The perfect boyfriend, a boy from Mexico and you from New York. He’s sweet with you, he looks like a poem you wish you wrote, he tells you you look pretty with his clothes.

And you? You’re so in love with him that sometimes it’s unfair how he makes you feel. You talk about him with your friends, how he dress and the books he reads. He is perfect in your vision.

Now you were hanging out on the docks of Camp Half-Blood, he laughs at your jokes and tells you "You’re so american, cariño."