"You sure you haven't ever sword fought?" He asked for what felt like the millionth time.

"What, I just casually sword fight my foster siblings while doing my homework?" I replied sarcastically.

So, I've been working on my backstory which happened to be really easy. I decided to have the sterotypical backstory of a demigod. Which, consisted of a perfect batter of no parents, only one, a foster home, or the only parent left is slightly off their bookshelf. Next, for the frosting, which included being a problematic kid, being kicked out of plenty of schools, and some ADHD and dyslexia. And finally for the beautiful sprinkles, some tragedy.

My backstory was carefully constructed without any problematic plot holes or what not. Anyways, my mortal parent died in a car crash when I was 8 (the sprinkles of tragedy). I was forced into the foster system, my first foster parents almost immeditely sent me away after I coincentally set their lawn on fire (the frosting of being a problematic kid). My next few foster parents were a bust. By the way, if one were to ask why they failed I could answer that question, however I thought this paragraph was already too long so I'm moving on. During that time I was getting kicked out of every school I attended by the next year. I also have specific examples about why for this. And then... When I was 16, I ran away-- woah plot twist, totally original--I stumbled into the woods and came across camp. Boom! Backstory accompli--

"(Y/n)?" Percy asked.

"Huh? Yea, what?" I responded.

"You kinda spaced out..." He said. "Anyways-- would you-- uh-- like to-- hm--"

"Yeah, Perce?" I said biting into an apple.

"Would you--" He took in a deep breath, his face red.

"Are you suffocating?" I muttered with fake worry.

He hastily shook his head.

"Percy... Your face is redder than Ron Weasely's when he's mad..." I remarked.

"Ugh-- no-- it's just that... wouldyouliketogotothelakeafterhourswithme?" He asked.

I may or may not have just spit out half chewed apple and dropped my apple. "Percy, we literally just met. You met me yesterday." He looked even more taken back than me.

He sputtered but no words came out, only inhuman noises.

"Percy, here I'll tell you what we get to be friends. Okay? Okay good. Then if you happen to still like me for some odd reason then I'll agree to go out with you. Okay? Good again. How do you propose we should start to get to know each other?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "However you wanna. Want another apple?" He asked changing the subject.

I nodded my head. He picked a bright red apple from the basket of apples Chiron left out for in between meal snacks. He tossed it to me. I caught it.

"How about not proposing to me in Greek." I suggested while smiling.

Percy blushed again. "Okay." He said between nervous laughs.