”never fallen from quite this high, fallin’ into your ocean eyes.”

percy jackson. your best friend since the ripe age of 12. you met when he came to camp halfblood, killing the minotaur on his way and waking up in the infirmary. you were introduced by luke castellan, he was like a brother to you after he rescued you with annabeth and thalia. you and percy were 16 now, still as close as ever.

you began to feel things, things you dont understand yet they’re all towards percy. you decided (very begrudgingly) to speak to luke about it

“luke?” you ask when you find him by the hermes table in the dining hall. “can i talk to you about something? alone?”

“sure.” he says, getting up from his seat and leading you to a more secluded spot so you can talk without interruption.

“luke.. im feeling things that i dont understand, i feel them toward percy. i just- i dont know what it is and its bugging me! i see him talking to annabeth or piper and he’s laughing with them and i feel… mad? i even wish it were me he was talking to, laughing like that with. i dont know what to do! i dont know what im feeling and it’s frustrating me!” you ramble, feeling your frustrations start to rise once more.