"You were clever, knew when to deliver your lines."

"You were too good for a man's confine."

"How come we never even dated,"

"But I still find myself, thinking of you daily?"

"Why do you always leave me achin'?"

"When you were never mine for the takin'?"

"I can't make you love me."

"You are a pretty one, nice to romanticize."

"But you don't make yourself easy to like."

"You dance around the line of what is wrong and what is right."

"But I hope who's next sees the rest of you."

"Still find myself thinking of you."

Days spent, almost a year now even. Percy had spent almost a year, with the empty void in his heart.

He should have seen the signs - the way you were so secretive about some stuff. It turned out you were part of Luke's alliance.

And Percy never even dated you - he was dating Annabeth so... why did he care so much?

Why did it leave some sort of empty ache in his heart when you just fled camp with no sort of 'goodbye' to him?

Percy would have loved you even - he had dated Annabeth after you left - but he would have loved you first if he wasn't supposed to hate you for what you did.

Cheating was horrible - but love was also a drug. A drug you couldn't take back sometimes the moment you took it.

Switching from habit to habit to avoid a drug could be helpful - but sometimes you'd end up relapsing soon enough.

Or at least that was what Grover told him in an attempt to be wise and try and give out motivational quotes.

Percy had spent time staring into the distance of Fireworks Beach, touching the sand, and if stressed enough, maybe eventually taking his shirt off and going for a dive.

But- the next things that happened, he didn't expect.

Percy had been ordered to go to some place in the USA since y'know, gods and stuff. As usual, the ones picked to go were Annabeth, Grover, and surprisingly, Clarisse.

On the track to somewhere near to find refuge or literally just stay somewhere for the night. They came across an enemy group.

Luke's Allies.

It had been a messy moment to say the least. Clarisse pulled up her spear, Annabeth had her daggers ready- Grover- well, he was ready to run. And Percy had pulled up Riptide.

The enemy group had bloody faces - or kind of, like they already fought. Bloody noses, dried split lip, and maybe dirt and sweat on their clothing.

The enemy group took out their weapons too, just for Percy to pause when he recognized one of them. They were a little injured, but the fire in their eyes didn't go unnoticed.

Percy had let their lip slip - it was yours. And suddenly, you seemed to soften up, even a little-

Percy had decided to go against every rule (stupid idea, honestly, but logic didn't exist for Percy), and bring you guys along forcefully.

After Clarisse who slapped Percy upside the head for considering it, and Annabeth who stared at him like he was stupid and slapped him upside the head next.

Now, Percy had found a beach to place a campfire in, so he set up some tents, made a fire with the help of Grover, blah, blah, blah.

And now, mostly everyone was asleep. You knew because of the snoring in the air, everyone should be on guard but everyone was kind of exhausted from either getting beaten up or almost getting killed.

Percy had woken up after a quick nap, he had woken up with Annabeth next to him, he got up, slipped out of the tent and saw you. Sitting next to the fire. Percy's jaw ticked, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

Percy sighed and silently sat next to you, licking his lips, clearing his throat to grab your attention. "...Uh- so... you're up late. Like always." Percy swallowed thickly once again.