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Summary: I fell madly in love with Percy Jackson the moment I saw him, when he and his Satyr friend were watching the naiad doing underwater basket weaving when he first arrived at camp. I loved everything about him. But as time went on, I knew I wasn't good enough, because I wasn't Annabeth. But now, maybe I have a chance, even if its only to be his friend. I am Amila, a Mermaid.

Pairings: Percy/OC

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I hid behind the branch of a willow tree that dipped into the lake. Peering from behind it, I watched Percy Jackson swim. He was sixteen, just my age, and amazingly handsome. The Son of Poseidon was sun kissed tan, lean and muscled like a god. His jet black hair looks blue in the sunlight, and his sea green eye… I could look into them forever. But I have no chance at getting his love. He loves that Daughter of Athena, Annabeth Chase. I can tell why. She's perfect, everything he could want. But me? I'm a mermaid, and the only one at Camp Half-Blood, too.

I have slightly tanned skin, and a long, aqua blue tail. My hair reaches my back in caramel brown waves, my ears are pointed at the tips, and my eyes are golden brown. I wear a sea green sash around my chest, as I chose the color to match his eyes. But I'm not her. I don't have curly blond hair, deep grey eyes, or legs. I'm nothing compared to her. Percy is so far out of reach, yet I can't help but love from a distance.

Watching him now, I see that he's angry at something. His strokes are too forced, and he's frowning. The water is matching his mood, getting choppy. Maybe I could see what's wrong. But would he tell me? Would I be good enough to even get the time of day?

I plucked up the courage that I'd been saving since the first time I saw him, when he was twelve, and went under water. I swam quickly over to him, where he had just gone under water. He doesn't notice me yet.

"Uh," I started nervously, and he turned around, and glared at me. I flinched, "Ne-never mind, then. I'm sorry to bother you,"

As I turned, I heard his heavenly voice speak, "No, don't go. I didn't mean to, I'm just… Angry,"

He wanted me to stay! Oh, great Poseidon, maybe I have a chance, if not as a love interest, then as a friend. Being close to him was all that mattered.

I turned, and gave a shaky smile, "Its okay. That's actually why I came over, since I was wondering why,"

He scowled, eyes distant, and said, "Its nothing, really," He paused looking at me, "I didn't know there were mermaids at Camp Half-Blood,"

"I'm the only one here," I told him, knowing he was avoiding the question, "I'm Amila,"

"Percy," He stuck out his hand, and flushed, "Oh…you probably knew that, with how word gets around,"

I'll go with that. It'll seem less… Stalker-ish.

I shook his hand, "Yeah…" I didn't know what to say any more. Oh, Poseidon, what do I do? What do I say.

Words tumbled out of my mouth, "Um, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. I haven't got anyone to tell, really,"

He studied my face, as if looking for lies, but then smiled, "I'll hold you to that,"

My heart soared, and as he left, I couldn't help but look at my hand in amazement. It tingled, where he'd touched it. Goose bumps covered my skin, and I don't get those a lot.

And the reality of what I had just done hit me.

I had talked to Percy Jackson.

The naiads stared at the giant smile on my face curiously.