Cliché Catastrophes

A/N: Hello all! I was just mourning the death of the PJO fandom with coffeeflavoredkisses, so I decided I'd write a story to show you guys what true art is. Just kidding, but still… Anyways, in this story I'm going to butcher, make fun of, exaggerate (but not really) and brutally murder all of the clichés that you fellow writers just love. If we're lucky, no one will ever want to read another clichéd story ever again.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO, and I don't own this clichés… thank gods.

My Mark of Athena/Son of Neptune/Whatever Books Come After That

Summary: What I think will happen in the next book. Yes, this has been done before, and this summary kinda sux, but read it! This is different then those other ones. Promise! I'm a pretty unique indevidule.

"PERCY!"

"ANNABETH!"

I was so happy to see my beloved seaweed brain again, that I totally didn't notice the mega war going on around us. Apparently, the roman's didn't take to well to us Greeks coming in here and walking all over their ground, and Percy wasn't really available to calm them down. By the time we broke apart our kiss, everyone was dead. I cried. A lot. Then I slapped Percy. He hurt my feelings. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" I yelled. "YOU MADE EVERYONE DIE!"

"WHY ARE YOU YELLING ANNA-BOO?"

"I DON'T KNOW! WANNA RUN AWAY TOGETHER?"

"SURE! I DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT ANYONE BY MYSELF ANYWAYS."

"LOOK, REYNA AND JASON JUST KILLED EACH OTHER!"

"I TOTALLY THOUGHT THEY HAD SOME CHEMISTRY THERE!"

"ME TOO. MAYBE IT WAS A ROMEO/JULLIET TYPE OF THING!"

"WANNA STOP YELLING?"

"Sure."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Good."

"Good."

"Look Annabeth, a spider!"

A/N: How did you guyz like it? Sry I left you guyz on a cliffie. Bet you can't wait till the next chapter! Hehe. I'm awesome, aren't I?

Okay, I'm not going to write another chapter until I get ONE HUNDRED comments. Here that? ONE HUNDRED! You can do it guyz. Just remember: I'm worth it.

A/N: Well…. that was kind of… terrible. Ahh! I'm cluttering the fandom with my terrible story making fun of clichés… maybe I'm losing my touch. How about this, I'll show you a re-written version of the above, how it should have happened.

"Annabeth? Is that you? Gods! I haven't seen you in, well, forever."

"Percy? Percy! Oh my gods, I thought I'd lost you forever."

"Wanna hug dramatically?"

"Okay. Then, afterwards we can all sing karaoke."

*the mighty Jupiter sends lightening down from heaven, to strike the writer who would create such a horrible cliché. Annabeth and Percy run off, and actually do something in character.*

The end?