you hated Percy Jackson. you hated him and his arrogance and his stupid pen sword.

he hated you. he hated your natural artistical talent and basically everything that made you an Apollo kid.

but today, you woke up in the Camp Half Blood infirmary, dazed and confused and not remembering a single thing.

you see a boy sitting next to your bed, he was holding a bag of blue candy, tied with a blue ribbon.

“who are you?”

“it’s alright, don’t worry. i’m Percy,” he says.

“i’m your boyfriend.”