Frank read the first few paragraphs of the book feverishly. His eyes skimmed the pages with desperation. His heart beat rapidly in his chest, and every minute he spent reading the book gave him no relief.

So, you're checking out a dude. You're looking at his butt and think he's cute, and that's okay! The first step to this "no homo" guide is accepting that you are curious. Curious and free to experiment with your gender identity and sexual desires. As long as you and everyone else is safe, protected, and has vividly given consent.

Frank was half convinced Annabeth gave him a guide to gay porn.

He read a few more pages. Frank's heart starting to slow as words of acceptance were mentioned every sentence. This helped him with his anxieties, but not his problems.

With a huff, the buff Canadian slammed the book shut. He pushed himself backwards, his head hitting his pillow. He groaned.

The rest of the Ares cabin was out doing arts and crafts. If Frank wasn't having an internal, possibly bisexual, crisis, he would have laughed at the image of Clarisse with glitter in her hair. A seven-year old camper pulling her arm to try and show her his drawing. The drawing barely resembling a tree, let alone the god Dionysus that the camper claimed it was.

He set the book to the side. His eyes were staring at the bottom of the bed above his. The bottom was covered in barbed wire, painted with gold, silver, and red paint (or at least, Frank hoped it was paint).

He had used clothes pins to secure pictures on the barbed wire the last time he visited. Since his visits to Camp Half Blood were quite frequent, the Ares Cabin gave him a bed.

He reached up and gently plucked the picture from the wires. It was a small, 4x7 photograph. The edges were a bit torn and the photo was creased from being folded too many times.

It was a picture of Hazel and himself when the war had ended. Hazel was wearing an oversized golden helmet. Her hair was a frizzy heap on her head, bursting through the sides of her helmet like stuffing out of a torn panda pillow pet.

She grinned to him, the camera catching a glimpse of her gaze to Frank. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her cheeks were stained by sorrow. Her shirt was wrinkled and her weapon laid at her side, loosely held by her trembling hands.

Frank, to her left, had his hand on her shoulder. He towered over her, but he looked just as badly shaken as she did. He didn't smile, not like she did.

Hazel's smile light up the photo, made the sun seem brighter. Frank's smile looked like a ghost, cold and detached.

His shirt was torn, blood seeping through wounds on his chest. Tears ran down his face. The hot tears shining in the sun. His pants were covered in mud, and one of his arms were in the middle of changing back to human form. The photo was snapped after he had changed from a large grizzly bear back to himself.

His claws were covered in blood. The fur sticky with a mix of blood, sweat, and ichor.

Frank hugged the photo to his chest. He begged himself to feel something. Feel anything romantic towards his girlfriend. His heart skipped a beat, and his eyes continued to look up at the photos he had. He smiled to himself, maybe he still loved Hazel. Maybe his crush on Percy was some weird puberty thing.

Then he saw the reason he was beginning to smile. He was staring at a photo of Percy.

"Damnit." He cursed before picking up the book again.

Maybe chapter two would help make things more clear?