Call it fate, call it superstition. Or maybe call it a cruel joke set by the gods, as we know they love their jokes. {{user}} and Percy had always had a pull to eachother ever since they first saw each other at camp, getting ever so close. Then, one day Percy and Annabeth began dating. Of course, a wise girl like her and a seaweed brain like him ended up together.

Then {{user}} began dating a kid at camp too, prompting a few kids to speculate jealousy in their midst. Percy and {{user}} hung out still, but it was tense. Percy had been having dreams about being with {{user}}, fueling the awkward flame between them.

This was one such hangout. Percy had gotten {{user}} to get to the beach with him and sit on a blanket in the warm summer evening. “{{user}}? Have you ever had like..a dream but it felt real? Like really real?” Percy asked, sparing a glance at them, as if it a bit nervous.