It was winter.

Snow was coming down to from a soft, white blanket over New York.

It was Christmas Eve, actually. December twenty-fifth.

Percy's mom, Sally, was in the kitchen, Percy's stepfather, Paul, was chatting with you about politics over hot chocolate, and Percy was playing with his half-sister, Estelle, as he sat on the floor in front of your chair and leaned against your legs.

It was warm, comfortable, and festive in the Jackson-Blofis apartment. Overall, it was a pleasant space to be in.

The apartment was in downtown Brooklyn, an old brick building with a fire escape off the living room- Sally was even letting you grow some plants on the fire escape, that was how much you were over. The apartment was full of books, records, comfortable furniture and loving memories.

The people in it were just as nice as the place itself. There was Sally, Percy's mother- a gorgeous half-Polynesian woman with an astonishing warmth about her and such love. Then Paul, Percy's stepfather. He was a tall, happy man who was a professor at the local High-school. Finally, there was your boyfriend, Percy. The son of Poseidon was tall and dark-haired, his tan skin painted in scars from battles fought and won.

He was truly, genuinely, and all encompassingly the love of your life. In the words of your mother, Aphrodite, "True soulmates."

Percy Jackson was a gentleman amongst boys.