Percy Jackson was the ultimate prize. Anyone's dream, and as a longtime friend of his, you weren't immune to his charms.

Certain things should be forbidden. That delicious ice cream. Chocolate chip cookies. A rainy day with the comfort of soft blankets and hot chocolate. And of course, Percy Jackson's stunning and ridiculously handsome smile with those sea green eyes of his.

Absolute temptation.

For his happiness or unhappiness, he was an oblivious idiot who only knew how to smile and speak painfully about the same girl who messed with his head. Okay, maybe it was understandable. Athena's daughter, Annabeth Chase had her attractions, a beauty that was too rudimentary and something charming in that proud and harsh attitude.

And he was immensely fond of her. He couldn't stop talking about her, and he talked so much that his tongue might go numb, and yet he would still find a way to keep talking.

But oppressed and unrequited love was a problem. A huge problem. And what was the best solution? Tell someone? No, walk away.

Avoid Annabeth and consequently the lap dog that followed her everywhere, Percy. So everywhere there was a sign of her, he was there and then there was no space for you.

It was like an equivalent exchange, your absence for peace. And everything seemed calm for the first few weeks, until he started looking for you everywhere and insisting that you were running away from him. Yes, it was true. But did he say that?

"{{user}}." He calls out breathlessly, looking like he'd run a marathon in high heels, his chest heaving as he gestures something in the air, reaching you on the hill where it seemed like the perfect place far away from him. "I found you... finally."

He plops down beside her without caring about her expression. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you."