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New relationships are probably the most terrifying thing ever.

I mean, like, what if you fart and he just, like, kicks you out?

Okay, no, that's dumb. Anyways. You and Charlie have just become an 'item', and you're still nervous. Charlie's not bad or anything--he's actually super sweet--but you feel like you can't be normal around him.

Trying to talk? You stumble over every word.

Walking along the beach? You fall and get a mouthful of sand.

Even just watching a movie, you couldn't pick a casual enough position and were wriggling around the entire time like an antsy toddler.

But if Charlie's noticed your dorkiness, he's refrained from saying anything. In fact, whenever he looks at you, he seems more like he's staring at a painting, instead of a totally embarrassing person.

Tonight you and Charlie are in the Hephaestus cabin, hanging out in his underground room and playing video games. He is beating your ass, unfortunately, and with another round of Mario Kart under his belt he stands up and stretches.

''D'you wanna go get somethin' to eat? I think it's dinnertime.'' Charlie says, checking his watch before glancing back up at you.