CHAPTER ONE: TAKE ONE

A NEW STORY! I'M SO EXCITED! IT'S MY FIRST AU FANFICTION! JUST SO YOU KNOW, DEMIGODS STILL EXIST, BUT THEY DON'T GO TO CAMP. SO HERE YOU GO, A PERCABETH FAIRYTALE...

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PJO OR HOO. RICK RIORDAN DOES. BUT DON'T STEAL MY PLOT. IT'S ALL MINE. MWAHAHA!

ANNABETH CHASE'S POV

He leaned in for a kiss. When we were an inch apart, I glanced at the clock. It read 11:58.

"Oh no!" I cried, pulling away.

"What's wrong?" the prince asked me.

"I have to leave, right now," I said stepping away.

"Wait! Don't leave!" the prince called.

"I have to!" I called to him running down the massive staircase. I had to hold my excessivley puffy icy blue dress to keep from stepping on the hem and sending myself plumeting to my death.

"Don't go, please," he begged. I could see disparity in his sea green eyes. He really didn't want me leave, but I had to, before...

The clock started to ring twelve. I picked up my pace. One of my glass slippers fell off as I reached to last step. I'd have to pick that up later.

I ran away, as far as I could go.

"Annabeth wait!" Percy called. I groaned, he was SO stupid!

"CUT!" our director called.

I stormed back on set and stood in front of Percy, my "prince". I crossed my arms, "Percy, you need to get your lines right. When the camera is rolling, I'm CINDERELLA, not Annabeth."

He scratched the back of his head, "But what about your other movies? Like 'Death By Boyfriend'? You played Camilla in that movie and the camera was rolling. And in 'The Ninja Princess' you played Shannon, but the camera was rolling." (A/N If those are real movies, I didn't know. I though I made them up, but the just might be real.)

I huffed and glared at him. He smirked back at me, knowing he had made his point. He could have gone on for hours about all of my movies. I was one of the top teenage actresses in the United States right now.

Percy was getting there too. He was almost as famous as I was and he had only been in the movie business for a little over year, whereas I had been starring in movies for three years. It was hard though, having to fight and train in my extra time. Being a famous demigod wasn't all that fun.

"I know, but you know that I was referring to this movie," I told him.

"Oh, I know, I just think it's amusing when you get annoyed," he told me. Were all seventeen year old guys this irritating?

"Okay," Gary, our director called, "We'll call it a day. We're shooting tomorrow afternoon though."

"Thank gods," Percy said. Did he just say 'thank gods'? I must be imagining it, "I'm starving."

"You would be. It must make you famished to mess up so much," I joked.

Percy's smile dropped and he feigned being hurt, "I wasn't that bad."

I rolled my eyes. What was I going to do with this guy? I've been working with him for two months, but I still don't understand him.

"C'mon, I'm not stupid," I said.

"Okay, well, I'm still hungry. I'm taking you to dinner since you're so fabulous, Ms. I-Can-Remember-My-Lines-'Cuz-I'm-A-Freaky-Genius," he said walking to his dressing room.

"Percy, you are NOT taking me to dinner. Not with all the paparazzi..." I trailed off.

"It's okay," he said, searching for his key. He stopped and faced me, "Unless you're afraid they might think we're dating."

"Ugh, no, like that's ever going to happen," I said. If only Percy knew who- correction- what the paparazzi were. When I say that the paparazzi are monsters, I mean MONSTERS. I have near-death experiences way too often.

I was serious though, when I said that he and I would never date. I really don't like Percy. I didn't even think of him as a "friend", he was more of an "acquaintance". Though he was funny, and good-looking, and athletic (I saw him in the gym one day, okay?)... Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, at the most we're 'buddies'.

"Okay, but dinner's still on. My treat," he said stepping into his dressing room that was furnished with various blue and green assets and furniture pieces, "Go change, I'll be out in five."

I had forgotten that I was still wearing the huge blue dress. It was going to take me more than five minutes to get this thing off.

I started walking off, thinking about the movie. Percy and I had been cast without auditions. The casting directors thought we would have, and I quote, "chemistry". The closest think to chemistry Percy and I have gotten to is blowing up buffet table during one of our arguements. Don't ask.

We were playing Prince Charming and Cinderella, respectivley, in 'A Cinderella Tale'.

I walked to my dressing room, barely able to fit through the door. I found a zipper and unzipped it. I climbed, yes, climbed out of the dress and pulled a pair of jeans on. I also grabbed a black hoodie from my bag. No need to stand out, right? I pulled my favorite owl earrings through my ears.

I put a belt on and pulled a pair of black boots on. I slid my daggers into them. Better safe than sorry. I made sure no one could see them. It was be chaotic if someone did. I could see the headlines now, "CHASE HIDES MURDEROUS WEAPON". Didn't need any of that.

I heard a knock on my door, "Come in."

Percy stepped in. When he saw what I was wearing he grinned. Why? He was wearing a similar outfit, minus the boots. It scared me that our minds thought alike.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, let's go," I said, grabbing my purse of the dresser.

Percy and I left the studio. I got in his sleek black Maserati Spyder. I swear to the gods that I saw a cup of nectar in the cup holder, but Percy grabbed the cup and threw it in a trash can before I could confirm my suspicion.

SOOOO... WHAT DO YA THINK? REVIEW! JUST TO CLEAR THINKS UP. ANNABETH'S A DEMIGOD. CAMP HALF-BLOOD AND CAMP JUPITER DON'T EXIST. PERCY AND ANNABETH HAVE NOT MET EACH OTHER BEFORE THE MOVIE. ANY OTHER CHARACTERS MENTIONED FROM THE BOOKS DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER UNLESS I SAY THEY DO, BECAUSE I AM THE SUPREME RULER OF THIS STORY.