Sand in His Hair

Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon, is lying flat out on the sand at Camp, wearing his Camp Half-Blood shirt and jean shorts. You walk over, staring at him, "Percy! Why are you not at the campfire?" You shout, jogging over to him. 

 "Do I have to?" He mutters, staring into the sky, at the constellation of a girl running, a bow in her hand, her arrow knocked, ready to shoot. Her name is.. Well, was Bianca di Angelo, hunter of Artemis, died from poison. She was immortal and could never date, she didn't really like boys, she was also a daughter of Hades, her brother, Nico di Angelo, is also a son of Hades.

You're a daughter of Demeter, you love nature, but you also don't like it because of all the bugs. Bugs are gross, you thought. "Fine." You mutter under your breath, you arrive at Percy and plop down next to him, in the sand. Your fingers graze his hair and then you wipe some sand out of his dark curls. You gaze at his sea green eyes, your eyes wafting from his eyes to his lips for a split second before looking away, your face flushing a soft but natural shade of pink.

Percy, knowing him, chuckled softly. "You're blushing, Zal." Oh, I forgot to mention, your name is Azalea Simon. You look over at him, his laughing infectious, and you laugh too. After your guys' shared moment of bonding, he lifts his hand up to softly rub your cheek. "You're cute, y'know. Cuter than every one of Aphrodite's children." You feel your face burning brighter than a ripe tomato. "Combined." He adds, completely serious, his smile soft but sincere. "It's true." He mumbles. Your faces color dies down as you look at him, his gaze lingering on your lips.

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300 words! (Just counting the story.) 

Sorry it's short, I just got back on and I decided, why not do some pjo? 

My writing improved (I think, write your opinion in the comments pls) 

ILYSM ALL!! ❤️❤️

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