous. "I'm Hayden."

Hayden leaned forward a bit, his mouth making an 'o' shape.
"Oh wow. I-I mean, not wow in a bad way. That's a pretty name. Er, a cool name. Or both, I mean.."
Literally Hayden is the worst at trying to make conversation. Normally, he would get into the conversation, say the right things..and then screw it up. He's just pretty bad at talking and it's annoying after a while.  
Play lacrosse? Go for it.
Sing a cute litte song? Hayden can do that with ease.
But talking isn't his forte. Talking to girls is worse. I mean, they're so...scary.
The worse thing for Hayden was that he found the girl the tiniest bit attractive. That's not odd, right?  First impressions he guessed. The son of Zelos continued to justify his thoughts as he adverted his eyes to a discarded telescope. If he could hide in his scarf, that would be great. It is pretty comfy.  

"Oh!"
Hayden smiled a crooked smile, "I'm Hayden Jennings." He was fairly certain he said something about his name earlier, but he shrugged it off. Plus now he had said his last name. It's more formal that way.
Hayden looked around the observatory, which by the looks of it no one has been in here for weeks. Everything was so dusty. It was pretty gross, to be honest. Which is why it was curios to the son of Zelos on why Ari was here.  No one in their right mind would want to be here by  choice right?
"Why are you here. I mean, not to be rude, but like the observatory is not the hot spot for teenage hangouts."
Hayden let out a small laugh. But it was true. If anyone wanted to hang out and have a good time, the observatory was not the best place to hold those events. What would you do here? Compare star maps?
Sounds exciting.

"I mean, this is a pretty nice place to avoid people. All, quiet and dusty and stuff." The Australian boy smiled a little, now crossing his feet.
Looking back up at Ari, he had noticed she apologized. If anyone needed to apologize it would've been himself. The swivel chair can be annoying sometimes. Or all the time.
"Do you want to talk about it...your bad mood?"

Hayden assumed that people liked talking about bad moods and things in that nature. Or just talking, really. Hayden had on one of those tiny smiles that could either look pretty cocky, or like a little puppy, however you want to take it. He was trying to be nice, but he has the social mannerisms of a five year old so he wasn't really sure how she would react.
He hoped for the best.

Hayden nodded slowly; he totally understood. Hayden is separated from his mother all year round. To be honest, he wasn't even sure if she was still living in Australia, oh whatever.
"I get it. My family's across the world, but it's ok I guess. Have you tried writing?"
Yeah sure, writing solves everything right? Take it from Hayden Jennings who never writes his own mother. And he's supposed to be the good child the mother favorites.
Hayden began to pick at his lower lip, one of his many nervous ticks. What if he said something wrong. He could've said some trigger word that would have her start bawling. A-And Hayden doesn't know how to deal with crying girls. Sure, he has a sister but that doesn't stop him from avoiding her when she cries.
Literally Hayden please stop thinking. Enjoy yourself, you're making a friend, friends are great.

"Oh," he said quietly. Hayden was trying his best to imagine Ari's mother. He would think that she would look very similar to her daughter. He had never seen a gypsy before, if you don't count the animated gypsy Esmeralda. He had no insight to what she was saying, he was no help.
The son of Zelos found himself staring at Ari when she had asked him a question.
"I mean I wasn't very good at geography, but I think so. I'm uh, from Australia. My mom and sister live there. I get to visit them a few times, but it's really expensive, y'know."
Does he miss his family, oh yeah, tons. But he's not going to sit in the middle of camp and play his guitar and ask for money. It seems like something he would do actually, never mind.  The teenager tried to smile, but it ended up looking pretty awkward.  He had heard that smiles are contagious, and it looks like Ari really needed a smile. Hayden really didn't have the same, mother abandoning experiences that she had, but he understood how that life changing that can be.
"I-I'm sorry." Hayden apologized. He seems to always apologize for things, some sort of habit for him. Which was a pretty weird habit.
Hayden Jennings found himself staring at her again, he quickly changed his glance, intertwining his fingers together. Gods Hayden. I mean, if he was going for the weirdest  kid award he would surely win it. Who stares at a girl twice in less than five minutes. Apparently people like Hayden does.

"It's really nice, I used to live like an hour from the Eureka Tower, it was awesome." Hayden grinned, looking down at his legs.  He missed home, that was apparent. But he liked it at camp as well. People were nice here, and friendly too.
His smile had faded, and his eyebrows knitted together.
"I know, it's just...a habit." He said sheepishly. Hayden bit his lip. He could've explained the whole thing,but he's not sure how to explain it exactly. Or maybe he's just a little too wimpy to explain it to her. The second one is probably the most accurate example.
Except now, for some reason, Hayden didn't want the second option.
"I.." he said slowly, trying to choose the right words for this, "you see, it's kind of an empathy thing. Like, I can't make it up to you for your mother, and I can't do anything in my power to change it. But, I understand your sorrow, I guess is what I'm trying to say." Towards the end of his rambling, Hayden did notice the end of Ari's staring. His cheeks felt warmer, but he didn't take mind to it. He was more preoccupied with his little speech thing. Hayden was pretty proud of it, he normally doesn't say anything remotely smart when he's rambling. But this, this was gold. High fives for you, Hayden.

Hayden laughed, "Thank you." The son of Zelos ran his hand through his brown locks, still grinning. Hayden changed his position, now sitting straighter, the boy was looking at Ari head on, as opposed to his view with his horrible posture. You would think his posture would be semi decent on the account of he was in band class for a few years. His teacher was insane, posture was his passion.

Hayden's grin widened when Ari talked about camp. "Camp is great! I-I mean, this whole country, it's amazing. They call Macca's McDonald's. The toilet water spins the wrong way, and that's pretty weird, but still."
Hayden always found America so interesting. They're just...so weird. And they get so hyped for the fourth of July, one of Hayden's friends hate the government and he was pretty patriotic that day. He's been here for four three years and the people have not failed to amaze him.
"Have you been here long?"
Have you been here long? Gods Hayden, how about you just go and tell Ari about changing the strings on your guitar.

Hayden shrugged, taking in a huge breath. Hayden didn't know what his feelings about America were, he just really enjoyed looking at the Americans. People watching, that's what his sister would call it. Except, the difference between Hayden's people watching and Hadley's people watching is that Hayden doesn't make snide remarks about the people walking. He just..observes. The teen is the silent observer;that could be a really good super hero name.

Hayden smiled, looking back up at Ari, "We were new at the same time. I went to an orientation...it-it wasn’t an orientation.” Hayden grinned a goofy smile,  “It was more of, pick on the unclaimed kid in the Hermes cabin. Those kids are ruthless...” He trailed off, finding himself staring again.
Why does he always have to stare. It’s not like he’s never seen a girl before. He lives with two women at his home. And the other gods cabin is pretty full of the female gender. It’s actually pretty scary. But, not to sound totally creepy or anything, but he...liked looking at her.
Okay, wait, backtrack. Hayden Jennings does not like looking at a girl. He likes looking at guitars and those sheet music that looks totally complicated but in reality it is super easy to play and he laughs when people look at the sheet music while he playing it(it’s a magical feeling) But girls, girls are...well, they’re something. Hayden doesn’t really know what.
There he goes again. Hayden Jennings keeps on staring. He needed to stop. How about he just stares at the telescope, close to Ari’s head...and now he’s looking at her face again. Dammit Hayden.

"Oh, um yeah. I haven't mentioned that." Hayden crinkled his nose, his god-father was a sore subject. He hated what he stood for; competition and junk like that. He hated competition because competition brings out the worst in people.
"My dad's Zelos, god of competition and stuff."  Hayden sighed, "Which obviously I am a total carbon copy of him." Hayden is so sassy. No, I'm lying. Hayden Jennings tries extremely hard to be nothing like his father. He played lacrosse for a while, but that was the only competition he allowed himself to do, and it got pretty competitive.  He hasn't played it in a while , which is pretty good for him. Hayden likes to stay calm and nice and he likes to sleep and avoid competition. And it works pretty well most of the time.

"What about you?"