Okay, so I was sitting around, bored out of my mind, and I was just like, "Screw this, I'm gonna write something." Granted, my writing isn't the best yet, and I write on my phone, but I'm actually going to put forth some effort on this. It's written in a weird PoV from one character to another in a really weird format that is somewhat kinda like poetry. For the record, I am not a poet.Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson.

PoV: Grover to Percy

You were my second assignment,

after my last failure.

I was supposed to protect you. I told you to stay put, to stay close, and you

promised

that you would, then you

left.

I forgave you because you are

my best friend.

Then you were claimed.

Can you believe my luck?

I had to bring both of the children of the big three to Camp Half Blood.

Both of you.

Thalia died, and you were sent on a suicide quest.

I went with you. Of course I did.

You are my best friend.

Through the whole quest,

you comforted me, helped me past my greatest fears.

I was terrified.

But we were okay in the end.

We succeeded.

I got my license.

Then I left.

Through the whole time when I was searching,

searching for a lost god that had been missing for centuries,

I thought.

I thought about Annabeth, and Luke, and Thalia.

I thought about Camp and tin cans and enciladas.

But the thoughts that worried me most,

were the thoughts about you.

The son of Poseidon.

The child of the prophecy.

My best friend.

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