Sorry that this came a bit late. And it's even a bit short :| Anyway, this is Grover and Juniper :)
4: A Little Satyr Problem
Grover was playing his flute on the top of Half-Blood Hill. He smiled as Juniper danced to his playing. Grover knew that compared to plenty of satyrs, his playing was horrible, but it always made him feel better whenever Juniper would appreciate him. "I swear, I'd never look at another tree, Juniper." Grover said, standing up. Juniper stopped dancing and smiled up at him. Grover took her hands and kissed her.
Juniper ruffled Grover's hair. "And I'd never look at another nature spirit either." Juniper promised. "But your playing is horrible." Juniper said. That totally killed the moment. Grover paused for a while and stared at Juniper, who just smiled as if nothing even happened. "Come on, Grovy!" Juniper laughed, taking his hand and pulling him along with her down the hill.
They went to the beach and held hands as they walked. The waves and the sea reminded Grover so much of Percy. It has been quite a few weeks since he saw him. Now he heard that his old bud was reppin' it at Camp Jupiter. "How are mortals like?" Juniper happened to ask him, as she stared out at the sea. Grover thought for a while. "So far, I've met horrible ones, why?" Grover asked. Juniper shook her head. "Uhh…" Grover cleared his throat. "You wanna go out there some time?" He said, straightening his shirt. Juniper turned to him. She slowly turned green as she smiled. "Of course, Grover!" She said. Sometimes Grover would wonder what he did to deserve a dryad like Juniper. She was one in a million – no wait, there were actually billions of trees so, Juniper was one in a billion, making her a lot more special. Grover brushed her wispy amber hair out of her face, leaned down, and kissed her.
Juniper watched in disbelief as Grover kissed another tree. She shrieked. "Ahh!" Grover said, falling backwards, his head landing at her feet. "Wha –" Grvoer started. "I can't believe it Grover! I just can't! You just kissed another tree!" Juniper gasped, chlorophyll-tinted tears building up in her eyes. Grover was just plain confused. So that fairytale happened to be a dream. "No wait –" Grover quickly stood up. But Juniper already ran away.
Just then, Clovis came, carrying a pillow and a blanket. He glanced once in the way Juniper went. "Oh!" Clovis brightened. "You have sleeping problems, don't you?" Clovis suspected. Grover just shook his head and went on his way. Then he realized something and turned around. "Hey! Clovis!"
Short, and not even that nice. Sorry. Hazel and Frank is just quite hard to think of! But I swear on the River Styx that I'll make a comeback in the next chapter! Anyway, search for me on Twitter DemigodClass. Check it out and follow me! :D