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Though she didn't fully understand why James cut himself off, Charlotte knew there was more behind it. She knew that from experience. That not being able to say what you want or what you think feeling. It was always in the back of her head. She just nodded as he cut himself off, not prying on whatever thoughts didn't make it out of his head.

The next thing he said is what truly made her stop for a second and think. "like to help". He had said it so simply, like it was just something floating in the back of his head this entire time. The last few months had been hard on the girl. Coming back to her friends mostly gone, her Best friend leaving, punching her in the face, leaving and coming back. She had guys flirting with her that wouldn't leave her alone, people she barley talked to, siblings that only saw her as the boss. Yet he just wanted to help. He had no hidden agenda( that she knew of), no reason to help. Yet he wanted to. She smiled, a fully real smile. "I'd like that." she said, he face filled with that smile. Maybe he couldn't help now, but maybe soon he could.

Its funny how word blocks worked. Charlotte just drifted in her own thoughts, trying to find one word after another. Needless to say it didn't work and just ended up with her getting lost in her own subconscious. So lost she hadn't even noticed the boy that walked up next to her. She didn't jump, but she did shoot her head over at where the noise had come from. Oh it was James. At least she was pretty sure it was James.

She had been around long enough to know about the infamous doppelgangers. Him and another kid, Theodore or something like that, looked exactly alike. She usually could only tell the difference between the time of the year it was at camp and their mannerism. Whenever she saw James he looked like a small, over excited puppy.

"Oh hey." she said simply, giving the boy a small smile. "Sorta, just thinking really. What brings you out here?"

Ah yes, now Charlotte remembered why being cabin leader had sucked. Leader roles were always something she prided herself in, but some of it was just stupid. Cabin activities was one of them. She swore one more game of basketball and she was going to loose it. As she walked into the cabin, ready for a deserved nap she was stopped, well nearly bull dozed into by Lucas. She was glad he was back but boy did the boy. Well, he was Lucas.

She put her hand firmly on the younger boys head and turned him around, keeping him from running out the door. She couldn't see the candy from her view point but she could see Ash and knew that that her nap was out of the picture. "Care to explain?" She said,eyeing the two boys with a raised eyebrow.

Charlotte's always loved music, it was everything to her for the longest time but lately she couldn't seem to find any notes that would make her happy. All her muse was gone, she had plenty to write of, but whenever she wrote it wasn't to form meaningful lyrics. It was all broken in her mind, they didnt mix together for some reason. She decided the best thing to do would be for her to clear her head and take a walk.

Somehow she ended up in the fields. She had not idea how or why but it was peaceful and the crisp late fall air made it all worth the walk. Even in the harsher weather the plants still thrived, no doubt due to the Demeter and Dionysus kids. Ah, Dionysus. She looked around, she could pretty much envision where John had tried to ask her out. Her and Harper wandering the fields as she worked and she kept her company. Chasing her siblings around in the summer heat.

She smiled and looked up at the sky before finding a near by tree and sitting down. It was hard to imagine all the things that had changed in the last years but she knew it wasn't over. She started to write, forming her memories good and bad into what she felt and knew. It was her past, her memories. It was her own Masterpiece

Charlotte laughed when she said she wasn't cut out for California. She knew Harpers story well, and it was a tough story no matter the era. She smiled slightly at her old friend "I don't think any us are truly capable." She pretended not to notice her behavior, hiding her hand, it would be hard not to notice. Xenos and Harper, still couldn't wrap her head around that. Her best friend and the camp murderer(one of far too many).

"Probably better that he not be here." she said, not as warm as she spoke before but honestly. Xenos would probably never be welcomed at camp, even if he road in on a elephant with a gift basket, saying 'Aye sorry for all the trouble'. Yeah right. If she had her way she would shoot him up like a pin cushion, but Harper was well, harper. She couldn't do that to her. "Then again you made it back."