Hello! It's Louise and here is one of the many little drabbles I'll be posting on here.

It's my audition piece for the Literary section of the school newspaper. Wish me luck I pass the audition guys!

(P.S Warning: Percabeth friendzone in here.)

(P.P.S Don't say I didn't warn you.)

Disclaimer:

"Yeah, yeah, that's the topic," Louise murmured as she scrawled into her paper, staring at the clock, wihsing that the audition would end as she edited her story once more.

"Whew. Finally, I'm finished," she passed the paper and skipped out.

The teacher glances at the top of her page, where she spotted a messy scribbled disclaimer.

I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS STATED, ONLY THE STORY.

Weak. Useless. Alone. Clueless.

"Hey," His best friend placed her plate beside her as she took a seat beside him.

Broken. Fragile. Betrayed. Confused.

"Why do you look horrible today?" She noted, leaning over the table and plucking a ripe apple from the newly refilled fruit bowl.

Shattered. Anxious. Annoying. Empty.

"Huh?" He looked at her, frowning as he picked up his spoon, scooped a few bits of his mom's famous homemade pancakes and shoved it into his mouth, forcing it down.

Rejected. Lonely. Crushed. Distant.

"Hello? Earth to Percy. I wanna speak with him please," she waved a hand in front of his face, a frown adorning her lips.

Pathetic. Bitter. Depressed. Heartsick.

He rudely pushed away her hand, squinting at her. "He's not online. Please leave a message," he muttered as he moved his plate to the right, pushing another spoonful of the delicious pancake in his mouth.

Untrusted. Lost. Defeated. Heartbroken.

In one fluid motion, she took away his plate of mouth-watering pancakes and faced him. "What is wrong with you?" She asked him, disgusted.

What's wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. I feel like I'm gonna fall apart at any moment I see you with him.

He snatched back his plate full of pancakes. "There's nothing wrong with me. Just leave me alone!" He snapped.

I'm on the verge of tears. But you don't care, do you? You tossed me away when you found someone...

Her stormy grey eyes narrowed at him. "You're lying."

"How would you know?" Ouch. Don't tell me that in that tone of voice. As if you never lied to me before.

"Because I'm your best friend, Seaweed Brain," she looked directly into his eyes, daring him to correct her.

Best friends don't lie to each other too, Annabeth.

He looked away, his mouth set in an angry frown as he said nothing.

They really don't.

Her gray eyes softened and she took his hand. "The operative word being best friend. Tell me how you feel."

How I feel? That's easy.

I feel like I'm about to be broken down.

I feel like I'm just a burden.

I feel like I've been driven down.

I feel like I'm just nobody.

He finally looked up and stared into her eyes, swallowing the big ball of disappointment. "It's really nothing, Wise Girl. I'm fine." He lied, looking down once more into his abandoned pancakes.

Is it because I'm not good enough?

Oof. This is mostly inspired by Forgotten Words by animateTheWords.

(Tomorrow's audition. I gotta memorize this so I can write it on paper.)

If I make it, I'll post two malceyna drabbles. If I don't... I'll just post it anyways.

Peace out, peeps.