This is a different kind of story. For one thing it's from the perspective of Caesar Alexander, for another it's a collaboration with silverhuntresses, but in this story we alternate every two to three sentences.

Simple plot? Caesar moves to New York for the summer and finds out about Octavian.

"Caesar! Get your butt moving and help unpack!" Sure, okay, I mean I was already unpacking mom, but whatever, I'll unpack. The house was bigger than before, there was no doubt about it. Do they need bigger house for their egos? Or just to avoid me safely? I could get lost in this house, which I hated. I'd much rather get lost anywhere else. Somewhere with people, it's been so long since I've interacted with actual people.

The silence was unbearable, which was unusual. If my parents and were in the same house, silence was the current coin. But I, desperately, needed to get out of that house. No one seemed to want me around anyway. Dad was still in Sacramento and mom had warned me to stay out of her way. So New York was mine, and I was immediately lost. I went out the main door, as Mom was unpacking gods know what in the kitchen. Luckily, I had managed to get a bike to be my transport. Otherwise, it'd be a long walk back home later... I was gliding, practically flying. For about three minutes, before I hit the wall of people and cars and noise. Suddenly, I wasn't really flying anymore.

New York was known by its traffic. And, by Apollo, that statement was so true! I was probably standing with the traffic at least ten minutes! And the people... This wasn't home, I was very lost in a sea of strangers. So, per usual, I just forced a smile. I managed to drive away from the sea of cars and taxis and people yelling at each other. I pedaled with all my might to get away. Soon, the yelling got confused with the noises of the street. If I called mom she'd be disappointed. So I continued deeper and deeper into the city. Then I got knocked down and trampled, but things never hurt for long... I got up, simply because I had to... Finally, I reached a street that was nice at sight. The street was wide and people looked friendlier than the ones in the traffic. I leaned against the nearest wall and watched people pass. Mom just wants me gone during the day. I can't just people watch all day. Some people were gathering in front of what looked like a store. They greeted each other and smiled before walking in. Should be nice, to be liked like that... Not that I didn't have friends, back in California. But I wasn't in California, and those people were hardly friends.

I decided to spy on the store's window. To see what it was all about... Maybe, it was fun and I could join, who knows? They didn't seem to mind me approaching, but I kept my head low just in case. Some people were... Sensitive. I didn't hear what they were talking about. All of them were smiling and laughing, pointing at the store. Probably, an inner joke...Since it obviously didn't involve me I was going to just walk away, but then a poster caught my eye. Art Class. Was that what they were laughing about? I stared at the window, considering my options. My Mom wanted me out of the house, so I could try it. If I didn't like it, or I was bad at it, I could always go search for something else to do tomorrow... I pushed the door open and went in, hoping at least for air conditioning. No luck.

"Are you here for the class?" I turned to see a girl that couldn't be older than 20. Red headed and full of freckles around her face. The biggest green eyes I've ever seen.

"Yeah."

"Alright, well, there's a fee." I pull out my wallet to pay. The girl smiled at me. I couldn't help to notice that she was cute. Too bad she was too old for me...

"How much?" We settle it, apparently I'm paying for at least three weeks of art classes, two times a week.

"You look familiar do I know you?"

"I don't think so. I just moved here." I admit.

"Ah, well, no one else will say it, so welcome to New York." Pretty and nice... Score.

I smiled. What else could I do? "So, um, do I need anything for class now?"

"Next time try to bring your own colored pencils and a sketchpad, but for today you should be fine. Sit down, you're currently one of my only four students." She looked a little embarrassed that there weren't more students, but I was pretty happy about the small class size- less people to fake out.

I noticed that there were a few stools in front of several sketchpads. I took seat on one that was closer to the door and further from the rest. I didn't care if I come out as shy, less chances to fake and/or get attached... No one noticed me anyway, except for the teacher. And she forgot to get my name. Class was nice though, I hadn't been interested in art before. I forgot to check the watch, eventually. I was in my own world, learning art. It was very easy to express like that... But then everyone was getting up to leave... So I did too. It was late-ish.

"Excuse me." I heard from behind me. I turned and see the cute-too-old-for-me-yet-young art teacher.

"You're excused." I'm doing it again, hiding behind jokes and smiles.

"Alright, smarty pants." She replies, no trace of annoyance whatsoever. "May I- no, can I know you name?"

"Alexander." Not, technically a lie...

"Full name?" I'm seriously considering lying to her. But, that wouldn't give me a chance with her. Not that I have one anyway...

"Oh full name? My bad, Caesar Victor Alexander. And you are?"

"Dare. Rachel Elizabeth Dare." She introduced herself, her hand out.

"Nice to meet you miss." I was blushing a little, and didn't take her hand.

She chuckled, not mentioning her hand out. "Please, don't. Don't ever call me 'miss'."

"Sorry, I was taught that was polite." She looked at me inquisitively, as if there was something about me she couldn't place.

"Well, goodbye Rachel." I turned around, ready to go back. Back to my new home. But, the funny part was, I didn't want to. Not really that funny. Even without dad my family was hard to face. Mom probably wouldn't even be there, I should get a dog.

"You look unsure..." Rachel pointed out the obvious. "Do you know your way back home yet?"

"I'll find it. I won't be missed if I don't." Why am I talking about this to her?

"What was that suppose to mean?" She asked, frowning her eyebrows. Seriously, why am I telling this to her?

"Nothing absolutely nothing!" Maybe I'm panicking. Vulnerability equals bruises- always.

She eyed me, like she was trying to figure me out. I seriously was panicking at this moment. Maybe...

I do the only thing I can think to do. I bolt, faster than greased lightning. And, yes, I get majorly lost. I looked around, trying to see something familiar. I gripped my bike's handle. I decided on following the flow of people. looked around, trying to see something familiar. Somehow even the traffic disappeared, and I was alone on my bike drifting nowhere. Finally I just called mom. She was ticked.

"Where are you, young man? Why are you calling me? Do you know what times is it?"

"I got lost." I croak.

"Ceasar?" Someone called me from behind me. I turned around and see my cute art teacher.

I lean against the nearest wall, exhausted.

"I'm alright ma'am."

She smiled, leaning with me. "I thought we agree no 'miss'... Or 'ma'am', for that matter..."

"Well, Rachel, I assure you that there is nothing to be concerned about here." I don't need pity, nothing is wrong. Everything is more than okay. She eyed me again. She tended to do that a lot. I'm not that interesting to look at.

"Did you need something?" If I make this about her I'm safe. She won't see into me, like I hear girls are able to.

"Well, for one, you look lost. Besides, you ran in the direction I'm heading. Two birds, one stone, someone would say..."

"I'm not lost."

"I heard you tell your phone you were lost." Alright Caesar, calm down and figure out your lie.

"I just wanted to see another part of the city...?" OK, for starters, that's the worst lie you ever thought. And, why did you end it like a question?!

"Caesar, how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"And where do you live?" If I knew where I live now, I'd not be lost. Right? I say nothing, just grab my bike.

"I'll figure it out. Thanks. " Just in case, I start going the direction I came by. Suddenly, things started to look a little familiar. I sighed in relief about it. I got home ten minutes later. Mom wasn't the yelling at me type, and dad isn't here.

So I just went to lie down among the boxes in my unpacked room. Inwardly, I was glad that I was alone. But, being alone sucks. Sucks a lot. Being alone is better than being with my parents. Being with my dad. I practice what I learned in art class and try not to think about it, I really do need to get a dog, but mom would kill me.

Hope you enjoyed! Chapter two soonish... Yayyyyy!