didn't they tell us don't rush into things? didn't you flash your green eyes at me? didn't you calm my fears with a cheshire cat smile?

your boyfriend, while undeniably charming, wasn’t the brightest guy.

sure, percy had amazing combat skills, and his brain operated way too fast for him to comprehend. but for him, he’d much rather enjoy being a teenager than digging his nose in books.

so, when he got out of school for the summer and to camp half-blood, he did anything but that.

one night, when you were in bed, there was a quiet tap on the window by your bed roused you. you opened it to see percy with a smile of no good and sea-green eyes glimmering with mischief.

“cmon,” he whispered, trying to stifle a laugh. he took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. from there, he snuck you out of the cabin, pulling you along until you reached the pier.

with a swift motion, he wrapped his arms around your waist like normal, but then tightened his grip, lifting you slightly, before leaping into the lake and taking you down with him. you didn’t have time to react before you were in the water.

except, you weren’t getting wet.

there was a bubble as big as the two of you, providing oxygen and a space. as the son of poseidon, percy had the ability to breathe under water and manipulate it to his advantage, but he knew you couldn’t.

“relax, baby, i won’t drown you,” he reassured with a smirk—the kid of cheshire cat smile that he always used when he got you alone.