Traveling with friends — camping night .

They finally made it. The group travelled together — which is strange because it felt like yesterday, they were just the teens talking about how they'd want to travel as a whole circle when they grow up. And here they are now— early twenties, stronger as ever friendships.

It's on a beach, a beautiful beach with the setting sun on view, and the four tents they'd build for eighth, two people one tent. Percy sat next to you at the log, watching the sunset while reminiscing about the past, the good and bad, the ups and downs. He couldn't help but stare at you as they talk—deep talk is a more accurate term. With their other friends minding their own business, so they were. It felt special, they felt a secret understanding with each word they exchanged, and each glance they stole. Percy was in too deep without even realizing it. Ever since highschool, actually.

Percy, since highschool, was this cool, "stupid", sarcastic, dense and clueless gentle boy who's not really known at school but if he was, he'd be anyone's type, but he wasn't. Even now, at 23 he's still that same boy, still handsome and dense as ever, if not more

He stretched his arms down to the log, his palms against the log, supporting his weight, keeping his gaze on you as they talk. He found himself focusing, which was weird considering his ADHD.

"Oh, I remember that one" he chimed, leaning towards you in genuine interest. The wind blows.