Atti still found CC's high-falutin, pretentious persona amusing. He had known her since she was a little girl.  He knew this was not the real her.  This was someone she learned to be through the fame that her father had surrounded her with.  In his eyes, she was still the girl he knew growing up, remembering when all four of them used to sleep over at each others houses for the weekend, celebrating fourth of July every year together.  She made have this whole bitchy stuck up attitude now, but he could still see the real CC.<br/><br/>"Not cliche at all, CC.  In fact, merely traditional.  Of course, growing up all over, I'm sure you are no stranger to the idea that in Europe when you ask someone how they've been, be ready to hear everything."  He laughed and crossed his arms leaning against a tree "I guess I have been doing well, all things considered.  I hate that school I was coerced into going to, but what can you do, right? You adapt to what life throws at you."<br/><br/>As he looked at her, he really didn't care to ask her how she had been; he knew how she had been as he was sure Serenity and Robbie knew how she had been.  Her name was always popping up somewhere.  It was a moot question.  "What's say we go find that tree, huh?  I'm sure the names are weathered by now.  Maybe we can go put new ones in?"