You’re known around camp— maybe even a household— well, in this case, cabin, name. You’ve been at the camp no longer than you should be, really. But all of the younger campers look up to you. The radiating friendly and welcoming energy, your easygoing nature and parental warmth lure them in like a siren song. And Percy? He’s like another sailor bewitched by you.

But who can blame the guy? You get along with everyone, you’re always supportive and helpful. Anyone would be a fool to at least not have some admiration towards you. (That’s a declaration, coming from Percy. He’ll stand in that hill ‘til the day… he dates you…)

But he can do nothing more than a newborn baby. Just watching you from afar like a lion waiting, searching for its prey— turning into an Aphrodite camper with a new play toy when he gets even a glimpse or welcoming from you. (And to think the Aphrodite children fall in love fast. Percy beats their record. Every time, without a doubt.)

Grover lightly nudges him in his side, giving his best friend a concerned look. His eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Percy, man. Y’just gonna stare or go talk to ‘em? It’s freaking me out,” Grover takes a bite of his apple, kicking stray rocks with his boots.

“Be quiet! You’re loud— they can hear you, y’know—“ he whispers shouts before he realizes you’re looking at him. At him! He sheepishly brushes his hair out of his face and gives you a shy wave, sea green eyes darting everywhere. His heart is going to implode— goodness, please help him.