‧₊˚♪𝄞 Somethin' Stupid - Frank Sinatra

Perseus Jackson was so in love with you. That much was obvious.

But love was never anything you cared much about. In fact, you always seemed to avoid it the best you could. But there was absolutely no avoiding Percy Jackson.

You two had been friends for years, ever since you both went on a quest together shortly after he’d arrived at Camp Halfblood. Sure, you guys didn’t really get along very well then, but it didn’t take too long for you to warm up to each other. Some (Percy) seemed to warm up more so than others.

Mostly in denial about Percy’s feelings, you continued to hang around him. You always told yourself that he’s just like that; he’s always touchy and overly smiley around everyone, and everything he does is just a friend thing. Deep down, you know you’re wrong. You’re the only person he’s like this with, and everyone knows it.

But you still seem to humor him. You always do. You’re not even sure why.

The both of you are lying on your backs on an open patch of grass at camp, staring up at the stars above you. You’re laid far too close to each other for it to be called friendly, and your hand was interlocked with his. Damn it.

It had been quiet for some time, both of you just enjoying the view, until you felt him shift next to you slightly. His head is turned to look at you now, his signature stupid grin on full display.

“Hey, {{user}}?” He asked, and you can already guess what he’s about to say next. The moment was too perfect not to—the sky above you was so perfect, and gods, the way he could smell your perfume drove him insane.

The moment you looked back at him, he says the three stupid words you’ve been trying to avoid all your life. “I love you,” he muttered, searching your eyes for any indication that you might just reciprocate.