gods, not you again.

miles really liked the mess hall. it was... relaxing. and... saying 'yummy' would be a bad pun. err. right? anyways. the son of briareus stumbles into the mess hall, crooked celestial bronze armor on, and trident goku in hand. when you come from a battle, you looked like that. well. let's just ignore the fact that miles was actually in a good mood. he plummets into a chair next to a table, grinning at a girl next to him. the girl blushes profusely and miles is sure that she doesn't know what to say. miles just carries on foolishly grinning at her, flashing her a bright wink that can make all girls burn to the ground. normally.

now don't get miles wrong. miles is 110 percent in love with maddy. nothing will ever change that. no one will ever deny that. nothing. no one. nada. no. nix. niente. miles is going to protect her and love her to the death. but miles just guesses old habits die hard. he's so used to flirting with girls. it's normality. it's not like he actually flirts with them and talks all flirty to them, but winks are still allowed, right?  

anyhow (for the second time now.) miles gets himself a large bottle of dr. pepper, some chips and a fried egg. weird combo, but miles didn't and will not care. no one could judge him now. he was way to happy. caught up in a bubble of positive energy. he munches loudly on his food, talking to his mates, when he sees him. bray. a name flashes in his mind. fleeting, yes, but still there. miles narrows his eyes a little to make out his features, just to be sure -- but yes, it's him. messy black hair, slightly shorter than miles' own hair, which was shaggier and even more messy, and grayish green eyes. miles found them kinda sad looking. miles shrugs internally, then smiles at the boy and gestures him over to the seat next to him. "ay, laddie! wanna sit?" he says with a full mouth, irish accent mingling with the hot fried egg in his mouth. miles swallows and sheepishly glances at the girl next to him, egg yolk covering his front teeth. miles doesn't mind. tis was all good.

two pictures:

Bray was in the Mess Hall for lunch, eating a hamburger. He planned to go swimming at the lake later, and maybe even stop by the beach. He hated the beach. He hated the populars at the beach. He hated nearly everything at the beach. But he still went there to surf and check up on Rin, his best friend- Rin was a dolphin, of course. Bray had hardly any human friends- or, whatever you would consider a demigod. Half god friends? Whatever. He took a drink of milk, before looking behind him. And guess who he saw?

Bray saw Miles Fellar, and automatically thought of Maddy. His deep sadness for the entire problem was kind of eating at his heart. He nodded as Miles greeted him. He grinned a bit. "Miles Fellar, nice to see you again. How's- how's Maddy doing?"" He held out a hand to Miles, to shake. He used to completely despise Miles, but that kinda wore off. Being mad at him just because he beat him to Maddy wasn't necessary. Bray now blamed himself. He blamed the fact that he was a complete coward.

Bray was about to say something about how he didn't mind smoking, but he didn't exactly smoke himself, when Miles started talking about the holidays and Maddy. From what he remembered, Maddy's mom was an actress of some sort or something along those lines. He didn't actually know she had a stepdad, though. He noticed how he commented it was amazing, and he felt bad. What if he ever told Maddy how he felt, and that factored in their break-up? He didn't want to make her conflicted like that.

"Miles, you're probably the best one to heard this out loud for the first time. I-I like Maddy. I don't care what anyone thinks of it anymore. So, go ahead, punch me, go off and tell everyone, heck, tell Maddy. I can't hide it forever." He stood up, closing his eyes, in case Miles was going to punch him.

"Luckier than you would ever know, Miles." He was a bit surprised Miles didn't punch him. He sat back down. "So, yeah, those rumors are true. But, anyway, let's not make this little confrontation about Maddy. Me telling the story of my pity isn't really necessary. So, anyway, Miles, are you interested in any sports? Are you on any sports teams or..?" In all honesty, he was just trying to make things less awkward. He kind of wanted Miles to forget what he said- or rather, take it lightly.

OOC: Delivery numero dos for Jake: