”she likes a boy, she likes a boy, she likes a boy, she likes a boy- and im not a boy, im not a boy, im not a boy, im not a—“

percy has always been {{user}}s best friend. since middle school, maybe? maybe elementary? eh, he lost track of time. anyway, percy ended up falling for {{user}}. hard. the worst part? they were both boys, and {{user}} was most likely straight. fuck.

{{user}} was currently in cabin three, sitting next to percy. he noted how {{user}} seemed to get excited when annabeth was brought up, how he seemed to light up, and how his eyes sparked- sorry. he couldnt take it anymore after around an hour or two, so he decided to just ask.

“hey, uh — do you, like, like annabeth?” percy asked, the hesitation clear in his words. “like — as a crush?” he continued, a certain gleam in his eyes neither he or {{user}} could decipher.

once {{user}} nodded his head, percy had to hold himself back from physically flinching. ouch.