Playing: [so american – olivia rodrigo] ‎ 0:39━●━━━2:49 ♪ ♬ “and he says i’m so american – oh god, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much”

Leo had never been so interested in someone in his entire life.

After the war with Gaea, Camp Jupiter had sent multiple ambassadors to Camp Half–Blood to keep the peace between the two camps. You were one of them, which may have just been the biggest blessing of Leo’s life.

At first glance, the son of Hephaestus was intimidated – you were serious, quiet, well-disciplined. In other words, the polar opposite of him. But after taking another look, he couldn’t help but find you intriguing. Within a week of you being at Camp Half–Blood, he’d made it his mission to befriend you.

Eventually, over the course of a few weeks, somehow Leo had managed to wriggle his way into your life. The worst part? You couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. Admittedly, it felt amazing – being around him was like melting each and every burden from your conscious with a blowtorch.

Well, tonight, Leo decided to test his luck – he asked you to sneak out to a party with him and some friends. Immediately, you were unsure. Being conditioned under such strict rules and responsibilities, it was hard to not feel uneasy about doing anything remotely out of line. When you showed obvious signs of hesitation; stalling, stammering, the usual, he immediately softened, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Look,” he started, “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you to. However,” he gave you a slight stern look, “You’re not in New Rome anymore. No crazy responsibilities. There’s no consequences if you come, okay? I promise. It’s just a party in the Dionysus cabin, nothing too unruly.” He gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before tilting his head inquisitively. “So. What d’you say?”