Just something short and fluffy I wanted to write. Chrisse obviously. (:

"Clarisse?" Sounded a tentative voice behind her. She'd been hacking away at dummies for hours now, she was covered in sweat, her hair was pulled back with a blood red bandana, and her eyes spoke of determination. She was ready to gut whoever was disturbing her training session, until she noticed who it was.

"Chris? Wait, what are you doing out of the basement? Did Seaweed Brain let you go, 'cause I will kick his ass, son of Poseidon or not."

She was too busy worrying about 'crazy Chris' being out here, that she hadn't even realized he'd called her Clarisse, instead of Mary. Chris took a few steps towards her, prying her spear from her hands, placing his hands on top of her shoulders, forcing her to look him straight in the eyes.

"Clarisse, it's me. Me."

Her brown eyes widened in shock, her eyebrows raising until they touched the edge of her bandana.

"Putain! It is you!"

She flung herself at him, not caring she was sweaty and stinky and sticky. Her Chris was back, but… if he was back, he would not be her Chris. He would just be Chris Rodriguez, undetermined son of a God, living in the Hermes cabin, going back to his old life, which did not include Clarisse. She released him quickly, knowing she could not get attached, patting his shoulder awkwardly.

"Well, if it is you. Congratulations, I take it Mister D. came back?"

Chris nodded, not quite understanding her sudden cool attitude. Clarisse backed up, picking up Maimer II, ready to leave the arena, she needed a shower anyway.

"Wait, Clarisse! Why are you leaving?"

Chris was behind her in seconds, looking at her with those big, adorable eyes, which she could not resist.

"Because now you are back, the real you, I'm not necessary. I was not part of your life before, why would I be now? You should go to the Hermes cabin, I'm sure they'll be happy you chose the right path." The corners of mouths pulled down slightly, but she turned her head away from him, knowing it was none of his concern, whether she hated not being the most important thing is his life anymore. It was not her place to be, her place was a head of Cabin Five, fighting alongside her siblings, not alongside a boy who did not return her feelings.

"Au revoir, Chris. Je ne suis plus une partie de votre vie."

She waved at him, sighing softly, she was too engrossed in her thoughts to hear him going anywhere, probably running off to his friends. But she was soon twirled around, chapped lips finding hers, large hands placed on either side of her face, holding their lips together as if she was the air he needed to breath, and right then, that was exactly so.