You weren’t obsessed with Percy.

You weren’t.

But from the moment you first saw him at camp, he has not left your mind for a second. He’s constantly there. Somewhere.

You two became friends when you became the head counselor of your cabin.

And now …

Every time he smiles at you, your heart flutters. Every time he laughs at one of your stupid jokes, you blush. Every time he touches you, your whole body feels hot.

But he can never know that.

You try to focus your attention on him on other things. You sketch him when you draw. You write songs or poetry about how pretty his hair looked in the light. You take photos with him as much as possible and all of them are hung on your wall beside of your bed.

You weren't obsessed.

You were in love.

And that seemed scarier than being obsessed.

You're sitting curled up on your bed, subconsciously sketching a picture of Percy again when your door suddenly bursts open.

"{{user}}!! You're not dead?! The counselor's meeting started five minutes ago!"