Something Fi$hy (Rainbow/Sandra/Strikr)

Alyssa woke up with a groan, lifting her head to messy blonde hair and a gross puddle of drool on her pillow. Checking the time and realizing she was nearly late to her post of border patrol, she rubbed her eyes and stretched dramatically before quickly hurrying (aka spending only 20 minutes choosing an outfit and putting on her makeup) and braiding her hair into a messy fishtail braid. She wore a pair of dark blue denim shorts and a top that had an ice cream cone with a variety of different colors and flavors.  Then grabbing her dagger and slipping on some sneakers, she darted over to the forest as quickly as she could, tripping and falling over merely her own feet into the clearing in which the two young men stood, her nose but one inch away from the sword stuck into the ground.
"Mruphow."

Fletch was suddenly brought from his empty minded playing by a voice he had never heard before. He stopped playing and turned his head to peer over his shoulder before turning his body all the way around so he was facing the person.
Standing in front of him was a boy with a pale face framed with longer black hair that fell straight. Fletch met the boys dark brown eyes with a grin etched onto his young looking features as the black haired boy forced the tip of his sword into the soft, unsuspecting dirt.
"That's the thing about string instruments you play with a bow," Fletch started. "You can play them with the bow, or play them like a guitar or a Ukulele!" For good measure, he strummed a few random chords that played a pretty sound under his whim. He replaced the violin in his homemade and modified clear case and shouldered the instrument with the bow comfortably.
"I'm Fletch." He stood and held out a warm hand towards the boy, figuring he was one of the demigods that Fletch was going to be sharing border patrol with. "I don't think we've met."

Their introductions were cut short by a blonde girl who had tripped over he own feet upon entering the clearing. She had nearly collided with the hilt of the dark eyed boys sword, still wedged into the ground. Fletch felt a twang of empathy for her, knowing exactly what it was like to be clumsy and constantly tripping over nothing but yourself. Fletch had a very unhealthy relationship with gravity, and it always seemed like he was being screwed over by it. The amount of times he'd nearly fallen into the sharply pointed heads of arrows in his own cabin was not something he'd like to admit.
Fletch hurried to help her up, offering his hand with his eyebrows turned up in a sympathetically to match his crooked smile. Up close, he recognized the girl as Alyssa Navario, a daughter of Athena. He hadn't had the pleasure of getting to know her very well, but he did know she was Quintyn's half sister who had a well known social status around Camp.
"Are you okay?" Fletch asked in a worried tone. "Don't worry, I totally know what it's like to trip over your own feet. I'm in a very one sided relationship with balance." Fletch kept his crooked smile on his face. He placed a hand on her shoulder and knelt down a little more to get down to her level, with his hand outstretched for Alyssa to take.

Out of the corner of his baby blue eyes, Fletch saw something come towards them. Unable to ignore it because they were so close to the border, he snapped his head to the side in attention to get a better look. To his relief it was only Eli and not some crazy monster stalking the border for a light afternoon snack of four unsuspecting demigods.
Eli was wearing his usual black getup complete with a band t-shirt and everything. Fletch gave him a short nod with a smile in greeting before turning back to helping Alyssa off the ground.

Alyssa smiled sheepishly, looking up before rising to meet who she'd be doing border patrol with. 
"Thank you, gravity and I don't have a great relationship either, clearly." She chuckled, "Yeah, i'm okay. Sorry about that." She patted down her pants to make sure there weren't any leaves or twigs left on it. She looked over to see a boy- namely Eli, whom she had briefly met before but hadn't talked much with-and that was pretty much the case with all of her border patrol squad, and she was happy to meet more people around camp.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Alyssa. Alyssa Navario, from the Athena cabin." She debated quickly in her mind whether she should hold out her hand for a handshake or not, and finally ended up with one hand in the air. 
"deh, uh, um...uh...nice, uh, violin." were her exact words.

The black haired boy introduced himself as Ashton after he had excitedly greeted Eli with a kiss on the son of Hephaestus' cheek. Fletch watched as Ashton laced his fingers in between Eli's, and couldn't help but let a giddy smile cross his mouth. Obviously the two were dating, and Fletch thought that was amazing. He was happy for Eli. How great was it that he had found someone who felt that way for him? Fletch sometimes found himself wondering what it would be like to be greeted like that, with a large smile and a kiss on the cheek. He thought about specifically being greeted like that by HIS crush. He felt his heart skip a few beats in his chest, so he shook his head to clear it. The son of Apollo stole another glance at the two as Ashton complimented his violin playing.
"Glad you liked it... And yeah! I guess when we're all ready we can hang out. I'm stoked to have you all here." Fletch held his happy grin on his face as he replied to Ashton.

Alyssa had gotten herself up and began to brush off her dark blue denim shorts to rid them of the dirt that might have gotten on her.
Alyssa then introduced herself to the others, giving her full name and parentage. She then proceeded to hold on of her hands in the air, which caused Fletch to raise in eyebrow momentarily in question, and stumbled over her words as she gave him another compliment on his violin. Wow, two in one day? Sweet! People around camp were so used to seeing Fletch with his violin that no one seemed to bring it up. Not many of them knew how important the instrument was to him, or how much he loved and cherished it. When he got comments on his trusty Baby, or the way he played it, he couldn't help but feel like a five year old being given the gold star. Fletch beamed with pride, unable to hide it and not really wanting to. He couldn't keep the wide smile from spreading across his features.
"Thanks!" Fletch took Alyssa's hand with a smirk and shook it shortly. It seemed like she hadn't known what to do with it, so in attempt to make things a little less awkward, he decided to help her out a little. Whether or not that actually worked, he had no idea.

Fletch's previous mental ramblings about his crush resurfaced to him as Eli spoke from his boyfriends side, causing Fletch to turn his attention from Alyssa over to his friend.
"So,Fletch,tell me,why didn't you ever tell me about Luke?" Eli asked, raising an eyebrow. The sarcasm used went completely over Fletch's head. The tanned boys cheeks flared a pinky red, and his smirk faded from his face. His blue eyes grew wide slightly at the question. Why was Eli asking him about Luke? Had Luke said something about him? Did Luke know? No. That was impossible. He had only told people he was confident in about his crush on his best friend.
"Tell you what about Luke?" Fletch asked quickly, sending a hand awkwardly to run his fingers through his messy cow-licked hair, while the other was stuffed into his pockets. "There's... Nothing about Luke to tell." Fletch directed his gaze to his feet, which could be plainly seen with the flipflops he was wearing. Gods, he wished he had a better pokerface. Why couldn't he be like Quintyn? She could get away with lying about the sky being green. Fletch tried to calm the sudden burst of nerves he felt about his irrelevant crush being outed to a group of people he barely knew. He didn't exactly want the whole camp knowing about it.
Fletch took a deep breath in and looked up, a small grin pulled at one corner of his mouth, the blush in his cheeks had nearly disappeared as he tried his hardest to mask what he was feeling and play it off as a no-big-deal kind of thing.

Before Eli continued, Fletch stuck his other hand in his pocket and looked around at the group, not wanting to linger his gaze too long, he looked forward.
"Uh, we should get going then," he said, beginning to walk and hoping the others would follow beside him. All he wanted now was to get this patrol started.

ooc: BUMP.
Guys please reply!
Right now it's Rainbows turn.

ooc: Sorry this has been such a long wait! ;_;

As Fletch began to walk, hoping the others would follow, he caught Alyssa's words.
"Oh really? Nothing to say?"
The tips of his ears turned a bright pink as he momentarily began to worry all over again about the whole camp knowing his little secret. If the whole camp knew, it was completely probable that Luke did.
In attempt to act normal, Fletch threw on as care-free of an expression as he could. He turned around, bringing his hands up to the back of his head as if he were laying on the ground and using them as a pillow. He was just in time to catch the wiggle of Alyssa's eyebrows.
"Nothing at all," he claimed with a crooked smile on his face. He turned around, dropping his arms back to his sides and began to walk the border again.

Fletch noticed they had all gotten out their weapons, so to be just as prepared as the rest of them were for a battle, he lifted his hand over his head to turn the tuning peg of his violin that triggered it's transformation. The instrument turned into a long bow and leather quiver that hung from his back with red feathers fletched into the celestial bronze arrow shafts. Some of the arrows were a little different. A few he had taken from the armory, and were fletched with plastic. Those were his special arrows, like exploding arrows, stink arrows, sonic arrows, you name it. He was satisfied that he had just recently gone and filled his quiver before heading off on this patrol.
Fletch had hardly ever encountered much trouble on his border patrols. With the wall Mr.D had refurbished, you hardly ever encountered a dangerous Nymph or Satyr. Still, Fletch felt safer with his bow hanging from his back. With the clear walls not masking the darkness of the forest, it wasn't as rare to encounter the beady, unstable stare of brainwashed Forest Folk as they watched you do your rounds. This was another reason he was glad to have a few other demigods patrolling the area with him. Usually Fletch just tried to avoid looking into the forest, but that didn't stop it's ominous, threatening vibes from radiating into the edges of camp.

Off in his own world, Fletch hadn't realized how quiet things had gotten between the four of them. He turned to look at the others.
"This should be a quick patrol... Things have been pretty quiet around the border lately. Have you guys been on many patrol duties before?" He hoped that wasn't a stupid question. He knew border patrols were aimed to be fairly shared around camp, so it was unlikely these guys hadn't been on one before. It wasn't so much that Fletch went on many official border patrols, but, seeing as the forest had been his favourite place to be in camp before Charlie had plagued it, he liked to stay close and keep an eye on things. He often walked it when he was alone just to see if any improvements had been made, whether it be a decrease in creepy stares, or a lightened energy around the area. He hadn't been noticing a lot of anything lately.
Suddenly, a bush rustled from inside the border. Fletch hesitated in his step and directed his baby blue gaze towards the patch of green leaves. He knew the border would keep them safe from any hostile forest creatures, but he liked to play close attention just in case a Nymph or Satyr wasn't driven out of their mind.
They hadn't made much distance from Thalia's tree, so it was curious to Fletch that a Nymph or Satyr would be so far from the depths of the forest where they usually stayed. The sound that came from the bush next surprised Fletch even further, driving his curiosity through the roof. Instead of the normal Hyena like cackle often heard escape the mouths of Nymphs and Satyrs driven by madness, a weak 'meow' rang through the air. It was followed by a noise that sounded like it would come from a dog. Soon afterwards, the bush began to rustle again, and through the leaves, a striking pair of sky blue eyes popped into view.