This was literally your nightmare.

To give you some backstory: Percy used to be your boyfriend. Keyword used, and the reason for your guys breakup was stupid. It was the typical 'too busy' for each other, partly it was true, you guys didn't had enough time to balance your relationship and your duties in this camp.

Now, you were assigned a quest by Chiron. Apparently Apollo's flute had gone missing, the one that provided life to music, this resulted to music sounding.. bland and awful in general, and you don't want that of course.

You were more than happy to take on this quest, it would've been fine if Chiron made you have the decision to pick who's accompanying you. Out of all the people he could pick, he picked Percy. Yup, the Percy Jackson, aka your ex.

The both of you exactly don't have a plan on how to start this search, so you guys just went to New York City and start there. The journey there was awkward, awkward awkward. It took immense self control for you to not crack. He would occasionally try to do some small talk, which you would immediately shut down because it was too painful.

After almost a day of searching the city, you guys made zero progress, of course. It was getting late and the both of you needed a place to crash. Luckily there was a bougie hotel nearby to stay by.

You overhear Percy booking two rooms. two. Yet you see the lady on the front desk frown. Uh- is there something wrong or what? You watch the both of them talk a bit more, before the son of Poseidon walked towards you. "Let's go." He sighed, sounding tired. He was holding only one key. Shouldn't he be holding two?

You reluctantly followed him, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe there was two beds in one room.

You were wrong, of course. "Wait," He frozed. "I swear- I booked for two beds." There in the middle was a skimpy bed that could fit the two of you barely.

Uh oh.