Summary: after an accidental text that slowly turns into a friendship, you start crushing on your anonymous friend… not knowing you’ve met in real life.
Contains: fluff, angst?, kind of slowburn, au set in the real world, some smau at some point, occ at times.
A/N: hey guys!! I hope you like this series. It’s heavily based on a movie by the same name, check it out it’s on netflix. Taglist is open!! Just comment here or send an ask.
Intro - wc: 489
After receiving a text at 3 am, you can’t help but feel sorry for the sender.
Pt 1: Anonymously Hate You - wc: 2.4k
Maybe texting the random number from the day before can get your mind off the insufferable new student.
Pt 2: Anonymously Knowing You - wc: 1.7k
As you start to find comfort in your new friendship you establish some rules to keep yourself anonymous.
Pt 2.5: No. 1 Party Anthem
Pt3: Anonymously Helping You - wc: ??
You decided to help Clarisse out with her new crush, slowly growing closer to Luke in the process.
Pt 3.5: The Perfect Pair
Pt4: Anonymously Falling for You - wc??
After becoming closer thanks to certain couple you and Luke start hanging out alone, much to Percy’s disapproval.
Summary: Maybe texting the random number from the day before can get your mind off the insufferable new student
A/N: hope you all love this first part!! I know sally is a good mom and Percy does not act like this, it’s for the plot I swear it will make sense later. Please don’t come for me. If you would like to be added to the taglist comment or send an ask.
Thanks @saffronwritesstuff for helping with the text screen shots
Word count: 2.4k
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You heard your alarm go off as the birds chirped outside, the sun filling the room with warmth. Feeling anything but cheery, severely sleep deprived from the lunatic that decided to text his failed hook up at 3 am. Each morning you seemed to follow the same routine, waking up regretting staying up later the previous night, getting ready and then hearing your mom yell telling you breakfast was ready. With the occasional visit from your brother telling you that “mom is being serious you're going to be late for school,” and even though your brother was younger, he still felt the need to boss you around and protect you like his baby sister. He had not ill intent, yet it could get annoying hearing his whines first thing in the morning.
Followed by finally walking downstairs, welcomed by a blueberry smoothie and some blue pancakes. “Is it really necessary to keep adding blue food dye to our pancakes, mom?” It was a tradition that had started when your brother was younger, you never understood it and it always felt more like a thing between your mom and him being left in the sidelines to watch. “Well, you and Percy used to love blue pancakes,” she responded, a slight frown on her face, now you felt bad for even bringing it up. “She’s just a teenager, they get cranky sometimes” said your brother, munching away at his own breakfast. “Stop acting like you're wiser.”
“Stop acting all moody,”
“Percy, Y/N” said your mom. She wasn’t one to scream whenever you and your brother started tangents. Simply she would give you that look. Just by saying your names, you knew it was time to shut up. Turning back to your own activities, not daring to look up, until your phone ringed.
Clarisse
Be there in 5
“Clarisse is almost here; let’s go Percy,” you said, shoving the last bits of food and chugging whatever was left of your smoothie, hurriedly grabbing your backpack. As always Percy was already ready, you were completely opposites. Most of the time you didn’t mind. Yes, you were messy, a bit disorganized, and all over the place, but you still seemed to survive on a day to day basis. Percy, on the other hand, was organized, always had time for himself and others (mostly others), and although your mom treated you guys equally, you couldn’t help but feel he was the golden boy, the blueprint to a perfect child.
Percy was social, seemingly friends with everyone. You, however, only had two friends: Clarisse and Silena, your ride or die since kindergarten. Yet your friends had their own friends, leaving you alone most of the time at parties or even at school. You couldn’t help but feel jealous of them being so outgoing; you wished you could be like that.
You heard the distinct honking of Clarisse, pulling you out of thought. Kissing your mom on the cheek and dragging Percy outside with you, you greeted her with a handshake you created years ago. “I see Percy is with us again,” she said, glaring back at your brother. “As always, great seeing you, Clarisse,” he responded, rolling his eyes. For some reason, those two never got along, often bickering as if they were siblings. Clarisse only rolled her eyes, hitting the gas pedal turning up the blazing music from the radio. You enjoyed these moments together with the people you cared about because you knew the moment you’d step foot in school, everyone would take their own path.
As you arrived at school, Silena gave you a quick hug, greeting both of you until she saw her boyfriend and ran away. Percy found his group of friends, playfully punching Jason as they walked towards their class. And Clarisse simply disappeared from your sight as you stood there in the middle of campus, confused. It felt at times like nobody truly knew you. The bell rang as you began to run towards your first period. Trying to shove your phone in your backpack, you were too preoccupied to notice the tall figure in front of you looking confused as ever, an expression quickly replaced with anger as you crashed towards him, spilling coffee all over.
“I’m so sorry,” you said, stopping for a minute as you looked at him. “I'll pay you back later. I'm going to be late to class,” you continued.
“Sure wouldn't want to get detention, right?” he said, annoyance laced in his words.
“Relax, I was just trying to be nice,” you explained, now annoyed to whoever this guy was. “It's fine. Wouldn’t want you to miss math class,” he replied, stomping away, trying to dry off the spilled coffee on his shirt.
“What's his deal?” you said aloud, stepping into class.
“Whose deal?” asked Clarisse as you both sat down together.
“Nothing. I'll tell you about it later” you replied, taking out your calculator and pencil case. “Ms. Jackson, could you come here for a second,” said your math teacher. It seemed life was not working in your favor, knowing she could only be calling you to scold you about your missing assignments or some other random thing. You weren't necessarily her favorite student, per se, getting on her nerves every now and then, claiming you were too creative for your own good.
“Could you explain why you turned in a video instead of the essay I asked for?” she said, twirling her pencil in annoyance.
“Well, you said you wanted a essay, Ms. Dots. It's a video essay.”
“No, an essay is a page, written by you on a piece of paper with 1,500 words on how you'll use math later in life.”
You started to get annoyed at her. Her monotone voice and her aura, in general, were like joy killers, always. “Well, by saying an essay, it could be interpreted in many different ways, like a visual essay,” you defended.
“That's not how life works, Jackson. You've failed this assignment,” she said, writing a big red 0 on your rubric.
“My video explained so much more than any written essay you would’ve received,” you retaliated, starting to heat up in anger at your teacher's nonsense.
“You failed because that's not what I asked for. Now let me continue my class,” she replied, calm as ever, her piercing eyes staring at you, trying to maintain her professional look.
“Isn't your job to make us better people?” you interrupted, standing there with no intent to actually go back to your seat. It was unfair; you deserved at least something more than failing the project completely.
“Will you let me continue with my class?”
“No”
You stood there, determined as ever. At some point, someone was due to knock some sense into this old lady. “I need you to change my grade,” you said. Suddenly, your confidence was dropping as you looked back and saw your classmates' annoyed faces.
“I won’t be changing you grade, Ms. Jackson” she said firmly.
“You’re not understanding me, Ms. Dots,” you said, feeling dread filled you up. You were totally embarrassing yourself at the moment, but you couldn’t risk your grade dropping again.
“First, you need to understand yourself, Jackson,” Ms. Dots said coldly, cutting off your conversation.
“What would a high school teacher on her 3rd divorce know about that?” you finally exploded, letting all your frustration out on this poor teacher, who probably deserved it by now. The class filled with oohs as you shifted uncomfortably, Ms. Dot’s stare paralyzing you.
“It’s my second,” she corrected, as you walked back to your seat. “You don't usually act like this, Ms. Jackson.”
Clarrise turned to you, whispering, “It was just an essay, no big deal.” You loved Clarisse, you really did, but in moments like these, you wished she understood where you were coming from, why you thought outside the box.
“I'm only defending my work,” you said, Ms. Dots’ scolding now background music to your own quarrel with Clarisse.
“Jackson, don't leave this conversation,” she yelled, eyebrows frowning down on you. “Dammit, what else do wan?t” you yelled back.
The silence and tension were thick. Suddenly, you felt smaller against the giant that was your math teacher, finally breaking her own composer.
“Ms Jakson please go to detention, now,” she finalized, writing down a pass. Clarisse only smiled in consolation as you packed up your bag and walked out of class.
It wasn't like Luke was having a great day either. As if being new to school wasn't enough, now he had coffee spilled all over his shirt. He walked to his first period class, PE, whoever thought that was a good idea. He was slightly grateful for the scummy old basketball jersey given to him, covering up the spill from earlier. He sat far from everyone, not in the mood to be a social butterfly. It wasn't his decision either to go to this school. He was more than happy in his previous school, but because of his grades, he got offered a scholarship at this preppy private institution. Filled with what he believed was a bunch of fake people with equally fake friendships. His mother claimed this was good for him; going to such a school would open so many possibilities for college, he could follow in his father’s footsteps.
“Hey, new kid, you're on my team. Time to win” said someone, breaking away from his thoughts. He got up, walking towards the court. He wasn't new to playing, maybe a bit rusty, sure. So it came to no surprise they won their match. Well, maybe somewhat of a surprise to Luke; the kids at this school seemed to excel in everything, sports included, and his team was no exception. “Great play newbie. You got talent” said the boy from earlier. Luke could only muster up a quiet thanks, not interested in continuing the conversation. “I’m sure it's actually harder here than your other school,” the boy continued. “I mean, we're undefeated, am I right?” said one of his friends, holding up his hand and clapping hands with his other friend. “I'm actually going to be late for class,” said Luke, trying his best to escape from them. “Yeah sure, we’re here if you need anything.” It might seem nice, but the way he said it made it seem anything but that. “There's a party later, you should definitely come by, bring your friends,” he continued, his friends snickering at him with looks of disapproval. Luke only sighed annoyed at this kid. “I'm good thanks,” “you scared or something?” laughed one of the boys. Now they really were getting on his nerves. “I'm not going to your stupid party,” Luke spilled out, bumping his shoulder with the boy. He was stopped by the boy’s arms, the rest crowding around him ready to fight. the sound of the teacher’s whistle stopping them. “Percy and company go to detention, now.”
You walked towards the classroom, scrolling through your phone when a sudden ding caught your attention.
You smiled sweetly, appreciating whoever this person was, at least they were sweet. It was a shame they obviously got the wrong number.
Deciding to text back, you stepped into the classroom, greeted by your brother and his usual crowd making a ruckus, all while Luke sat in the back, smiling at the text on his screen.
You walked towards an available desk, not noticing the guy behind you, the same guy you spilled coffee on in the morning. Too entranced with this potential catfish.
Luke smiled sheepishly, hitting the send button and he put down his phone. Whoever he was talking to seemed to take his mind away from the shitty start of his day, he wanted to learn more about this person. Both you and Luke got sucked back to reality as you saw the teacher walk in. “Grace, please be quiet your in detention, not your house,” she said making her way towards the desk. Your brother's friends seemed to quiet down, each going back to a separate desk. “Ms. Ava,” you called as you walked up to her, handing her your slip. “Nice, Y/N, finally living a little,” she said, smiling at you. “Nice one, sis,” said Percy, his friends chiming in as you walked back to your desk, rolling your eyes playfully at him.
“Okay guys, I don't want to be here, you don't want to be here, so let's all make this a little bit more bearable,” Ms. Ava said. She was one of the younger teachers, one of the only ones who seemed to care and listen to her students' needs and struggles. “Starting Monday, every day after school, you'll have to do chores around the school. Call it a short and bearable hell,” she said, smiling at you guys. “Oh, and I decided when detention ends.”
“Ms. Ava, I can't in the afternoons. I have art class,” you said.
“Really? Maybe you should've thought of that before ending up in detention,” she responded playfully. Your brother and his friends laughed, and even Luke showed a peek of his smile.
“Don't worry, sis, detention is fun. You’re going to love it,” said Percy, smiling at you as you looked back in dread. “Well, now scram,” finished Ms. Ava.“I have a knitting club in an hour and it's friday.”
“Actually, Ms. Ava, before we all leave, I would like to apologize to my classmate,” said Percy looking back at Luke. “Great,another Percy apology,” she responded sarcastically. “Sorry, bro, really,” he said, looking directly at Luke as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Yeah, whatever,” was all Luke could respond, getting up. Everybody breaks away towards their own things.
Summary: You can’t help but admire Jason. Not knowing he’s doing the same.
Contains: fluff. Characters might seem a bit ooc.
A/N: I noticed the lack of Jason fics so hope you all enjoy this one. I had such fun writing it. Feedback is always welcomed and reqs are open <3
Word count: 1.1k
His skin seemed to glow perfectly, his eyes sparkled with the sun. His perfect silky blonde hair was a bit messy, like he had just woken up. Gods, it was flawless, like gold. His slightly tilted glasses made him look cuter than when he didn't have them on. If you didn't know any better, you would say you're enamored, captivated, charmed, enchan…
“Stop staring, you're drooling,” Will said, pointing towards the corner of his lip and casually continuing to eat his breakfast. You brought your finger towards your lip to confirm. How embarrassing, you thought. “I wasn't staring. I don't know what I could ever be staring at,'' you defended, avoiding Will's gaze. Suddenly, your plate was really interesting as you fiddled around with some pancakes. Smooth, gaslight your brother into thinking he's the crazy one.
“Sure lover girl, let's pretend you weren't ogling at Mr. Sparky over there,” Will just knew how to push your buttons. Both of you being top healers meant you knew each other better than the rest of your siblings. Sadly, that also meant he knew your weaknesses all too well like a certain blonde he kept talking about.
“He's way out of my league” you rebutted. You didn't give yourself enough credit. Most would assume you were a daughter of Aphrodite if it weren't for the distinct freckles and soft glow that every Apollo kid seems to have.
“Yeah well, he likes you back. you guys just need to be a little less shy” he stated as if it were a fact. But it wasn't, well, at least not for you. Jason was just too handsome. Sure, the Aphrodite boys were too, and so were some of the Hermes boys, but Jason was just different in your eyes. It wasn't only about looks; it was his caring personality and how nice he could be. Not that it was a surprise, but considering he is the son of Jupiter you would have thought he would be a little more conceited.
”You know, you keep saying that, but I don't see it. Plus I can't think of crushes right now; we have to prepare the infirmary.” both you and Will know that deep down, you wanted to believe that Jason liked you back but were always ‘too busy’ to talk about your feelings.
Especially on capture the flag days, You weren't one to participate; fighting isn't your thing. You were half decent with a bow but just awful at playing, landing you with the amazing job of nursing everyone back to health. You would think people knew better than to slash each other to almost death, knowing that their desert privilege was on the line. But that never seemed to stop anyone from creating more work for the Apollo cabin.
You sighed as you prepared some of the beds in the infirmary, having gauzes and ambrosia ready at your disposal. Singing softly as you worked, maybe you weren't blessed with amazing archery skills or astonishing arts abilities, but you had other skills in your favor. Like your voice and talent with the lyre. Most of the camp would agree that you were the best singer from the Apollo cabin, often leading the sing-alongs at the campfires or just singing sweet children's songs to the little ones at camp.
Caught up in your singing and folding of sheets, you didn't hear the conch being blown or the screaming campers celebrating their victory or announcing their complaints over losing. So, to say you almost had a heart attack when you heard a soft voice call your name was truly an understatement.
“Gods Austin you scared me,” you said, looking at your brother as he smiled softly, “Sorry you just have a patient ready for you, doc,” he said, smirking slightly as he was up to something. “I'll attend some; tell Will to take care of the rest” You turned around, not looking at your now creepily smiling brother. You started putting a little tray on one of the beds . Austin continued talking, “Oh but there is this camper who has specially requested for you,” he said as he dragged said camper towards you. “Okay well bring them up; i don't have time to attend everybody,” your voice started to faint as you looked up towards this oh so special camper that requested you.
“I can come back at another time if you're too busy,” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head with rosy cheeks, he was embarrassed. But now you sported matching red cheeks as you looked at him intensely in awe of his presence. “No, you fine Jason please sit” you gestured towards the bed. “I got nicked with a sword; it's not that bad” he explained, tilting his head, his voice was ringing in your ears like a charm.
“Can i touch your face” you mumbled as you began to study the small gash he had from afar. “Sure,” Jason stuttered a bit, his face getting a little bit redder. You softly touched his jaw, further inspecting his injury. “Well, it's not deep enough for ambrosia or nectar, but it's still kind of deep,” you stated grabbing a cotton ball with a pair of tweezers “I’m just going to clean it up and heal it ,” you said, your voice shaking a bit. Jason could only muster a hum as you placed a tiny amount of alcohol into his wound. He winced at the sting, but it didn't seem to bother him that much, especially with how gently you touched his face.
Both of you fell into an uncomfortable silence, not knowing what to say, faces a bit too close to each other, entering in panic mode. Yet Jason built up enough courage as he whispered a faint “Your voice is so beautiful.” You couldn't help but look into his blue eyes, eternally getting lost in those precious sky-blue irises. Your faces got closer slowly, instinctively, as if it was the only way to respond. Trying to wrap your head around the boy's words truly left you speechless. But life decided to ruin this perfect moment as you heard someone speak.
“I need some help with some Ares kids,” Will said standing there, clearly seeing he had interrupted something. “Right,” you responded brushing off nonexistent dust from your camp shirt and looking back at Jason. “Your wound should feel better now, let me know if it doesn't,” you said, all giddy at the thought of him coming back. He just nodded shyly, trying to say anything as you walked closer to Will but ultimately stayed silent.
“Your voice is so beautiful, marry me Y/N” mocked Will as both of you walked towards the other side of the infirmary, punching his stomach, “Shut up” you whispered. Gods, Jason Grace might just be the death of you.
Summary: After receiving a text at 3 am, you can’t help but feel sorry for the sender.
A/N: intro is up!! If you would like to be added to the taglist comment on the series masterlist or send an ask!!
Word count: 489
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“Could I get your phone number?” Call him crazy, but Luke felt like there was a spark between him and this girl, stuck in their own bubble as loud music pounded through the walls. Plus, Chris kept pestering him on maybe not spending so much time in his own world. “Maybe kiss a girl or two, party a little” Chris would say. Yet it didn’t come easy to him, always scared of rejection. But after a bit too much liquid courage and just the right vibe, he thought, screw it, maybe shooting his shot might actually get him somewhere.
The girl only smiled and nodded, lingering her fingers on his, grabbing his phone and typing away. “I’ll text you once I get home,” he said, a flirty smile on his face as the girl only giggled and got whisked away with the crowd. All while Luke internally punched the air in triumph, maybe this was it. He could already imagine himself on dates, taking her to the movie theatre downtown. Caught up in his illusions, lips giddy as ever, he walked back to Chris, ready to share it all.
“Rookie mistake, castellan,” said Chris as he nodded in disapproval at his story. “Why? I literally got her number,” retaliated Luke, a small frown forming.
“You always ask for insta first. Come on, man this is common knowledge. You run the risk that she gave you a fake number. You can’t fake an instagram account.”
It wasn’t like Chris had much experience either but he was very much more outgoing. He didn’t fear rejection, and things just came to him. “Well I’m sure it’s not a fake number. She was too nice to do that” he said.
Yet all night, Luke couldn’t shake the feeling that Chris was right; it was a fake. So, of course, as he got home, the first thing he did was text said phone number.
You were sound asleep when you heard the annoying buzzing of your phone. Tumbling in your bed, annoyed at whoever was disturbing your sleep, you check the message. Not understanding the text, since a) you haven’t met anyone, and b) it’s 3 am.
‘And prayers,’ you thought, turning on your light to see your phone better.
You texted back, turning off your lamp as you tried to fall back to sleep. You couldn’t help but feel really annoyed to whoever thought it was okay to text at 3 am, but also kind of sad for this mysterious being. Yet all thoughts went out the window as your heavy eyes finally started to close, regaining back your sleep.
Summary: after a certain incident you can’t help but start liking mangos a bit more, and maybe a certain camper as well.
Contains: fluff, characters can be ooc, usual Stoll sibling antics, some swearing, kind of cringe lines ngl
A/N: I love this small prank the stolls pull on the Aphrodite cabin and it inspired me to write this fic. Hope you guys like it. Reqs are open <3. Also I hate mangos idk what demon possessed to write a character that loves them.
Word Count: 2.5k
If there is one thing your cabin mates knew about you, it is your strong affinity for mangos–or, as Drew likes to call it ‘an extreme obsession’. Another fact was that, for some odd reason, camp didn't have mangos. Well not least you bribed a Dementer kid to grow some or got a Hermes child to bring you one from the outside. Sometimes, you would even go back home during winter break just to be able to enjoy some sweet mangos, even if they weren’t in season. Your dad always spoiled you rotten with everything, from actual mangos to mango lip gloss. So, it came to your sibling's surprise that there you were eating half a mango for breakfast. Lost in your world without a care for the burning eyes watching you.
“How exactly did you get that?” asked Piper, munching on her bowl of strawberries, “One of the boys from cabin 4” You replied oh so casually.
“Y/N, you can't just use your charmspeak casually,” complained Mitchell. Unlike Piper and Drew, you tended to use your charmspeak for more trivial things. If your mother gave you a gift, it was to be used, and maybe you did use it for small things like getting out of archery or another serving of strawberry shortcake. Maybe it wasn't the best use of such power, but it came in handy, overall being blessed with beauty had its perks.
“It's fine I was just craving some. Plus the Hermes kids haven't made their trip yet, so something had to be done,” you said, cleaning off the dripping juice. It might have been the best mango you have eaten if it weren't for your siblings shooting daggers at you. “Well, at least I'm not using my charmspeak to manipulate a cabin,” you continued.
“It's been months, let it go, please,” said Drew, now getting slightly annoyed by you. But who could blame you? You were slightly annoyed at this conversation yourself. Couldn't a girl enjoy her mango in peace?
“Anyways we have archery practice, so don't charmspeak your way out,” said Piper, looking directly at you.
“Hey, it was like three times, I was tired,” you defended yourself, putting your hands up. Despite the occasional squabbles, you did love all your siblings. Yes, maybe you had petty fights like Valentina stealing Drew's crop top or Mitchell using Noah’s cologne. But nothing extreme. At the end of the day, the power of gossip and love united, making you a happy little family.
So as you all enjoyed your archery class led by Kayla from the Apollo cabin, playfully pointing arrows at each other and cheering Lacy on as she hit a bullseye, you failed (more like didn't expect) to notice two mops of curly brown ran past you, making a beeline for a certain pink cabin tip-toeing in and out, leaving the object in their hands giggling at their prank.
So, as your cabin finished the lesson and made your way for a quick break, you didn't expect to see a golden mango with ‘for the hottest’ written on it.
“Aw, I love it when people leave things for me,” said Drew, picking up said mango ready to add it to her infinite collection of love letters
“Well it doesn't say for who it is,” said Mitchell.
“Maybe it's for me,” said another one of your siblings.
“I'm the hottest I don't know what you're talking about” interjected your sister.
“I was told I rival my mom's beauty,” you added.
“She's OUR mother too,” started Piper.
Your banter slowly turned into actual fighting, screams echoing outside the cabin as glass bottles shattered.
“That was my only bottle left, you bitch” screamed Drew as Valentina threw her perfume to the ground. It didn't stop there, as shoes and clothes flew out the window, landing in the mud
“Mom gave me that belt, Mitchell,” cried one of your brothers, as said belt was now covered in gross mud, lost forever.
“Oh my gods, why could you cut up my Miu Miu sweater? that was expensive,” you sobbed as one of your sisters started cutting up clothes nearby.
Safe to say, the cabin was no longer the organized place that always got a 5, it looked worse than the Hermes cabin, with tattered clothes mixed with spilled makeup and perfume covering the floor.
“What in gods name is this?” You all looked like deers caught in headlights once Chiron stepped foot in the cabin.
“They started it,” everyone said simultaneously, pointing in different directions.
“Actually, I believe I found the perpetrators outside. Still, kitchen duty for all,” he said, galloping outside as said perpetrators peeked into the cabin
“We did well with this one, Trav,” said conner snickering.
“You'll pay for this Stolls'' screeched Drew. Suddenly, seventeen angry children of Aphrodite ran towards the siblings. Yes they had pulled hair and spills all over their clothes, but they didn't care about appearances at the moment, especially you, who would waste such a good mango just like that, plus you were still mad about your sweater, you had planned on wearing it for the bonfire later.
Fortunately, some form of revenge was taken as pasty white foundation appeared on Travis's face, making him look like a clown, and Connor’s clothes instantly shrunk two sizes smaller. You would say he was rocking the crop top, but it honestly just looked funny.
All of the cabin stood there in a circle, scowls on their faces and some laughing at the sight, as you broke through your teared-up sweater still in hand.
“Nemesis is a bitch I guess” said one of your sisters as you threw your sweater at Travis's face. “You're lucky we’re being nice to both of you,” you said, quickly storming off back to your cabin. Now who was going to clean all of this up?
It took most of the cabin all day until dinner to clean up all the broken glass and fabric left on the floor, as well as clean some of the muddy designer shoes.
“I'm sorry Y/N. I know you loved that sweater,” said your sister. It was more than just an extremely expensive sweater to you, your father had gifted it to you as a birthday present. It wasn't often you got to see him only during winter break on occasion. It was a small piece that tied you back home, and now it was destroyed.
“It's fine. Maybe I could get a new one” you lied through your teeth. Even a new sweater couldn't replace the damage done, and you swore upon your mother and Nemesis that you would get your revenge on the Stolls. Maybe you could make them fall in love with a frog or cause someone to break their heart. Anything at the moment seemed like a better revenge than their permanent makeup and clothing curse placed by your siblings. You were just so mad you couldn’t fathom it all.
It all just got you in a terrible mood. You were sure your anger and bitterness could turn the campfire black. And there you were, getting ready for said campfire with no sweater on, and your favorite mango balm was also a small victim of your sibling's anger. You sat at dinner sulking, not speaking to anyone, trying to eat your mango, thinking it could cheer you up but it didn’t. It just made you angrier at the Stolls, especially Travis with his cheeky smile as you threw him your destroyed sweater. Granted, it might have been the clown makeup, but still.
And you continued to sulk during the campfire, not singing along and sitting slightly apart from your siblings. Most of them had made amends at this point, but you just acted like it. Who could blame you for being petty? It was only justified. You were so entranced in your own emotions that you failed to see the person sitting next to you, yet the small gift placed on your lap didn’t go unnoticed.
“I heard from Gwen about your sweater,” he said, looking down at the floor “I’m sorry about the whole ordeal, really.”
You sighed as you looked towards him “Travis you know I can’t get that makeup off of you,” you said. You were sure whatever this gift was it was probably bribery, and your anger couldn’t let you see past that.
“Maybe you should open it first. I kind of left camp for this and paid for it,” he said, finally looking back at you. You tried your best not to laugh at his face, but he did look ridiculous with the clown makeup.
You opened the gift carefully, revealing a pink sweater almost exactly like the one you lost. You gasped as you looked back at Travis, “I know it’s not Moo Moo.”
“Miu Miu,” you corrected.
“Yeah that. But still I wanted to replace it. I know it doesn’t have the same meaning, I'm sorry, really,” his apology seemed sincere, and you couldn’t dictate lies between his words.
“Thanks, but what about the rest of the things my siblings lost?” You weren’t wrong. If he wanted to apologize, he should’ve been replacing all the things lost in this ‘prank.’
“Well, it’s not like they like mangos,” he said ever so casually, confusing you.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you know there’s only one person in that cabin that likes mangos. It was a golden mango,” he got up and just left, winking at you as you stayed there processing his words. You would’ve laughed at his face, but even with the gods awful makeup, he looked cute, and you could almost feel your heart skip a beat as to what he was insinuating. But still, you didn’t understand what exactly he was trying to tell you. He left you there dumbfounded, trying to understand your feelings at that moment.
Being a daughter of Aphrodite, you could be pretty oblivious when it came to your feelings. You knew instantly if someone had a crush on another person, yet you couldn't understand why your heart beated so fast around the Hermes boy. You chalked it up to the ridiculous makeup he had, considering you found clowns creepy, but it still felt different. Suddenly, you didn't feel like skipping archery class anymore if it meant the Hermes cabin was going to be there, or putting a little bit more effort into your appearance each morning. You even wore your pink sweater religiously, as if it was the only item of clothing you owned.
Your siblings were not as oblivious as you, they knew about the secret glances during breakfast or how your voice went up an octave when you spoke to him. But in true aphrodite cabin style, they watched from afar, seeing a love story form right before their eyes. And it wasn't hard to push you guys together, you seemed to always unconsciously follow him around, excusing it by saying you wanted to be more involved in camp.
“Y/N could you take over arts and crafts for me today? I’m kind of busy with some other things,” asked Mitchell. He was free, but you did need to know that, and being the understanding sister that you were, you agreed. But your dear brother forgot to mention one slight detail: it was all the younger campers, which you couldn't stand sometimes, and that it was an arts and crafts session with the Hermes cabin.
So, it came as a surprise to see a familiar mop of curls sitting at a separate table from the rest of the campers, making his own friendship bracelets. And it seemed to be a surprise to Travis too, fixing his hair and discreetly checking his breath once he caught a glimpse of you.
“I thought Mitchell was helping today,” he said, pulling the chair next to him. You sat down fixing your hair too.
“Actually, he is busy today, so I'm covering,” you explained, avoiding his eyes. His clown makeup long gone, you finally were able to appreciate his blue eyes and elvish features.
“I’m glad you like the sweater,” he said, breaking the silence between you too. You had forgotten you were wearing it; it was muscle memory at this point.
“Yeah, it's nice. Thank you so much,” you said, trying to hide the blush creeping on your face.
“I'm glad you like it. I had to play poker with some of my siblings to buy it,” he said, and as your mouth dropped, Hermes boy’s were known for shoplifting once in a while, and you had assumed that was the case. But with the simple fact he went through all that trouble to get you a sweater made your heart flutter, you couldn't ignore it anymore: you had a crush on Travis Stoll and he had a crush on you.
You kind of knew about the boy's feelings, being one of the many gifts blessed upon you by your mother. Yet for a whole month, you were in denial of your feelings. How could you like someone who played such a prank on you and your siblings? Or who always had a stupid smirk on his face to pair up with his cocky personality? Yet, you couldn't help it, your heart secretly longed for him.
“You didn't have to go through so much trouble for a sweater, you know,” you said, grabbing some thread to make your bracelet.
“I know, but I wanted to make things right,” he said smiling at you.
"You should've replaced Mitchells cologne, aren't you guys friends?” you said, not looking at how his smile slowly faded.
“We are friends, but I wanted to make things right with you,” you couldn't help but smile at his words as butterflies started to form in your stomach.
“Why with me though?” Travis groaned, running his hand over his face. “I thought you were a daughter of Aphrodite” he said, with slight annoyance laced in his words
“I am, but that still doesn't answer my question,” You finally looked up at him holding back from laughing in his face.
“Because you're you, and I… don't you get it Y/N?” he said, stumbling over his words.
“Gods don't make me spell it out, this is so embarrassing,” the young campers long forgotten as they left both of you alone. “I like you. Gods, the mango was meant for you, there's only one person in that cabin that eats mangos like she can't live without them,” he spilled out, feeling a weight lift off his chest
“I knew,” you said. You couldn't help but smile, it was only you ever wanted to hear from him, ever since he sat next you at that campfire.
“You knew!?”
“Trav I can sense when someone has a crush, I just wanted you to say it,” now it was his time to blush at the sound of his name leaving your lips.
“And I guess the feelings are reciprocated” you finished off, looking directly into his eyes.
“So, will you go out on a date with me?” he asked, smiling so wide it hurt his cheeks.
“If there's going to be mangos, then yes I would love to go on a date with you,” you responded. It felt like time stopped, and it was only you and Travis in that moment, looking at each other's eyes stuck in your bubble of love.
