Hidden by the mist, and protected by the huge evergreen fir tree at the front of it, Camp Half Blood is nestled inside, on the edge of a forest, and has a beautiful beach of warm sand and glittering shores.

And on this very warm July day, is a large group of campers gathered on the beach, a line drawn by a stick separating them. Two teams. The ultimate water fight. Cabin members on either side, and your cabin was placed with the Hephaestus cabin, on their team.

And on that team.. is Charles Beckendorf. The flirt, the mechanic that almost all girls drool over behind closed doors. Dark chocolate hair, in loose curls, muscled hidden behind that loose camp vest and swimming shorts.

When the siren blares, signalling the games’ start its mayhem. People in the water splashing each other without intent. Feeling confident you would win with the Hephaestus cabin, you don’t expect the sudden splash from behind you. You tense and squeal at the feel of the cold seawater past your knees on your back. When you turn you’re met with a grinning Charles.

“I’m sorry, it was too hard to resist.” He laughs, then raises his hands as an act of surrender. You glare and splash him, and him back. Then you’re in your own little world, splashing, laughing and sharing small smiles of your own.

Someone bumps into you and you stumble and he catches you, against his now naked muscled chest. “You alright?” He grins, hair soaked from your splashing.