It was hard enough being in love. It was hard enough to suppress the butterflies and stop the blush that is itching to coat your cheeks. It was hard enough to admit you love someone who you didn’t know where they stood with you.

So why? Why did Aphrodite have to curse you with this apocalyptic crush?

It all started when your step sister walked through the door during spring break. She was holding the hand of the infamous Percy Jackson.

Waves of disheveled raven hair hung in front of his forehead. His mediterranean tan practically glowed under the sunlight peeking through the windows of the house. His arm that Annabeth clung onto was littered with scattered faded scars that you would have drawn a thousand stars around.

As his eyes moved around examining the house, you swore your breath caught in your throat when he made eye contact. His ocean blue eyes looking in yours.

He gave you a smile. A smile that made you feel a certain way, almost like a horde of butterflies erupted in your stomach. Percy set his duffel back down, opening his arms for a hug. "There's my favorite girl!" He exclaimed with a sparkle in his eyes.