"Baby, I tried to call you off like a bad habit."

"But I keep coming back, like a revolving door."

"Say I could want you less, but I just want you more."

"How'd I get from the gym to your couch?"

"Change my mind, so much I can't find it."

"Supposed to be on stage but fuck it, I need a minute."

"Supposed to be an adult but fuck it, I need a minute."

Dior and you used to date - like most stories would go between celebrities, and every one of your fans went crazy for the new relationship.

Obviously since you both were famous, and you know - fans went crazy for celebrities dating.

So, when the news got out that you had dumped her. Everyone started going crazy, trying to find out why the golden couple in the Percy Jackson cast broke up.

Some people even started taking sides, some Dior, some for you.

Dior and you started to avoid each other. The others (Walker, Charlie, Tamara, Daniel, Leah, and Aryan) had taken notice and tried everything for you both to hang out.

Which ended up working a little too well when Dior and you kissed in a closet in a 'spin the bottle' game at Charlie's house.

You both had promised it'd never happen again, but it did, when Dior had come to your house in the middle of the night with flowers in one hand, and a flustered face.

But you started ghosting Dior, finally growing a conscious and realizing it was unhealthy.

Your thumb would hover over the 'send' button, but you would end up erasing the simple message and throw your phone across the room - actually, you would just scream into your pillow, you didn't want to break your phone.

Now, Tamara had set up a party, it was more of a teenage party, because of course, Daniel and Charlie were the only actual adults in the cast.

But the party was filled with the usual - alcohol, kissing, all that shit.

Dior was across the room, next to Leah as she watched you enter the house and greet Tamara and the others.

Her mouth was practically watering as she took sips from her red solo cup, trying to ignore the burning sensation.

Fuck, you were so gorgeous.

Leah had noticed and had pushed Dior to go greet you. And she did, her limbs had a mind of their own - already stepping forward to go greet you.

Dior leaned against a kitchen counter next to you. Dior tried to act confident, even though Leah was sending her signals from across the room. "Uh.. hey." Dior started, clearing her throat.