Mount Olympus

Rayah

I smile and criss cross my legs, sitting infront of him. "Then read some to me."

Jace

I glare at Nic and he chuckles, leaving. Once he's gone, i look back at Rayah and slip the notebook back out.

"Pick one then," I hand it to her.

Rayah

I take the book and flip through it, picking the third one. "Read this one to me," I smile, handing it back to him.

Jace

She picks the third one and I sigh, reading through it before clearing my throat and pulling her on my lap so I won't have to speak as loud.

Invisible,
to all but one.
Inexplicable,
to everyone.
Irreversible,
this curse to some.
Addicted,
to my own poison.

"Really?" I look back up at her.

Does she even know what it's talking about?

Rayah

I glance at him. "Fine..." I flip through it again. I pick the eighth one this time. "That one looks sweet. I like it. Read it to me," I smile.

Jace

I sigh and flash a smile at the one she picks, shaking my head.

Pools of emerald,
seas of green,
golden locks,
with a mean streak.
Flashes of red
and a snippit attitude,
know all of me
like I wish I did you.

I read it to her softly and wonder if she gets it.

Rayah

I smile at this one and sigh. "Amazing. I could never write anything like that," I smile wider.

Jace

I smile and try not to burn anymore red, "You could if you wanted to. You just need the right muse."

Rayah

I narrow my eyes at him. "I write songs. Not poems," I say, smiling. "I write them in my journal. That's why Cupid always reads my journal," I sigh.

Jace

I smile, "Poems are songs, just shorter. And I want to see these songs of yours."

Rayah

I nod. "Okay. But they're at my house," I remind him.

Jace

I nod, "I know. We can head over when you're ready to and everything."

Rayah

I nod, "But Cupid probrably has it. In the meantime..." I take the book and point to another poem, the fifth one this time. "You're reading me this one."

Jace

I flash a smile and sigh, reading over it before clearing my throat again.

"It's depressing," I warn, looking up at her, "I was..in a mood when writing it."

Rayah

I sigh again. "Then pick one you want to read to me," I tell him.