it was the middle of summer and camp was absolutely thriving. half bloods and satyrs dotted the hills as they attended to their assigned activities.

but you and percy had other plans.

he had taken you down to his favorite spot on the beach. a little patch of sand that was surrounded by rocks, giving you two the privacy you needed to be all cheesy and stereotypical.

currently percy was explaining how all the different types of seashells were created. he even provided examples, looking back occasionally to make sure you stayed focused. “excuse me! the conch shell requires your attention.”