Have You Heard Of Leo Valdez?

Getting caught kissing

You had never kissed anyone on the lips, unless you counted your mother when you were four. 

Yet here you were, at the age (Y/A), leaning in to the one and only Nico DiAngelo for a kiss. 

You thought he liked you too, you guys would always hang out, he would hug you, loads of fun stuff like that. 

You thought he would lean in and kiss you right back, instead he leaned way back, falling off the log you were sitting on, and shouted--"IM GAY!"

You must've looked really stupid, your eyes open and your lips puckered like a fish. 

"Hmm?" You couldn't believe it. 

He  sighed and sat up, brushing his shirt off. 

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I like you- but not like that."

You looked down, not wanting him to see you in this state. 

Your face was crimson red, and your eyes were watery.

Of course this had to happen to you of all people.

"Bye Nico, I--I gotta go." 

You ran to your cabin, blubbering like a baby.

You dramatically crashed onto your bed, curling up into a burrito and hugging your pillow close to you, ruining your on fleek eyeliner.

You always thought sleeping after a good cry was the best type of sleep.

When you woke up, you had a major head ache. 

You groaned and rolled out of your blanket, falling on the ground in the process.

You stood up, still kinda wobbly, and stumbled to the bathroom. 

You almost screamed, almost.

There was a demon on your mirror! 

Oh wait....that was just you. 

You jumped in the shower and scrubbed your face.

When you finished your shower, you dried off and put on your traditional camp clothes.

Your orange CHB t-shirt, some shorts, and your favorite shoes.

When you were dressed, you put your hair up, and walked out the door to get some breakfast.

As much as you hated it, you naturally got up around 6:00 AM.

You thought you could use this crappy super power and eat breakfast before everyone else. 

The morning was crisp, and the birds were the only sound in the air. 

Well that and the faint sound of clanking metal.

Who in their right mind would be up at this time?! 

Well...you were...but you weren't exactly in your right mind. 

You followed the sound of the clanking, and soon your eyes fell open a humongous metal dragon, with a little latino boy straddling it.

The boy was shirtless, sweaty, and very hot. 

His curls clung to his face, probably from the sweat. 

The dragon whirred its teeth, snapping you from your daze.

"What? Who?" The boy seemed to respond the the dragon's speech.

The dragon made a clicking sound, and the latino boy turned his head to see you, standing in the brush.

You made eye contact, your (E/C) eyes staring into his chocolaty brown eyes.