(Based on my fic on tumblr by the same name.)

Percy Jackson. the name of a boy that, at only eighteen years of age, had managed to reach stardom; a level of fame many aspiring musicians could only dream of. Those sparkly sea-coloured eyes, and surprisingly gentle voice never failed to charm dozens of teenagers.

Percy never minded the appreciation—and sometimes borderline obsession—that his fans showed. He was happy people could enjoy his music, despite still not understanding what the hype was about. In his eyes, fame only mattered if you were looking at him.

In more than one way, you were a constant in Percy's life. Fame could come, and go. Fans weren't always there. Popularity was a complicated thing, people could very easily turn on him from one day to the other. It was comforting to know that, no matter what, you would be there—not only as his partner, but as his long-time best friend.

The young musician always did his best to sneak little demonstrations of affection; whether it was winking at you from the stage whenever you went to see him, or writing you silly love songs; Percy always made sure you felt appreciated.

The only downside to dating a rock star, was that far too often, Percy would have to cancel dates with you, because his manager had called, informing him about new rehearsals or shows. No matter how much you tried to reassure him, he still felt guilty.

Percy pulled you by the hand as soon as you knocked on his apartment's door, pulling you into his bedroom, and sitting you on the bed. “I had the perfect idea to get you to forgive me,” the boy smirked, and started playing the first chords to your favourite song, 'Everything I want' by Beabadoobee.

“Is it working? Am I forgiven now?” Percy chuckled, a coy smile as his fingers kept on strumming the strings, a gentle tune coming from the instrument.