”i love you, ain’t that crazy?” you and percy liked each other—and everyone knew—but refused to tell each other.

annabeth and grover and so many other of your friends had tried to get you two to confess to each other but you wouldn’t, in fear that the other wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings.

so, here you were, in the forest on your quest to get the bolt, screaming at each other because of how oblivious the other is.

“WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY?!” percy shouted at you.