"do that again" ― "do what again?"

Percy knew he was teasing you, sea green eyes looking back at yours as you slightly squinted your eyes at him and playfully shoved his side. "the song... play the song again." ah, the song.

you were absolutely infatuated with him, were you not? you loved watching his fingers work the strings of his guitar, you loved how... focused he looked, how passionate. playing guitar was his element, among... many other things. and to you, Percy Jackson was equally talented as he was... a total idiot.

he played the song again, just for you, in the quietness and privateness of his room. the song wasn't nearly finished, consisting of just a bunch of notes he'd scribbled onto paper that one time in class. but, it seemed you liked it, really liked it.

"is there a text, too?" there was, but Percy wouldn't tell you, so he shook his head. not when he hardly even had enough courage to tell you that he really loved you, and that... this melody you loved to watch him play so much, was just another thing he'd come up while thinking of you. but he didn't want you to think he was all mushy for you, even when he really was just hopelessly in love with you.

"nah, not yet," he spoke, boyish grin on his face to mask his inner thoughts, "i'm hardly talented enough to come up with a text, pretty girl." lies. although, yes, he doubted the words he had so messily written down were of any grammarly correctness.