So… I've been gone for what? A year and a half?

Yeah.

I bet y'all are like, shocked like, OMG, Willow is, like, NOT DEAD.

Yeaaaaah…

I have no excuses. Sorry.

This may be inconsistent a bit, cause, y'know, it's been a flippin' YEAR.

Oh well.

Hope You like! :D

After breakfast, Katie walked back to the cabin intending to take a nap. Once she walked into her cabin, she lay down on her bed, but couldn't sleep. She must have fallen asleep sometime, because when she opened her eyes, the shadows on her floor had shifted and the afternoon sun was shining in her window. She opened her door and almost stepped on a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums. Attached was a note. 'You have a secret admirer,' it read, 'Be at the beach at 7'.

She smelled the flowers and felt her heart beat faster at their subtle sweet scent.

She had a secret admirer.

Okay, this was serious. A serious job for the Aphrodite cabin.

NOT.

Where did that even come from? She was turning into a sap. But she could use the help. Pointers, really. How to not make a fool of herself. She could feel the excitement rising in her like a tea pot ready to boil.

But what if she was let down again?

Again?

Well technically, since she'd never asked anyone out, she'd never been rejected. But she had felt it. Hopes for one smile crushed by a blank look-right-through-you-stare. Hi's and quit hello's ignored. People dating other people she liked. Stuff like that. Yeah.

She wiped her nose on her shirt sleeve.

So, she was very inexperienced in boy-girl relationships. Punching was flirting. Of course, it didn't go two ways.

By this time Katie was a weepy, hormonal, teenage mess.

Maybe the Aphrodite cabin wasn't such a bad idea after all.

…

30 minutes later, Katie was seated in a chair having he hair combed by her French friend (Aphrodite's child of course), Séphora. Not Sephora, like the make-up, she would scold, but SEF-orah. See the difference? Oui.

"OUCH!" Katie hollered when the brush hit a huge knot.

"Vous stupides jardiniers américains ne se peigner les cheveux tous les jours, et regardez ce que vous obtenez! Un rat nid. Pourquoi suis-je pas surpris?" Séphora rattled as she threw up her hands. (1)

Katie was pretty sure she had heard "Stupid" and "rat nest" in there somewhere, but she decided not to ask.

Soon, her hair was combed at least, and hanging loose over her shoulders like a chocolaty velvet curtain.

Now for the dreaded part, MAKE-UP.

"Um, Seph, don't cake it on okay? Just a tad." Katie pleaded, wincing as Séphora turned with a large fluffy brush caked with more powder than Katie had ever used put together.

"Keep your mouth shut," the stylish advised.

Katie didn't ask why, and she was glad she obeyed. The resulting powder flying in the air was comparable to a large cloud.

She coughed.

"Viola!" Seph grinned, "no more pimples!"

She was right, the nasty red things were gone, and her skin looked tanner.

"Magic powder," seph said over her shoulder as she rummaged in a trunk, "Birthday gift."

Katie touched her face as though the perfect skin would vanish any second. "Th-th-thanks," she stammered, stunned.

"Oh, we are just getting started ma chérie," Seph grinned.

Katie gulped.

..

Four hours later, (they had eaten in the cabin) Katie was made-up more than she thought was humanly possible. Or demi-godly possible, for that matter.

Seph was muttering. "Pink? No. Red. Dieux No. Green? Maybe…"

She flipped through a seemingly endless closet (maybe it was!) and pulled out a green dress. "Oui!" Séphora said with sastisfaction.

Before she knew what was happening, the dress was on, and she was out the door, headed towards the beach. It was only 6:00, but she decided to get a head start on… whatever. (Excuse the time warp :P)

Sighing, she slipped off her shoes (high heels, ugh) and stepped onto the sand. The grains were warm and soft and comforting under her feet, like the old friend it was. This beach was her happy place, where she went to in her mind when she needed peace.

However, today on the sand lay a red checked tablecloth with a boy sitting on it, facing the setting sun and the ocean. Hugging his knees, the boy looked kind sad and lonely.

This was probably the person waiting for her. Her heartbeat quickened.

Stealthily, she crept up behind the silhouetted figure. When she was about two feet away, the boy said, "Hi Katie."

Mental Facepalm time. It was Travis? Seriously?

"How did you know I was there?" Katie sputtered, a bit shocked.

He lay down with his hands behind his head, eyes shut.

"Because I have awesome hermes powers you could nev-" He stopped. His eyes were open, and he was staring at the girl leaning over him.

"Preettyy…" he gaped.

She flushed.

He quickly shut his mouth and blushed. Mental Facepalm time for travis!

Awkwardly, Katie lay down next to Travis. They looked at the clouds in silence. How long she didn't know. It felt like hours. During these "hours" Katie processed. He- TRAVIS, was her secret admirer. That meant he really really liked her. A lot. And do you know what was worse? She liked him too.

"So," she started uncertainly, "You're it? My 'Secret' Admirer?"

He turned his head to her and flashed her a grin.

"Yep."

He was nervous. She could tell by the way his eyebrows were slightly scrunched.

She smirked. "You sure about that?"

He smiled for real. "Uh-huh."

Before she could think, she confessed, "I-kinda-like-you-too." That was easier than expected.

His eyes widened and he sat up.

"For Real?"

"Yup."

He collapsed in the sand again. "SWEET."

Katie rolled her eyes, but giggled softly.

"So what next?" she asked expectantly.

"I-I-I don't really know." He scratched his head. "I was thinking a watch the sunset type of thing." He grinned goofily.

"SO you're mister romantic now are you?" Katie poked him in the side.

"You said it, not me," He smirked.

She rolled her eyes again. "Whatever."

As the sun set, they slid into comfortable silence.

"I really do like you Katie. A Lot. Like, a LOT a lot." He spoke earnestly. "You're gorgeous, funny and level headed. You can hold your own in a fight, and look hot at the same time. You are honest and smart. You're down to earth girl, literally. And," he took a deep breath, "That's why I like you." He looked away shyly.

Katie felt like she had been struck by lightning. It couldn't be true. This had to be a dream, right? Right?

By now, they were sitting in the dusk, inches away.

He turned to her, a question in his eyes.

She blinked.

Yes.

The boy felt her answer, and closed the gap.

Her first kiss. It was soft and sweet, filled with tenderness.

She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. Not that she wanted to.

Thank you, Aphrodite…

When they pulled back, Travis pushed back his bangs. "Does this mean you're my girlfriend?" he asked cheekily.

She frowned and socked him in the arm.

He looked hurt for a minute, and then she burst out laughing.

They laughed together.

Unexpectedly, she kissed him again.

"Does that answer your question?" She winked.

"Why yes, Princess Katharine."

She raised her eye-brow. So that's what she was up to the little schemer. Figures. Oh well, all's well that ends well.

"You know, you're my first kiss," she mentioned timidly.

Travis was stunned. Seriously? He would have thought that as perfect a girl as her would have had some experience in relationships and stuff. "Was it worth the wait?"

She turned to him, eyes gleaming. "It was," she took a deep breath, "And you are."

And they all lived happily and fluffily ever after.

THE END!

So, what did you think? Took me long enough right? Haha!

Tell me what you think in a review! :D

(1)(You stupid American gardeners do not comb your hair everyday, and look what you get! A rat's nest. Why am I not surprised?)

P.S. I actually do have a french friend named Sephora (with and accent of course). She is awesome!

Love you sephie! (she hates it when I call her that, haha!:D)