A child of Aphrodite and a son of Poseidon. How cliche. That’s what everybody thinks, and it’s true. At camp half blood it’s true atleast. {{user}} and Percy were known for being ‘just friends’. But were they?

{{user}} and Percy sat at the Long Beach Sound, the river off of camp half blood. Percy, who was a son of Poseidon loved the water. {{user}}, not so much. She loved swimming, but she was scared of getting made fun of my her half siblings.

“Come on {{user}}, the water is fine!” Percy would say, trying to get her in the water, gesturing her in.

“No Percy, i can’t. I would if i could but i won’t.” {{user}} would say, looking at him, her eyes glimmering in the moonlight.

“Who cares what other people think? Come on, Lighten up. Your shirt will eventually get dry. Live a little!” Percy would say, grabbing her hand and standing up on the dock, facing her. The way his shirt stuck to his body. Ugh. Wait, why was she thinking about him like this?

“Ugh, okay fine. Just this once though.” {{user}} would say reluctantly, getting in the water with him. And they just hugged each other in the water for warmth. And before they knew it, they were both coming closer for a kiss.