Riverside
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I sat at the river banks and bleated scornfully. I turned my curly-haired head around again just to see a buff-looking satyr give small, white, bell-shaped flowers to a petite, pretty girl with silvery white hair tucked behind one pointy ear.

I snorted. Giving a dryad her own flowers is so yesterday.

"Hey, Grover! What's up, G-man?" a certain boy behind me asked. Percy crouched down and smiled at me, until he saw my facial expression. The smile melted away, replaced by slight worry.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all. Except for the fact that my old goat buddy James just got Blueberry (AN: Seriously, are all dryads named after their plant?) as his girl," I said dryly.

Percy followed my gaze and saw the silver haired, blue-eyed one. He nodded sympathetically. He dipped his finger in the clear river and traced circles around the fish, which in turn followed his finger around. He smiled slightly, distracted by something other than my problem.

I shook his shoulder. "Percy! Snap out of it!"

He abruptly sat up straight and said, "Oh, uh, Grover. Eh, look, I'm sorry about Blueberry and all, but there are other dryads." He ran his hand through his hair, obviously still distracted. "I need to go see Annabe– uh, I mean Chiron for something. Yeah, that's it. For, erm, archery tips. See you." Percy got up, brushed off his jeans, and jogged off towards the Big House.

"Yeah, bye, Percy," I bleated out a little too belatedly, watching him run off to meet Annabeth (Trust me, I'm not that ignorant. Since when has Percy been interested in archery?). I sighed, my mind toying around with what he had said. There wasn't ever going to be any other dryad as great as Blueberry. Well, maybe Juniper… Nah.

Just then, who'd you know, Juniper comes by and sees my fallen face. Being the kind, gracious tree nymph she is, she sits next to me and asks, "Anything wrong, Grover?" I stared back out at Blueberry, giggling like mad at something James had said.

"Eh, no. Nothing. Thanks for caring, Juniper. I'm sure, nothing's wrong," I said half-heartedly, but my stare just had to wander back to Blueberry. She looked so happy, touching foreheads with James, their hands clasped together, that I just couldn't help but smile.

Juniper's forest-green eyes followed mine and fell on Blueberry. "Oh yeah. Her. Yeah, she's nice and all, but she reminds me too much of the Aphrodite campers here."

"She does," I agreed, much to my own surprise. We just sat there in silence for a long time, our hands getting wet from the morning dew on the grass, the fresh summer breeze blowing cool wind in our faces, listening to the musical gurgle of the river.

I studied Juniper carefully. She just sat there looking so peaceful, her amber hair being blown around by the wind, her eyes closed; lips tugged upwards in a half-smile. She was actually very pretty, I hadn't realized that before.

Prettier than Blueberry, I thought, smiling.

And so there we were, enjoying the cool summer morning by the riverside. And someday, just maybe, we would be more than friends.

Just maybe.