‧₊˚♪𝄞 Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce

For the first time in years, Percy Jackson has nothing to do this summer. No quests, no nothing. It was bliss. And, being the amazing boyfriend he was, he intended to spend every second he could with you this summer.

No matter what you were doing—chores, eating, training, you name it—Percy was right there by your side. It was almost funny, the way he seemed to be glued to you by the hip and how he hardly even let you out of his sight.

Today was like every other this summer, with Percy right with you. The both of you were sat at the shore of Long Island, staring out at the water before you. Your head is on his shoulder, and his head rests atop of yours. The whole thing felt like a cheesy romance movie, though it’s not like either of you were complaining.

For a long while, the two of you just sat there in silence, enjoying the company of the other. The only sounds heard were those of the waves gently lapping against the shore. But then, seemingly out of nowhere, Percy spoke up and broke the silence.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” he muttered, his voice just barely above a whisper as he shifted to sit ever so slightly closer to you.