Hiya, everybody! Whoa, Mickey Mouse moment right there… Anyway, this is Rainbow The Fish Pony (Formerly known as Sha-bang Sha-boom)! And if you don't get my name, shame on you! You need an unhealthy dose of PJO, just like all the other people around here! Yep, I'm back, with a short story for you guys. A little background info for this story: it was originally a dream I had over the summer. I skipped some random parts in the dream (Like giant foods and house- don't ask) to fit it into a story. Plus, I woke up before I could finish it, so I just finished that too. It'll probably be 2, 3 chapters. It's nothing serious; just a fun, little story I had to write/type up. It's going to make fun of lots of pairings, which is funny, because I support like half of them, and OOC-ness. I guess it could count as a Percabeth Revolution, but not really. And side note: in case you don't get the record scratch thing, you know in shows how everything is going la deed ah, until something goes wrong and you hear that record scratch? Yeah. So, without further ado, I bring you the story! [Warning: May contain stereotypes of fangirls, crazy people, and overuse of exclamation points]

*DISCLAIMER*: Unless I have a plan to kidnap Rick Riordan and his family, tip the police off, and force him to give me the rights by taking away his cookie privileges and threatening him with a pickle gun, I don't own PJO. Pfftf…what plan? I don't have a plan…*throws paper with plan away*

When Fangirls (and boys) Attack- by RainbowTheFishPony

*Cue peaceful music* It was a calm, summer day at Camp Half-Blood. Well, as calm as you can get with demigods. The Stymphalian birds were screeching, the sun chariot was burning up some poor town (Apollo was taking student drivers again), and half-bloods doing what they do best– trying not to die. Hark! Over there by Half-Blood Hill! Percy Jackson and the gang running for their lives by vicious, horrifying … mortals? With pens and laptops? Something is definitely not right. Let's back track a few hours, shall we?

(2 HOURS BEFORE)

"I made an oath, Nico." Thalia said as their faces inched closer and closer. The moonlight at the beach made her electric blue eyes even brighter.

"Break it." Nico whispered. They've been through so much to let one oath break them apart. Their lips were about to-

*RECORD SCRATCH*

"AH! What the Hades is happening?" Thalia screamed, jumping back, leaving Nico to fall on his face.

"Thanks a lot." Grumbled Nico, spitting sand everywhere. "What were we doing?"

"I have no idea! I was just overcome with this feeling and-" Thalia stopped when a figure darted from the tree it was hiding before. She motioned for Nico to come and follow the mysterious stranger.

"Who is th-"

"Shh!" She cut him off. "We're about to find out." With that, she pounced on the stranger and took out her hunting knives. "I got you now you…huh?"

In the glow of the celestial knives, was a mortal girl, armed with a laptop and a crazy grin plastered on her face.

"Who in the name of Zeus are you? And why were you watching us?" Nico demanded as Thalia got off of her.

"Oh em gee! It's Nico! I totally love you!" squealed the girl.

"Uh…thanks?" Nico's expression changed from anger to confusion.

"And I loved that part in the Battle of the Labryinth, page 287, paragraph 4 when you told off Minos!" And she kept babbling on and on about parts where she thought Nico was "fantabulous."

"I think she's a huge bag of wackydoodles." Nico whispered to Thalia while making the crazy signal.

"Aww!" the human stopped talking to acknowledge their exchange. "Are you guys talking about your love to each other? You guys are so cute! That's why I made that kiss scene about you."

"WHAT? You caused that?" Thalia was seething.

"Duh! I'm a writer!"

"I don't like Nico! I'm a Huntress! I may not like pink and girly stuff, but I'm not emo. Plus, he's like, what, ten?"

"Hey!" Nico protested. "I'm not emo!Why does everybody always assume that? And I'm thirteen! Furthermore, why would I ever like Thalia? She's so temperamental, and bossy and-"

"And what, Nico?" Thalia drew her hunting knives once again.

"And totally out of my league?" Nico tried to make a weak save. But, of course, he failed.

So the mortal author cackled and typed away as Nico screamed for help while Thalia chased him mercilessly around the beach.

Okay, I lied. I only planned to make this scene a couple of sentences long. But it turned into this whole long thing. I guess I'll do each pairing a chapter long. Soo? How'd you like it? I'm so tired of those first lines in the italics. They're so overused. I actually like this pairing, but still. Next chapter coming up hopefully soon. It'll be on Percabeth. I have an idea in mind already, but no promises! Words of encouragements, constructive criticism, and suggestions are greatly appreciated!