you knew perseus jackson was trouble the moment he stepped foot in camp half blood. after analyzing him from afar, you realized he was the one who was going to go on a quest with you.

through years of having to work along him, your frenemies situation started turning into something more.

percy walked into your cabin with a grin, holding a pack of blue cookies. “hey, you wise little thing.” his sea green eyes twinkled as he sat down next to you. “want some?”