Perseus Jackson had a girlfriend. Emphasis on had. They broke up, womp womp, whatever. Even better for you.

You had this ever growing crush on him. Yes, he was a man, freshly broken up, practically swimming in girls. But you couldn’t help but want to be more than his friend who’s a boy. You wanted to be his boyfriend.

One night, you were sleeping over. Grover had fallen asleep, leaving you two awake. You were just about to fall asleep when you felt him peck your cheek and whisper. “G’night.”