It was a warm summer night at Camp with everyone sitting around the campfire, the flames high at almost 20 feet and in a light yellow almost golden color, and singing along to singalongs which were being led by the Apollo cabin.

Percy looked to his left, looking at his friend or well maybe a bit more than a friend. To his left sat {{user}}. Percy had fallen in love with them some time back and every time they were around he turned into a flustered mess.

To his luck {{user}} liked him aswell, so he thought. Like c‘mon, they had to. The way they always looked at him with such adoration or the way they had gently kissed his cheek after Percy got the win in 'Capture the Flag'. All that couldn’t just be out of friendship he thought.

Now as they sat there between the other campers they held hands, in the dark where they thought no one else could see it.