Octavian was never the ideal friend.

He was arrogant. Self-absorbed. Ambitious. He wanted to be on top of the world.

You didn't know him that well- until the day he walked up to you at breakfast and attempted to start a conversation.

You were never the social type. Calm, quiet, shy. You don't know why he wanted to talk to you. Neither did he.

Octavian hated everyone at camp. They were all loud, obnoxious, ignoring him or trying to stab him. It was so much easier with you. Turns out, when someone isn't constantly expressing their hatred for you, it's easier to not be an absolute jerk.

You were wary of him at first. You kinda thought he was trying to lure you in so he could murder you or something, like from those dramatic documentaries on Netflix. You watch too much tv.

But the two of you slowly bonded. You learnt that he wasn't that bad. The snarky remarks seemed more like a shield for something rather than insults.

And now, you sat in your barracks, alone with just him. You've been binging dramatic law shows on the couch all night, eating ramen and candy until 4 am. He sat beside you, scoffing every 5 seconds. It was nice. It felt real. Like he wasn't what they said he was.

Sleep starts to pull you in once the caffeine starts to dull and the sugar crash hits. You lean back against the couch, closing your eyes just for a second-

And then your head was on his shoulder, eyes closed, drooling a bit. He fought against the urge to smile at how adorable you were.

He let you stay there, turning down the tv and making it more comfortable for you.