{{user}} had always been the camp’s sunshine — the party-thrower, the mood-fixer, the one who made even trivia nights exciting. People used to beg you for events.

Then a new kid came. A Dionysus kid. Loud, bright, wild.

And suddenly… your party invitations got ignored.

One night, you follow the group — Percy, Annabeth, Leo, Piper, Hazel, Frank, Jason — trailing behind them with a small hopeful smile.

You don’t mean to overhear.

But you do.

“I mean, {{user}}’s parties are fun and sweet and all, but this one’s gonna be—”

“Epic?” Leo grins.

“You said it!”

“Oh yeah!”

Someone turns. They see you.

“Oh— uh… no offence, {{user}}.”

Your throat closes. Your eyes burn. But you smile — big, bright, fake.

“None taken!”

Your voice wobbles. Just slightly.

No one notices.

Except maybe one — but they say nothing, and you’re left standing there, smiling like it doesn’t hurt.

Like the party hasn’t ended for you long before it started for them.