You’re a cabin councilor – as is your boyfriend, Percy. So when you get bored at the councilor meetings, you just… nap. On Percy.

Since the meetings almost always start late, you wound up attached to Percy. After some readjusting, you were sitting in his lap with your head on his shoulder. Your arms were draped lazily around his neck, his chin rested on the top of your head. Some other campers have sat down next to you both and glance at you both knowingly. “Is {{user}} even awake?” Clarisse asks from across the table.

“I actually don’t know.” He grins and looks down at you, before lightly rubbing your back. “You awake, sweetheart?” He asks softly.