A/N: The gown on the side is how I imagined Bells' gown to be like but it's not as fat as that lol xD
The picture just got squished when I uploaded it :P
Bells' POV
I couldn't stop gazing into Mark's unexpected eyes. They held something that nobody but me could read...fear. Yes, he was scared. My Mark was scared, and I didn't like it. Mark has always been the brave one, when we were little, he was the one who told off all the bullies and even the teachers on some occations.
I remember my first day of school, that was how we first met. I was being picked on by all the gorgeously annoying, popular, teacher's pets. They were teasing my hair which had been in pig tails and wouldn't stop laughing. Honestly, I thought my hair made me look very cute but it seemed as though I was mistaken. Then, like a knight in shining armour in the shape of a toddler...the cutest toddler may I add, saved me from all distress.
I even remember his exact words to me after he had scared them bullies off. I was clearly crying and refused to look at anyone.
Mark gently tapped my shoulder and I slowly lifted my head. "Here, I made this you for. I think your hair is the pwettyiest hair in the whole world." Those words. It is sad that I still remember those words? Then, he hesistated before holding out a paper from behind his back. "I made this for you. See, it's you and your pwetty hair ,and flowers, and the sun, and my favourite chocolate ice-cream and me."
I quickly wiped away my tears and cracked a smile. He was a terrible artist but he had the sweetest heart ever. I accepted the piece of paper with a rosy tint to my cheeks and mumbled, "thank you."
"It's okey," he said, smiling widely, showing all of his teeth but there were two missing. I found it made him look even cuter. "My name is Mars, but you can call me Mark because you're really, really pwetty with the pwettiest hair in the whole world." I laughed every time thinking how he couldn't say his own name, he simply used to say Mars, right up until grade three. Now whilst thinking about it, I think Mark used to say Mars deliberately, whether or not he understood it.
I shook his hand with a playful grin of my own and said, "My name is Isabew, you can call me...-"
"Bells!" he interupted with an excited shine in his eyes.
"I like it, ok," I blushed.
I snapped out of my little memory flash and quickly blushed and hid my face. Oh for the love of Pete, please tell me that I wasn't staring in Mark's direction for who knows how long. I ate my food quietly, lost in my own thoughts. I felt lonely in a way because I didn't have Mark anymore nor did I have a cabin to hang out with. Cabin #11 was great don't get me wrong but...I was not claimed yet and it pulled down my self esteem a bit.
At least Mark seemed happy, Ares cabin, who'd have known? Please...it was obvious now when I thought about it. He seemed happy so I should be happy for him, right? I was starting to miss my family now, I wonder if they were thinking about me? Did they even cry? I don't know, I hope not in a way because I was a demi-god, so camp was the best place for me.
Suddenly halfway through sipping on my diet coke, a strange sensation tickled my stomach. I ignored it and carried on drinking but then I began to see a faint, but thick red haze surrounding me and only me. I immediatly began to panick.
Somewhere, I heard a feminine voice cry out, "look!"
I wasn't prepared for the dramatic results.
Marcus' POV
"Look!" I heard a voice call out.
I lazily followed everyone's eyes and almost choked on my own spit when I saw what was happening. It was Bells. She was hugged by a light, red cloud which almost looked like a large whiff of designer perfume.
Then when it cleared, I could have sworn my heart nearly stopped.
She. Was. Beautiful. Yes, I was describing my Bells. Her delicious honey blonde hair had grown, right down to the back of her shoulder blades, her hair was glossy with a healthy shine and was wavy. Those golden strands reminded me of a cascading water fall, filled with the sun's tears. I always knew that she had a beautiful face but now it looked damn immaculate. Her soft, blue eyes were lined with thin black eye liner (I think that's what they are called) and her eyelashes looked amazingly longer and curlier than usual. She had always had perfect skin, not a single black head was in sight, her cheeks had a rouge touch upon them and her radiant lips looked fluffy and pink.
Bells was also wearing different clothes. Her old outfit was gone and was instead replaced by a magnificent greek gown. It was long, crimson in colour and made out of linen possibly. But the straps at the back of the gown were gold and so was the one under her chest. If anyone said she was not the most prettiest girl they had ever seen, they must be blind, stupid or a combination of them both. I reckon she could even shame the great Aphrodite herself.
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