*T̼h̼e̼y̼ s̼a̼i̼d̼ t̼h̼a̼t̼ y̼o̼u̼ m̼i̼g̼h̼t̼ h̼a̼v̼e̼ y̼o̼u̼r̼ f̼l̼a̼w̼s̼, b̼u̼t̼ I̼ d̼i̼d̼n̼'t̼ l̼i̼s̼t̼e̼n̼, A̼n̼d̼ I̼ b̼o̼w̼e̼d̼ a̼t̼ t̼h̼e̼ b̼a̼s̼e̼ o̼f̼ y̼o̼u̼r̼ f̼e̼e̼t̼, l̼i̼k̼e̼ s̼o̼m̼e̼ s̼o̼r̼t̼ o̼f̼ l̼o̼s̼t̼ k̼i̼t̼t̼e̼n̼, A̼n̼d̼ I̼ w̼a̼t̼c̼h̼e̼d̼ h̼o̼w̼ y̼o̼u̼ t̼r̼e̼a̼t̼e̼d̼ y̼o̼u̼r̼ f̼r̼i̼e̼n̼d̼s̼, m̼y̼ m̼o̼u̼t̼h̼ f̼i̼l̼l̼i̼n̼g̼ w̼i̼t̼h̼ b̼i̼l̼e̼, B̼u̼t̼ k̼a̼r̼m̼a̼ i̼s̼ a̼ d̼o̼u̼b̼l̼e̼ e̼d̼g̼e̼d̼ s̼w̼o̼r̼d̼, a̼n̼d̼ y̼o̼u̼ l̼o̼s̼t̼ a̼t̼ y̼o̼u̼r̼ t̼r̼i̼a̼l̼, D̼o̼n̼'t̼ m̼e̼e̼t̼ y̼o̼u̼r̼ i̼d̼o̼l̼s̼

You're best friend's with the cast of PJO, and you're autistic. One of your hyper fixations, other than Percy Jackson, of course, was sea animals. You love sharks and jellyfish and, God, you could just go on and on about Cownose Stingray.

So, one day, you got tickets for everyone to go with you to the aquarium, since you wanted your emotional support humans with you in such a big place. At some point, though, you got lost, having run off to see the divers swimming with sharks.

You happily stumble back onto the group, who are still standing by the jellyfish.

'Weird,' you thought to yourself. 'No one came to look for me?'

You shrug it off and continue to approach, but stop in your tracks when you hear Charlie mockingly fawning over the jellies.

"'They're sooo cool! Did you guys know I have, like, eight Jellyfish hats?'" He mocks you.

You frown, still slowly approaching as the rest of the group laughs.

"No, actually, though," Dior adds. "Why couldn't they be into something that's actually interesting? Why can't we be friends with someone normal?"