Justin was on his way to a place in camp where he has never really been before: the volleyball courts. He never felt like doing sports, he was good looking enough the way he was. Justin Skyler.. But then he remembered words of his brother Aaron. "Not pretty enough to be a model," This was true, he had won, Justin had lost. Cody and Seth and other people were getting under his skin, making him doubt who he was. he was Justin. But in the end, who was Justin? Justin ran his hand through his hair and walked onto the courts.
This Justin, had a toned body. But it was never enough. It could be better, which is why he ended up here. Maybe if he did some working out here, he'd feel better. Of course he'd feel better. He was fabulous after all, right? Justin just wondered how fabulous other's thought he still was. He had won Mr. Demigod after all, which meant that people did think he was something right? People knew his name, people knew who he was. He was kind of popular with the girls and guys too, or at least that's what he thought. He had changed a little bit in this camp. He knew for sure.. he was going to be loyal to Monny. He liked Monny a lot, and unlike his relationship with Isobel.. this wasn't purely based on lust.
Or at least that's what he thought. When Monny first came to him, randomly kissed him.. Justin had wondered who the Hermes he was. And he never expected him to be... so mysterious. Monny knew a lot of thinks where Justin didn't have any knowledge about. He knew Monny had more behind his eyes than what he told Justin. And that was okay, it was all okay. As long as he didn't kiss anyone else. Justin and his kissing urges. He still had them, of course. He just.. tried to resist him. This is why he kissed Monny over and over again when he was with him.. Maybe not the smartest move.. but he hadn't heard any regrets from Monny whatsoever.
He grabbed a ball and walked over to the net. He had never really played volleyball. He never felt like doing sports.. But he wanted to be in shape, so he had to do things like this. Who knows, maybe he'd find someone else who didn't think he was shallow. 'Cause he was really not. He was just.. pretending to be. Out of experience. Maybe he shouldn't.. pay attention to the girls back in Miami. Everyone here was different, everything here was different... He took off his shirt and put it on the sides. Okay, who was going to join him?
VOLLEYBALL! Sidney had wanted to play Volleyball ever since he got to camp, but there was no one around ever to play. Now, he saw someone on the court and that made Sidney happy. So happy that his usual hand walking simply would not suffice. So he did back flips over to the spot, making sure to stop right in front of the other demigod.
"Hello!" Sidney tilted his head at the demigod in front of him. "You wanna play? I used to play volleyball with my friend Bertha and it's a really fun game. Are you any good? I'm okay, but I could never beat my friend Bertha. What's your name? My name is Sidney, but you can call me Sid. Why aren't you wearing a shirt? It's not that hot? Is your shirt itchy? My shirt isn't itchy."
He looked down at his shirt. It was just a thin yellow tank top. "So do you want a hand shake or hug, usually I hug new people, but some people are weird about that. I once hugged this girl and she ran away screaming. I don't think I smelled bad. I smelled like I smell now. Unless she doesn't like the smell of soap. Do I smell bad? Do you like the smell of soap. I don't like the smell of carrots. But I like the smell of pudding. Do you like pudding. I have a theory that people that don't like pudding are soulless vampires bent on world domination by sucking the joy out of life. Do you want yo suck the joy out of life?" He tilted his head again at what would seem to be an impossible angle. He was very serious. He could not play volleyball with a soulless vampire.
"You have really big lips. My friends Bertha's mother had regular sized lips and then she went to a doctor and came out with really big ones. She looks like a fish now. Did you go to a doctor. "
"Well if we are going to do this, we might aw well be even." Sidney did a back flip in the air and in mid flip pulled off his shirt before landing on his hands. He hand walked over to the other side of net. "You can serve first."
Justin looked around when he heard a happy 'hello' coming his way. Alrighty then, he hadn't met this one yet he believed. He had seen him at the Mr. Demigod competition of course, but he was way to focused to even pay attention to other candidates. And look where it got him? That's right, at the top. If Aaron even knew about this he would probably be proud.. even a little maybe? He shrugged and listened to the guy talking. Was he talking that fast or was Justin just a little tired?
"I'm Justin, nice to meet you," he said. When he wanted to make a comment about his not-so-great-volleyball talents, he had already moved on to another subject. Sid huh? Alright, that wasn't hard to remember. He wasn't stupid, he just wasn't that great with names. That could happen right? Though people should remember that Spanish girls don't like it when you get their surnames wrong. Like how he called Isobel, Isobel Perez once, instead of Lopez. She was so furious that Justin was a little afraid of her. But Sid was just easy. "N-no.. I just.. wait. Yes. Yes it's hot in here, definitely," he was referring to himself in a way. Only it wasn't that easy to admit that, should he? Should he not? Maybe. Just wait until he figures out what kind of person this Sidney guy is. Maybe he wasn't bothered at all by Justin's mysteriously enlarged ego.
"Either way is fine by me," Justin said. Honestly, he couldn't care less if people hugged him or not. Back in Miami girls mostly greeted him with a kiss. He didn't mind that either so, why would he mind now? It was just a normal habit to him. Soap? Seriously? After all those great inventions of fragrances for men and body lotion and skin care products and he still smells like soap? Well, there wasn't exactly anything wrong with the smell of soap of course.. though there was so much more modern things for men.. like... so much. He kept his friendly expression and looked at the fellow demigod.
"I like pudding," he said. "If it's fat free of course." He didn't want too many products with fat in it. It was hard enough to keep in shape without those things. He pinched a piece of skin on his toned stomach and decided that he needed to train harder.
He brought his hand up to his lips as Sidney talked about those. That was the whole reason why Aaron had what he didn't have. But then Justin had always told himself that his lips were made for kissing, nothing else. Which is why it was his great talent. And it was also why he used chapstick that often. But yeah, it did hurt him that his lips were so big and he just hoped that it wouldn't stand out too much. He dropped his hand again, didn't want too look too vulnerable. He had now learned that people in this camp would take great advantage of that and he hadn't planned another fight or something like that. "I didn't.." he said softly.
Then he watched as Sidney did an amazing trick in midair to get rid of his shirt. Alright that was cool, really cool. He must be very athletic. He looked at him, he looked good. More than good, though he shouldn't be looking at that... "And how do I do that?" he asked the guy, since he had never played volleyball ever..