Thank you for the feedback! I'm trying to experiment with my writing with this one-shot series, so I really appreciate any tips you guys give me!

Also, DDaughterOfAthena, thank you for the request! I'm working on it right now, though it might be a little bit before I post it.

In the meantime, here's a short blurb that I already had written. I hope you guys like it! It's based off of the song Summertime by Yellow Claw. It's an EDM song, and it's one of my favorites. This is just what I imagined when I heard the song. I don't know if you'll think of the same thing, but yeah. It's my first attempt at third person omniscient, so it might seem a bit awkward at times. If it does, then please let me know, and I'll try my best to fix it.

Please review!

I don't know why, but this feels like summertime
Out late at night, with you standing by my side
Maybe it's the lights or the walk that your skin on mine
I don't know why, but this feels like summertime

Her skin glowed under the streetlamps as a smile inched its way across her face. Her hair bounced with every step she took. Her eyes were brighter than the stars and the moon combined.

She was talking about architecture. Go figure. She was describing all of the changes she would make to Berkeley's buildings had she been in charge of constructing them. In all honesty, what she was describing sounded beautiful. Sleek, tilted rooftops, modern materials, tinted windows, all that jazz.

But the way she seemed to be visualizing it, wonder filling her eyes as she immersed herself in her imagination, she was easily more beautiful than any building she could conjure up. He couldn't stop staring at her.

Somewhere in the middle of her monologue, she glanced at Percy. She didn't fail to notice the dreamy look in his eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked.

Percy gave her that endearing yet incredibly frustrating smirk. "You."

She shoved him away, but their intertwined hands pulled him back to her. "You dork."

His eyes only brightened as he drew her to a stop in the middle of the empty backroad. He wrapped his other hand around hers and stared deep into her eyes. "I love you, Wise Girl."

Annabeth couldn't help but feel giddy. This was hardly the first time he said it, yet every time, it felt new. Different. And every time, she could tell he meant it with his whole heart.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a long embrace. "I love you too, Seaweed Brain."

Warmth escaped from one body and into the other. Heat wasn't the only thing they shared. They shared secrets. They shared lives. They shared hearts.

They stood there, rocking side to side in the middle of the road, until a car honked at them. When it did, they were hardly surprised. They just laughed.

They jogged to the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, and the car driver smiled. Young love. So refreshing. So beautiful.

They kept walking under the streetlights, never once letting go of each other, going who knows where for who knows how long. But that was the beauty of love. To never know where you're going, to never know where you're going to end up, but enjoying the experience nonetheless. To truly relish every moment together.

It didn't have to be summertime for them to appreciate that.