Hello whoever may read this! So ya this is my first fanfic, so I hope you like it! I completely forgot when I posted this to make any AN's inside the story, or have a disclaimer, so I have one now!

Disclaimer: Sadly I am NOT Rick Riorden.


SIDEKICKS

It started out with just Leo. He bought a 6 pack of beer and sat in bunker 9 drinking away his sorrows.

Every Friday night he would do this. He would think about the fire, he would think about Piper and Jason, and all of their perfections.

Then Drew joined.

At first he was cautious, from what he had seen Drew was a bitch. That changed though. He saw that she was just hiding her pain behind a mask, like he was. Except hers was a mask of makeup and cruel words, while his was a mask of jokes and fake smiles.

Later Connor joined.

This was a surprise for all of them. Even Connor. As well as he hid it, Connor was very jealous of Travis. Travis, who got all the attention and all the girls, while he just played stupid (yet awesome), pranks with no recognition.

This went on during the building of the Argo II, every Friday getting together with a pack of beers and complaining about their lives.

It was a nice stress reliever.

Occasionally Grover joined them. And eventually Rachel showed up as well.

'Piper and Jason are always so perfect, with their looks and their powers, me Im just a stupid kid to them, a kid who can't even control his powers, or even build anything useful.'

'I can't believe how cruel Piper was to me when she kicked me out of my head counsellor position. I know I kind of deserved it but if she was really such a nice girl like everyone thinks she is, she would not have turned everyone against me. Of course Im just the villian to everyone.'

'Everyone loves Travis. Travis can get away with any prank on anyone, and yet they still love him, if I played a prank on a girl like Katie, she would murder me, but no, with him she would find it a form of flattery.'

'I always felt like a bit of a third wheel with Percy and Annabeth.'

'It's so hard being the only mortal in this camp. I can't fight like the rest of you, or participate in any activities. I sometimes wonder why I even bothered becoming an oracle, because Im always so alone.'

They would rant to each other and comfort each other, and let out all of their pent up anger during these night time meetings.

Because they were all nobodies. Wannabes. In some cases, villains. Never the one in the spotlight, because there was always someone in front of them, blocking their view. They would be the ones stuck in the corner of the photo, blocked out when put into a frame. They were all the sidekicks who would stand in the shadows as the heroes got to shine in the sun.


Okay so that's it! Review and tell me what you think!

FireofRiptide