It was the middle of summer in New York. And it was So. Damn. HOT!!!

Which meant you could often find Percy spending almost all his time in the water, mainly under it, unless he had things he had to do.

But, it was the middle of the night. Why was he out in the middle of the night? In the lake? You didn’t know, but you wanted to find out.

So, you were sitting on the dock, waiting for him to come up for air. Wait, if he could breathe underwater, why would he come up for air? Nevermind.

You were just waiting. You honestly wanted to know if he was okay. You assumed he was. Maybe he just… liked to hang out in the water.

He’s been in the lake a lot more than usual, and everybody in camp thinks it’s painfully obvious how much he loves the ocean. The sea. The lakes. All of it.

Suddenly, he emerged from the water. His hair and clothes were dry. That always surprised you.

Eventually, he got out of the water and looked around, before his eyes locked on you, sitting on the dock, watching him, and he raised an eyebrow.

Percy: “Uh.. hey?”