Chapter 1

AN: First chapter. Why is there even an authors note here?

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. And I never will. And if you probably didn't think I did since this is called . Keyword is Fan.

Percy POV

"Boss, you there?" I looked up at my secretary/best friend, Nico Di Angelo. He was a great person, though eccentric. I met him somewhere in the 8th grade, and we'd been inseparable since. He was a very pale man and loved wearing black. Though in my opinion, he looked extremely emo, he always protested that he was nothing like "emo".

"Yes, and Nico, please call me Percy, you're my friend and it's okay" Nico rolled his eyes.

"I need to keep up the formality, Perce. That way if I become a FBI agent, I'll be ready to treat my boss with respect" Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. Nico can really be a pain in the butt, even if he is my best friend.

"Nico... you do realize that you already have a job with me and you're 25 already. You don't need to become a FBI agent. Besides, if you were a FBI agent, where would I be?" I reasoned.

"Probably not here, in a multi-million dollar suite, on a world tour I'm guessing" he agreed. "But I still want to be a FBI agent, they're badass."

"Oh please Nico, as my bodyguard you've done some pretty badass stuff already, besides, the FBI dream was when you were 11. It's been 14 years since then. And, not to mention being my assistant/secretary/bodyguard you earn a lot of money. There's no need to waste that valuable time on childish dreams." I reprimanded him.

"That's only because I do all the work" he grumbled, but surrendered. "Anyways, as I was saying, before you zoned off, your world tour has come to an end, so you get to go back NY and visit your mom." I had almost forgotten!

"Thanks Nic, I don't know where I would be without you" I thanked him.

"Perce, we just went over this..." I stared at him, and opened my mouth to gape at him in shock.

"Uhh, Perce you okay?" Once again, I stared at him. "Okay what?" Nico seemed frustrated.

"Nico, you just called me PERCE! Finally, you didn't call me "boss", or "Mr. Jackson" I made sure to exaggerate the words and put quotation marks around boss and . "Finally, you're recognizing me as something else other than some formal baloney" Nico rolled his eyes. He seemed to be doing a lot of that today.

"Anyways, the flight will be in..." Nico checked his Rolex "5 hours, so you have 4 hours to pack and we'll get out of here"

"Wait, in 5 hours? Nico you could've told me earlier you know" I scolded him. "Besides, don't you usually want to go like 3 hours early?"

"Percy, have you forgotten who you are?" I shook my head. "Well, still you should remember that you're Percy Jackson. The internet phenomenon. The most famous musician/singer in the USA. The person who made it onto Sexiest Man Alive and had 10 of his songs make it onto the number one spot on Billboard hot AND iTunes.

"Okay, but I still don't see how this affects our departure time" I stubbornly argued. Nico face palmed.

"Perce, we have a private jet you idiot..."

"Oh" was all I could say.

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"Nico, can we take the boat?" I had forgotten about my fear of planes until after we boarded the plane. Stupid, I know.

"Perce, the boat takes too long, if we don't take the plane we'll be late and swarmed by paparazzi." I shuddered. If there was anything that I did fear besides planes, it was the swarms of news reporters and fan girls who yelled "Touch me!" and "Give me your autograph!" and the occasional "Will you marry me?". The mere thought of paparazzi made me want to go back to my luxurious suite in San Francisco.

"I guess you have a valid point, but I just realized how much I feared airplanes"

"Calm down Perce, just because your dad and grandparents died doesn't mean you will too" That was true. The only reason I hated airplanes was because my father and my mother's grandparents had all died in an airplane crash. My mom had made it out alive but needed a few stitches.

"Well, I still fear and hate airplanes, and bringing up the topic doesn't help much, either" Nico sighed.

"Perce, just try to fall asleep, or watch the news. Either way, try to occupy yourself. And don't worry about crashing. The plane has all these cool mechanisms..." he trailed off. I decided to take my mind off the airplane and watch the news, like Nico had said.

"And from New York's #1 Bestselling Author, Annabeth Chase, comes the new book, Abandoned!"The news reporter then showed a whole bunch of people buying the new book. I scoffed at the people in line.

"Look Nico, it's a bunch of nerds begging in line for a bunch of books. I mean, why waste money on that when you could buy something like my new album?" Nico looked at me funny.

"Probably because they enjoy reading, I guess" I laughed.

"Yeah right" Then, the news reporter skipped to an interview with the author (Annabeth, right?). Once the interview showed, I let out a low whistle.

"Damn Nico, the author's really hot!" I stared at the screen. She had beautiful blonde curls and a perfect face. However, her eyes showed that she had a will of iron and would not hesitate to punch you in your soft spot if you messed with her.

"Perce, I doubt that she would like you after you called her readers nerds" Nico responded amiably. I shrugged.

"Well, if I can get pretty much half of the teenage population swooning over me, surely one nerdy author will be easy enough" I replied cockily.

"Percy, do you even know who she is? I doubt she would even take a glance at you. Besides, since when have you cared what women think of you?" I flushed at the last question. I had always been a bit of a "bad boy" as Hollywood portrayed it, but most of that was merely for fame.

"Come on, you know that all the other people were just for fame." I counted off the number of famous women I had slept with, all to maintain my reputation. "Besides, I have cared what women think of me, it's just that those women don't count."

"Mhm" was all that I got from Nico. I whipped around to see what he was doing.

"Yo Nico, whatcha reading?" he read the title aloud for me.

"It's called Titans and it by... Annabeth Chase" Dang, that girl's name seemed to be popping up everywhere now, huh?

"And if you don't mind, I would like to keep on reading, thank you very much" I huffed at Nico and kept on reading the news.

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Turn off all electronic devices, we are landing soon.

I grumbled and turned off the TV, which I had been watching the news on. Nico just kept reading.

"Yo Emo Dude, since when did you love reading?"

"For your information, I am NOT EMO (Lies Nico, lies!), and reading has always been a hobby of mine. After all, I actually studied in high school, remember?"

"Touché, Nico, Touché" I grinned. "Anyways, where are we staying?"

"Well I'm staying in a large suite in this awesome penthouse, while you can stay at your mom's house."

"Nico, my mom's house is probably larger than any penthouse..." After I became famous and rich, I had bought my mom an enormous house. Like, 5 million dollars huge.

"Well, I would rather stay in a penthouse than a house tainted with your odor" Nico wrinkled his nose as if in disgust. "I bet you'll trash it in one day!"

"Nico, there are housekeepers. Also, there are my mom's famous blue cookies."

"You mean infamous. Those cookies are as addictive as drugs!" I smiled at my apparent victory.

"Well Nico, since you'll be staying in a penthouse... I guess I get all the cookies!" I smiled triumphantly, knowing that he would cave.

"Fine fine I'll come, but only for the cookies." I winked at him.

"I severely doubt that."

AN: So, how did you like it? I hope you liked it, but then again if you made it to the bottom you probably did. Or you might be a hater. I hope it's the first one. Anyways, review, follow, favorite, do whatever. Anyways, I'll (hopefully) see you in the next chapter ;)

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