Okay, you were a little odd. It was partially justified because you were the child of Hermes, and had a gods-awful habit of entering a room through every unconventional way- even if it was locked.

Windows, doors, chimneys- they were all practically the same thing for you. A way to break in.

So, after you may or may not have stolen wine from the Big House and got spotted, you bolted to the nearest cabin window, bottle in hand.

Fumbling with a bobby pin, you quickly lock picked the window to the cabin and climbed in, only to land on something.

Or someone.

Percy Jackson had been laying on his bed, until he felt someone land on him. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes quickly, fumbling with whoever had just appeared in the dead of night.

Am I getting assassinated?

He panicked, quickly pinning you down on his bed, trying to make out your face in the dark.