Briareus bros (private Jake)

Lysander was at the beach, just doing typical Lysander stuff. Surfing was his top priority at the beach, and honestly, it was his favorite thing to do here. He had to go study in the library later, so he couldn't be here for long. He ran a hand through his long hair, with a surfboard in hand. He looked around, seeing Miles Fellar, his brother. Lys sonewhat knew him, but also somnewhat didn't. He didn't know, everything with him was awkward. He approached Miles. "Hey, Miles. It's Lysander, you know, you're brother. Um, well, uhm, would you happened to see Arian here, the Apollo girl? I mean, not that I want her to be here, I just wanted to know if maybe you saw her." He looked around. "Aren't you Irish?" the random curiousity of Lysander showed.

"That's too bad. I mean, what? Anyway," he chuckled a bit nervously, "that's cool. Irish people, I mean. Do you like alcohol and stuff? I mean, not to be mean or stereotypical, I just meant that...please don't try to beat me up." He thought about the best combination ever, an Irish Dionysus kid. Well, there would go the entire camp. He was not an alcohol drinker at all, and he thought alcohol was stupid, but he was just trying to be nice while satisfying his curiousity if Irish people really did like alcohol. Lysander looked out at the waves. "Do you surf, Miles?"

Oh, great. He smoked too? He also got his name wrong, twice. Lysander resisted getting angry, and decided to let it go. "Maddy? So I'm under the impression you and that Dionysus girl are a thing?" he knew they were, he heard the populars talking about them all the time. But he just wanted to hear it coming from Miles. "First of all, my name is Lysander, but if you can't say that, then call me Lys. Second, you smoke too? Do you want to die before you turn 40? And third, is smoking even allowed in camp?" This guy was alright, but he was making the wrong decisions. One day he would meet a nice girl Arian and they would marry and have children. He wanted everyone to have this peaceful mind about life- not going into clubs and getting drunk and partying.

Lysander felt the puff of smoke in his face. He at this point was about ready to punch him square in the face. "A long time, I see. I'm sure you and your other girlfriends would agree on that, right? You might last all of your teenage years. You might be in love your entire youth. But, I promise you, if you're still 35 and have kids with this Maddy and you're still smoking and drinking, well, I'm sure you know what a divorce is. And then you'll end up in some club and I'm sure we know where your life goes from there." Goody two shoes? His hair was not that long, it only went to his shoulders or so. Rules are meant to be broken? Well, at least Lysander knew now that cliche teenage movies were his inspiration. Yeah, no. Rules are meant to be followed and disclipine you in life. Not to say a party or anything isn't fun every once in a while, but ever night? That's a perfect example of how rules disclipine you, he thought. To finish it all off, Miles basically insulted his name and told him he'd been smoking since he was sixteen, his age. Lysander rolled his eyes. "What do you plan on becoming? Do you plan on going to college? How will you manage you and Maddy financially in your late twenties and beyond?"

"There it is! Swaggy boy arrogance coming through! Quite confident Maddy will say yes, huh? Quite confident that after a few years of college and being away a lot, things won't change? Look, Mr. My-Life-Is-Great, dreams don't always come true. I have hopes about the future, like being a famous scientist or being in the NBA, but what's the chances that that will happen?" And then there was Arian's name in their conversation. "I- I don't like Arian. She's just a good friend of mine. But, you don't know what it's like to be friends with a girl, do you, Mr. My Life Is Great, you just start being you. Name all of the girls in this camp they are your friends and you've never once flirted with them. My life will be good, because I have structure and organization and I'm hard working. What makes you even think you'll get into college? College requires over a 3rd grade reading level, Miles, you don't just send in an application, they accept you, you kiss Maddy, and then in the background a guy starts singing don't stop...BELIEVING."

Lysander didn't know what the literal heck just happened. He just saw Miles start to scream at him, then go into the ocean. Maybe he was one of those water deity kids who just liked the underwater? Used it to get calm? And, Lys swore he saw something on Miles' neck-- he realized how weird his life truly was at that moment. But, certainly Miles didn't just run off without saying anything? Something fishy was going on ((pun intended xD)) here. He quickly ripped off his shirt. He'd worry about surfing equipment later. Wearing nothing but his swimming trunks, he dived into the ocean water. He could breathe underwater, so it wasn't all that much different but being on land. OKay, he lied, it was totally different than being on land. He looked around for Miles. He saw a fish swim nearby.

Have you seen a boy in here, about 6ish feet tall, black hair? he said to the fish.

The fish looked at him confused. What?

Oh, nevermind.

Lysander heard something talk, and it was weird. He looked around for Miles once again. He then saw him, and swam down towards him. When he got down there, he saw sharks and Miles was...not Miles-y. Some weird power, most likely. He just crossed his arms, not saying anything. He wanted to know what was going on here.