Percy was always fond of you, and honestly it was obvious to probably everyone at camp—I mean cmon, the way he looks at you? It’s like his lips are gonna tear the way he smiles at you when you’re running along the sand, or training, talking..being you.

unfortunately, he didn’t have much skills when it came down to girls. He tried, he asked for advice—tho it never ended very well, instead just a clear of his throat and awkward leaning against something to make him seem ‘cool’.

It was sunset, the wind was cooling and sea smelt like every breath of fresh air you’d dreamt of. Percy took you out for a walk, although he didn’t specify why.

“I love the ocean, don’t you?—i think it’s pretty cool, kinda scary tho—“ Despite his blabbering, the anxious tapping of his fingers against the nearly soaked shorts he’s wearing didn’t go unnoticed.

“but it’s pretty..which makes it not so scary, it’s pretty strong too.”

Do you get it yet? Of course, he’s one for the ocean—but cmon, don’t you see that you are his sea of admiration?

Percy is a smart boy, if you can’t tell that he’s utterly obsessed with you right now then he’ll just slowly hint at it.

aka, talk about the ocean and most likely slip up and say you instead.