Hey guys this is a new story it'll probably be a couple of chapters long idk. I'm looking for story ideas so if you have any PLEASE LET ME KNOW! ESPECIALLY IF IT CAN BE USED AS A LONG TERM STORY! I'm trying to find something that I can write about for a while like an actual story like I did with The After Effects or The Lost Girl in Ancient Greece. I want something long to write, you know, like a book. Those are so fun and I've been writing mostly one shots lately and I really wanna do something long term i miss doing it. so if you have ANY ideas at all PLEASE let me know and I will mot likely do them. Thanks guys, please enjoy this! Oh also mentions of abuse and stuff idk if there will be anything like major that really describes it but I'll let you know if there is. Please be careful.

The one thing Leo Valdez almost never went without was a shirt.

He was always wearing one and they were usually long sleeve if he could help it. Hanging out- shirt. Eating- shirt. Cooking- shirt. Sleeping- shirt. If he didn't absolutely have to take his shirt off he wouldn't. It would probably have to be a life or death situation for him to take it off.

No one ever really noticed this. It had never really occurred to them until one day when they were on the Argo II on their quest. They were all eating really messy spaghetti- courtesy of Leo. Everyone was around the table, eating and hanging out, talking about the quest. Nobody was really paying attention to Leo at the moment, too caught up in their significant other to pay attention to the lonely boy at the end of the table. The other six chatted while Leo played around with his spaghetti. He was moving it back and forth on his plate, twirling it around his fork, and slurping it up like a vacuum causing him to make loud, obnoxious noises that made the others give him a glare everyone in a while.

Maybe that's why they don't talk to me, Leo thought to himself. I act too much like a five year old. Maybe I should grow up. Leo dazed into his food pondered wether or not he should actually act like a fifteen year old or keep acting like he was seven and allow himself to remember the only good time in his life, when his mom was still around.

There was a loud squeak and some clatters of plates. Leo looked up to see that everyone had finished eating and Hazel was picking up the plates from everyone. "Hey, Leo, are you done eating?" She asked him with her hand out for the plate.

"Yeah, it's fine, I'll take the dishes," Leo said standing up with his plate in his hand.

"It's fine, Leo, I'm already up." Hazel assured.

"No, no, I'll get it, sit back down," Leo insisted. Hazel sighed and sat back down. Leo walked over to gather all the plates on the table. He wasn't paying attention and hit his arm on the corner of Frank's chair causing his arm to fling back and his plate to fling back towards him as well. "Damnit," Leo cursed, looking down at all the sauce now on his, used-to-be-white shirt.

"Oh, Leo, you got sauce all over your shirt," Piper said sympathetically in that mom sounding voice. "Here, take your shirt off so I can wash it."

No, it's fine," Leo said setting his plate down, grabbing a napkin and attempting to wipe of as much sauce from the shirt as possible.

"No, don't wipe, dab. Dab it, Leo, dab it. You gotta dab other wise it's going to be worse," Piper explained to him. She sighed as Leo just continued to wipe. "Here, just give it to me, I'll have it cleaned up in no time," she said walking over to him and motioning for him to take his shirt off.

Leo took a step back rom her defensively. "It's fine, I think we can leave my shirt on for now, I'll jut take the dishes to the kitchen and then go change. I'll be sure to give you the shirt to clean." Leo grabbed the plates off the table as quick as possible and rushed out to the kitchen before Piper tried to use her charmspeak on him.

"Well, okay then. Are you sure you don't need help with the dishes?" Piper called to him as he grabbed the plates and started walking.

"No, I'm fine!" He yelled as he walked out of the room.

Everyone looked around at each other for a couple of seconds before Percy spoke up. "Well, that was kinda... weird and un-Leo like."

"Yeah did anyone notice how defensive he got?" Hazel questioned. Everyone nodded.

"He refused to take his shirt off and give it to Piper to clean. Don't know why and don't understand the big deal but whatever," Annabeth shrugged as she stood up from the table. She looked at Percy and grabbed his hand. "We'll take this watch," she said to the other before leaving.

Everyone nodded as they walked off. "You know, now that I think about it, I've never seen him with his shirt off," Jason mumbled.

Piper nodded. "Yeah you're right, I haven't either and I've known him the longest."

Frank shrugged as he stood up from the table. "I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe he just doesn't like how skinny he is or something, I don't know, but I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm sure he's fine."

The others nodded and stood up from the table as well and walked off to prepare and plan and sleep.

Nobody ever really thought about it again.