No, I'm not a demi-god and no, I'm not related in any way to Percy Jackson. Me, a long lost cousin of the savior of Olympus?

Yeah right.

Actually, I didn't even think he really existed. I mean sure, the books were amazing and I read them hundreds of times, but come on. Dragons? Powers? Cyclopes? No way was all that real, right? Seriously, I think that Rick Riordan was crazy. His books were fabulous, but who could imagine all that stuff?

A crazy person.

Later, I realized he was not just crazy, but right.

So, to the story of how I met him.

It was summer break, and about two days into it, too. I was already bored. Don't get me wrong, no school is awesome. But my friends had already gone off to some sort of awesome vacation like Hawaii, Sea World, France, all that sorts of stuff. I was stuck in my hot room reading books and dreaming of a nice cool breeze.

"Violet, get in here!" My dad shouted from the living room where he had been on the computer. I rolled my eyes and got off my bed. Walking in, I realized the whole family was gathered, which consisted of me, my mom and dad, and my little sister. (A/N Ugh, siblings)

"What's up?" I asked. Dad looked at me.

"How would you like to go to the movies?" He grinned.

"What movie?"

"Percy Jackson and..." The rest was drowned out by my screams.

"No way! Oh, thank you thank you thank you thank you! I love you guys! When are we leaving? Can I bring money for popcorn? Is there any way I can repay you? Oh, I can't wait already! Can we go to the theaters now and sit there till the movie starts? We should get our ticket before they're all sold out. " My face was red from lack of air by the time I stopped.

"We are leaving in 5 minutes, yes, no, no." My mom said as she laughed at my enthusiasm.

"Just let me brush my hair and grab my purse." I cried breathlessly, rushing from the room to do just that.

Ten minutes later, we were all sitting in the theater, our faces lit up by the commercials, when I heard someone say, 'Excuse me.'

I turned, and moved myself a little farther back in the seat to let the person pass. It was too dark to see their face, but I could tell it was a guy. Next came a girl with wavy blonde hair, then, to finish, a shorter boy who seemed to limp. The first boy sat next to me and seemed to edge forward in his seat as I had been. I decided to ask him something.

"Are you a Percy Jackson fan too?"

"Uh, I guess." He answered.

"How many times have you read the books?" I challenged every fan with this.

"The books?" He obviously had no idea what I was talking about. I was just going to ask him how he could be a Percy Jackson fan and not know what the books were, when the theater's lights dimmed.

Throughout the movie, I got madder and madder. Who was this moron who decided to totally ruin the PJO series? What would people who were going to read the books think? I, personally, would be deciding to avoid the books for the rest of my life.

The boy next to me must really have been a PJO fan after all, because as the movie went on, his knuckles grew whiter and whiter. By the time the end credits were rolling, I could see them so clearly, it seemed like they had been sprayed by glow-in-the-dark stuff or something. When they finally turned on the lights, I could see his face, and it was a mask of fury.

I could also see his features. This is what totally threw me off.

He had black hair that was a mess atop his head. He was tan, and a little taller than me.

And his eyes were green.

"Percy?" The blonde girl asked, her face full of concern. Sadly, I got a better look at her, too.

She had pale skin, long, wavy blonde hair, and, of course, grey eyes.

"I'm going to kill that guy, Annabeth."

Annabeth? Percy?

I fainted.