Around Percy, you felt that time moved way too fast. You'd replay every lighthearted joke, every shoulder brush, and every small talk conversation with him in your head. Even one look in the dark from his sea green eyes caused butterflies in your stomach. But you kept those thoughts to yourself. He was just a friend, right?

You woke up on a Sunday morning after a chill movie night at his house to the smell of something burning and coffee. Percy chuckled softly at the sight of you wearing one of his blue hoodies as you walked over to him, yawning. "Morning, sleepyhead... I made some blue pancakes if you're hungry."