Percico

The best part about being tall, is dating a short person.

"I'm not that short! I bet I'm even taller than Leo!" Nico angrily retorts.

"Oh, really? Nice to know, Sunshine." I chuckle.

"PERCY. I AM NOT SHORT."

"Now you're sounding like Annabeth."

"So?"

"So, I don't need two of her. Who cares, anyway? I'm proud of my little shortie."

It's scary, but I didn't think it was possible--Nico frowns as deeply as he can, his eyes glaring. With a low rumbling whisper, he speaks, "What did you just call me?"

Me and my big mouth.

"H-Hey, Nico," I nervously attempt to relax him. "I-I didn't mean it like th-that."

He stomps towards me until he's looking up directly at me, "Call me that one more time, Jackson, and you'll regret it."

I swallow, and he turns away, sitting back on my bunk.

"Okay, maybe you're not that short. . ." I scratch the back of my neck.

Nico smiles (and my heart leaps in swirls), "I know. Now, come cuddle."

My worries fade away as I smile lop-sidedly. I walk towards my boyfriend and embrace him in a hug.