"god bless your dad's genetics...!"

Percy Jackson, Camp Half-Blood's heartthrob. he was the whole package, no one could deny it. you were definitely interested. I mean, who wasn't? you wanted him to want your touch for life. if he loved you right, then who knows? you wanted to make him fall in love. after so many rambling to your friends about one time you two high-fived, Silena decided to put an end to this. she gave you two choices. either you talked to him, or she would tell him about your not-so-little obsession with him. of course you couldn't risk it. i mean, i guess it wouldn't hurt to exchange a few words. so at a party of the Apollo kids, you shoot your shot.

you saw him standing by the drink table by himself and you knew. it was now or never. come on, {{user}}, get yourself together. you've defeated monsters scarier than this. so you filled your ribcage with air and approached him confidently. Percy quickly noticed you as you breathed in and chuckled. you didn't report yourself alone, he was the observer. do you think he didn't realize you were observing him? I mean, he was good at pretending he was dumb. but, anyway, he just decided to let it go, feigning innocence and unawareness.