Grover is one of your closest friends, and you love being around him. but little do you know, he has the biggest crush on you.

of course he's not going to say anything about it though. you're so beautiful and he's just- well, a satyr.

the satyr scribbled down a piece of paper, hoping to write you a good love letter, which won't be sent anyway.

"lord pan- help me out. please." grover muttered under his breath, as you slept beside him in the strawberry fields.