I'm writing a Percachel two-shot from Percy and Rachel's POV's, just cuz I'm so bored. It's a prequel to my other story, Forever. Btw, I made an error, that story isn't a two-shot, it's just a short story.

It's not romance, only friendship. I mean, I don't get why so many people hate Rachel! She's an awesome friend and tries to make Percabeth stronger! She only seems to get in the way because of Annabeth's jealousy.

So, enjoy! And flame me if you want, but I'll ignore it if it's not constructive criticism, only some stupid review saying that you hate Rachel, because this DOES have Percabeth (I'm such a sucker for that.).

Boredom often gets the better of me.

-Cake

Percy's POV:

I glanced at the clock. Another dreaded day at Goode's was almost done. Five… Four… Three… Two… One… Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnng!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hurried out of the classroom and literally ran out of the building. After a few blocks, I stopped at the subway station and rode home. The whole time, I was thinking about the killer prophecy, and… And my stupid twisted teenage relationships. It was spring in NYC already, and I was running out of time, fast. I needed to think.

Instead of walking towards my apartment, I made a few turns and walked to Central Park, where our building is close to. I tended to go to the lake there, because it was relaxing and helped me calm down.

I passed by a few joggers taking their dogs out for a walk. Close to the lake, I saw a familiar red-headed girl sitting on a bench, drawing on her sketch pad. I walked up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, and turned around.

"Oh my gosh, you scared me! I thought you were some beggar who knew who I was, trying to get me to give you money!" she said, laughing.

I half-smiled, and trying to sound offended, said, "Me? A beggar? Now that's just offending. You mind this beggar joining you on that bench?"

Rachel quickly lowered her head, sketched on her pad and without looking up, said, "Sure." I slid onto the bench, next to her.

"Hey, what's that you're drawing? Can I see?" I asked. Rachel shifted uncomfortably but tilted the drawing pad so I could see it.

She had sketched the many monsters in our journey through the Labyrinth, and captured the fierceness of each, their power-hungry eyes, and their hideous forms. It was… It was amazing.

"Wow, that's really good, Rachel. How long have you been learning art?"

"Since I was five. Art's interesting, and it gets your mind free of worrisome thoughts, you know? I mean, it comes alive in a way that you would never expect," she said absent-mindedly. "Oh, sorry, I must be boring you."

I shook my head. "Uh, no, it's fine. Annabeth goes on like this about architecture." I smiled, but then frowned, thinking of Annabeth. Rachel studied me apprehensively, then the lake. She sketched the shape of its shoreline, and the ducks that had come back up north for spring.

"She likes you a lot, you know," Rachel said, still sketching. I flinched.

"Nah, she like's Luke, or Kronos now. She has since she was seven. She's not going to change," I said flatly. Rachel slightly shook her head, and sighed.

"No, Percy. I know. She loves you. More than that Luke. In the Labyrinth, you told me she wasn't usually like this. Haven't you wondered why? Because of me. She's jealous, and she thinks that you like me more than her. It took a blow on her, and that's why."

I tried to cut in, but Rachel raised her index finger in a way that said wait.

"I know that, because her feelings are really easy to read. She's hurt, Percy," Rachel said.

"Oh my gods. I am so slow. Why couldn't I see that? Yeah, Annabeth is jealous. That's something new," I said sarcastically, my moodiness making my attitude worse than normal. "Look, Rachel. She hates me, and loves that traitor Luke. I know you're just trying to make me feel better. Thanks for trying." I got up to go, but Rachel tugged my arm hard, pulling herself up so she stood with me.

"Percy. Listen to me. She loves you. You broke her heart without knowing it. You're both in serious, emotional pain. Do me a favor, as a friend, will you? When you get to camp this summer, let her know about your feelings, okay?" Rachel pleaded.

I didn't say anything at first, but I considered all that she had said to help me and Annabeth and said, "Fine." Rachel looked pleased with herself, and I turned to go, but then thought of something. I turned back, and half-hugged Rachel with one arm.

"Thanks for always being here for me and Annabeth, and being a great friend," I said.

"You're welcome," Rachel said warmly. I let go of her shoulders and I jogged towards my building. I stopped, and turned around to glance at her again. She was staring into the sky, at a graceful eagle on top of a tall skyscraper. Rachel held up her pad and began to quickly sketch the scene. I shook my head and smiled to myself.

That Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

So, whaddya think so far? I still have to do Percy's POV, but I'm putting it into another chapter. Then it would still be a one-shot, right? Oh gawd, I'm so confused with this Two-Shot One-shot thing. Okay… I think I got it now.

So review for this chapter, and Cake will give you Cake. O-o

I think this is slightly better than my other story. And remember, I CAN do requests, for PJaTO and the Twilight saga. Harry Potter if I try, but I only faintly remember some of the series.

-Cake