After Octavian was blown up and the Roman's and Greeks made an allince and blah-blah-blah, people didn't think Percy and Jason would get along. They had seen Percy and Thalia, they ruin the whole forest if they aren't stopped saying it was 'cousinly' fight. And the two were forced to work side-by-side for about three months straight to save the world. They might hate each other's gutts, but they have a common enemy, so they would do what ever.
These were a few thoughts that circulated through the groups at Camp Half-blood (the romans haven't left yet). And since the two weren't seen to much together, no one knew if these acusations were right or not, and they were a bit scared of the seven who defeated Gaea and her gaints, so they didn't bother to ask.
All of a sudden Percy trips and stumbles into Jason, making him fall to the floor. Everyone around them gasped in surprised, ready to jump in if they start killing each other. Nico was also there, he looked at them and narrowed his eyes when he say teir expressions.
"I swear to Hades, guys." Nico threatened, and that made everyone else more timid.
"Bro, better tie your shoes, don't want you fallen for someone else." Jason said.
"Why would I do that, bro? I'm clearly head-over-heels for you." Percy smirked.
"When I see you, my heart swores, bro." Jason rebuttled.
"I ocean-t tell you, but I sea stars when i'm around you." Percy grinned like an idiot.
"Bro."
"Bro."
"Say 'bro' one more time." Nico said, pointing his sword at both the idiots.
"Jeesh, Neeks, we get the point." Percy huffed. "You don't have to use such harsh swords, it's not supposed to give you metal problems."
Jason burst out laughing. "How in the Hades do you come up with this stuff?"
"Bro, I'm the son of the sea-god, I am the definnition of Salty." Percy said. "It's in my blood."
"So you guess don't want to rip each other's throats out?" Some one from the crowd asked. The two 'bro's' looked at the campers with confused looks. Jason looked normal, but Percy had those wide, unnervingly innocent eyes that looked like he was litteraly born yestarday.
"Why?" Percy asked.
"Uh...never mind." The camper said and the crowd dispersed.
"Hey, Bro, wana race to the Lake?" Jason said, looking at Percy.
"You're Jas-on, I will Per-see you at the lake, though try to be a bit more Grace-full when you pout like a sour Octavian." Percy said and then jumped up and started running living a dumbfound Jason in his wake, wondering how in all of anythng, he could make puns so damn fast.