Best friends. That's what you would say to someone who asked what you and Percy were.

And that was true.

Ever since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, things have flowed naturally between you. Conversation was easy. He made you laugh with the most random and unfocused conversations that were usually lost for a few seconds and then the topic would change completely. It was... simple.

Of course you were best friends.

You shared secrets. You hung out a lot. You had inside jokes that only the two of you understood. You could understand each other with a look. Best friends do that, don't they?

Best friends, his head said and Percy confirmed with pride.

It was normal for them to hug each other all the time. Percy's hunger for affection was perhaps just an excuse for it. Their afternoons spent picking strawberries in the field. Or together enjoying the sun by the lake. Spending the night at each other's cabins. This luck specifically breaking rules together because he I didn't want to sleep alone. Pajama nights. Furtive glances. Not-so-innocent touches. Shared kisses. That was normal.

"Percy, what are we?" That's what she asks him, verbalizing her doubts while she's on his lap with his arms tightly wrapped around her waist while his lips trace her skin leaving small marks as a personal souvenir.

"We're best friends, darling." He purrs without hesitation, tightening the hug with his sea green irises turning to you. There was something there that just seemed to deny it and suddenly "best friends" seemed like an incomplete definition of what you were.