"Hey Aramis, can I talk to you for a second?" D'Artagnan asked as he laid on his bed.
"Sure." Aramis agreed, following D'Artagnan outside the dorm, "What is it?" He asked.
"Well, the thing is, I wanted some advice." D'Artagnan replied nervously.
"On what?" Aramis laughed.
"Well, I like someone, a girl." D'Artagnan confessed, "And I want her to like me too."
"And you're asking me because?" Aramis asked.
"I thought you were a lady's man?" D'Artagnan raised an eyebrow.
"And where did you get that from?" He laughed.
"I don't know, you just seem like one." D'Artagnan shrugged, "Anyway, can you help me?"
"I can try." Aramis replied.
"Thanks, so what should I do?" D'Artagnan asked helplessly, "She goes to this camp."
"This camp?" Aramis asked, shocked, D'Artagnan nodded grimly. "Who is it?"
"Constance." D'Artagnan muttered awkwardly, Aramis laughed.
"You have to talk to her!"
"And say what?" D'Artagnan exclaimed.
"I dunno," Aramis shrugged, "just be nice to her, I guess. See if she seems the slightest bit interested and then if she does, ask her out."
"Okay." D'Artagnan replied, rethinking the steps in his head, "Thanks." He smiled as they went back into the dorm.
"What was that about?" Athos muttered as Aramis walked past.
"Homesick." Aramis lied as he jumped back onto his bed. He felt honoured that D'Artagnan has turned to him for dating advice and no one else. He wasn't going to share his secret with anyone else.
"Come on Aramis, it's your go." Athos smiled, passing the bow and arrow to Aramis.
"Okay." Aramis sighed, taking it from his friend. Ensuring he was lined up straight, he shot the arrow and it landed in the centre of the yellow circle.
"Bullseye!" Athos shouted excitedly from behind him, "I said you wouldn't have forgotten it."
"Was that you Aramis?" counsellor Sylvie asked, making her way over to him.
"Yeah." He shrugged.
"Wow! That was amazing." She smiled, "Do you do archery?"
"Only at camp." Aramis replied.
"You're really good." She grinned.
"Thanks." Aramis smiled.
"He always has been." Athos called from behind.
"Well, you should consider taking up archery, Aramis. Your shot is one hundred percent accurate."
"Thank you, Sylvie." Aramis smiled, dropping the bow to the floor. It was the end of the day and Aramis and Athos were going to head back to their dorm to see their friends before dinner.
"It's weird. We've not actually been alone at all since you've been back." Athos pointed out.
"True." Aramis agreed, he looked at the tall trees around him, "Remember when we used to sit in here in the evenings, hiding from the counsellors?"
"Yes." Athos laughed, "Things have changed so much!"
"I know." Aramis agreed, he thought back, "I miss those days."
"Same." Athos agreed, "I'm not sure I miss hanging around with him though." He nodded towards Rochefort who crossed their path a little while in front of them, he spat on the floor when he saw them.
"Seriously though, what is his problem?" Aramis asked, annoyed.
"I dunno." Athos shrugged, "He was normal the year after you were gone, then after that he just started acting like this. He completely blanked all of us, and when he did talk to us he was always so rude."
"Weird." Aramis thought aloud, Athos nodded.
"So how's school?" He asked.
"Like everything else in my life," Aramis muttered, "bad."
"It can't be that bad, mate." Athos tried to reassure him.
"It is." Aramis sighed, "To be fair though, at least I'm not at home when I'm there."
"What's wrong with home?" Athos asked.
"My dad."
"What about him?"
"Everything." Aramis laughed, although it was empty, "He hates me."
"I'm sure that's not true!" Athos argued, "He loves you just like he loves Lance." Aramis raised an eyebrow. "Is it any different from what it used to be?"
"It's been worse since mum died." Aramis told him, "Everything's about Lance, he barely even notices I'm there, and when he does, he just moans at me."
"Well, you've got me." Athos nudged him in the side, "And hopefully we'll stay more in contact this time."
"Definitely." Aramis smiled.
