𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮...
"Famous people. Infamous desires. One crown. Competition for it. Easy peasy..."
𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮...
"M-My name? Oh! I'm Marissa McLean."
𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷...
"Pain remains forever in everyone's hearts."
"Not mine."
"Just because you're you, Leo, doesn't mean anything."
𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰...
"Annabeth Chase is-!"
"Don't you dare-"
"On the case!"
𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽...
"Sometimes, you come across those holes in your hearts again, and then are just stuck there until you remember, 'What the heck am I doing? I've already done this before!'"
𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮...
"I see a bright future and...I think pasta sauce on your chin."
𝓼𝓸, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽...
"Gowns, dresses, heels, ah! Pants!"
𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮...
"Hey! That's my thing!"
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽, 𝓘 𝓼𝓪𝔂...
"Thank you, next."
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Listen.
This is not a Percabeth story.
I know, I know, painful, it truly is, and I ship Percabeth, but this a Perc
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.