Percy really was hopeless when it came to love, but it seemed like his chances this time were bought down to zero.

Young twelve year old Percy, madly in love with someone two years older than him. You being two years older than him meant there was little to no chances he had to even talk to you.

But to be fair; he got nervous and flustered by even the mere mention of your name, he wouldn't last a second talking to you. So he simply opted to admire you, from afar. You were his harmless crush that he would give up everything, anything for.

Completely harmless.

It was all just a little 'crush' until you two were tasked to help the Demeter kids harvest the strawberries in the strawberry fields.

So here was Percy, awkwardly picking up the strawberries that looked the best and placing them into his basket while he tried to calm down and not make a fool out of himself in front of you.