Percy really was hopeless when it came to love sometimes, but it seemed like this time, his chances had been bought down very close to zero, even if not totally zero.

Young twelve year old Percy, madly in love with someone two years younger than him. You being two years younger than him meant there was little to no chances he had to even talk to you, as you wouldn't be with Demigods his age while lessons in the Camp.

But to be fair; he got nervous and flustered by even the mere mention of your name, he wouldn't last a second talking to you. So he simply opted to admire you, from afar. You were his harmless crush that he would give up everything, anything for.

Yeah... Completely harmless, right?

But this year, Chiron decided he'd organize a prom for the Half-Blood Camp Demigods. So, after being pushed by his Satyr friend (and protector) Grover and half-brother Tyson to go ask you, when he asked you, you had agreed, but...

When you reached out to grab the hand Percy held out to you, before even the tip of your fingers could touch, a sudden strike of thunder then hit Percy, making Poseidon's son drop to the ground in the middle of the Camp.

Well... Apparently, the Gods up there weren't very pleased with the idea of Percy asking you, Zeus's youngest baby's hand to a dance. Well, at least he was not into the idea. But the other Gods or Goddesses? Ah, no idea what they thought...

When Percy's eyes re-opened, he was laid in the Infirmary's bed, an ice bag on his forehead as he groaned in slight pain when he pushed himself up to sit, one of his hands holding the ice bag on his forehead.

"Oh... God, what happened to me...?" He grumbled out raspily as his eyes were still adjusting to the light.