Piper

"Pipes!" Thalia screamed in my ear, waking me up. She was already dressed with our friend, Annabeth, chewing gum beside her. Crap.

"I over slept, didn't I?" I said, frantically jumping out of bed. My short night gown fluffed around me. Annabeth nodded.

"Yep."

I quickly slipped on a pair of tight black pants, a cropped blue blouse, and floral scarf. Thalia then began to do my hair. The pony tail was stiff with hairspray, a slight puff on top, with curls cascading out. Her best work.

"You know how Percy gets when we're late, Piper," Annabeth told me as we ran out of Thalia's little house. "I mean, I love him to death, but he can get pretty nasty."

Out front in the yard was no-other than Percy Jackson, the leader of our gang, The Greeks, in his sea green convertible. Annabeth kissed him passionately before hopping in the seat behind him. I took the seat behind Nico di Angelo, Thalia sitting on his lap, giggling while he kissed her neck.

"Took you ladies long enough," Percy said with a grin. "I know Annie takes forever putting on her make up, but twenty minutes late?" Annabeth slapped his head as the car started.

"It was Piper's fault. She slept in." Percy rolled his eyes, but then got that light bulb look on his face.

"Oh, Pipes!" he yelled to me in the back. "You left your jacket at CHB. Nico, give'r the jacket."

Nico grumbled before throwing back my leather coat that matched Thalia's and Annie's. The boys wore them, too, but ours were cropped so they would reach our high-waisted pants. The back read in bright orange; Greek-CHB. It made me smile as I slipped it over my clothes.

I had been a part of The Greeks for three years now, joining when I was thirteen. Back when I ran away from home. It gave me a sense of family, with all my friends around to protect me, and they all knew I was their for the same reason. What would we need to be protected from, you ask? Our enemies, The Romans. They were cold-hearted killers. Once when I first joined, our old leader Luke tried to steal from the Romans, but then they attacked and killed him. In his will (yes, he had a will) it read that Percy would take over the Greeks in his absence. Percy may have only been fourteen, but he took it like a man. That does not mean he matured. He could be strict, but he was still really fun-loving and loyal to all of us. Especially Annabeth, who he had known since he joined the Greeks when he was twelve. They were best friends, but now, they were sweet hearts.

"Where are we going?" asked Thalia, playing with Nico's hair.

"CHB. Where else?" Percy retorted, just as we reached the woods, parking the car off to the side.

We hurried through the trees, Finally reaching Half-Blood Hill. At the top sat what we all call Thalia's tree. She, Annabeth, and Luke were some of the longest surviving 'half-bloods' we had, so we named the tree after Thals. Just so you know, CHB= Camp Half-Blood. Our headquarters.

We rushed down the other side of the hill, making to the Big House. On the porch sat our head-supervisor, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, hair in a crisp red pony tail, pants and jacket sleek. When you see her, you are usually going off on an informational mission to Camp Jupiter, the Romans' headquarters. And she was looking straight at me. Thankfully, my long time best friend, Leo Valdez, sat beside her, looking the same way I felt about this.

"Piper," Rachel said, gesturing for me to join them. "Could we have a word?"

I nodded, walking over. My friends patted my shoulders, having gone through the same thing and getting out without a scratch. Leo gave me a dry smile.

"Hey, Beauty Queen. How was your night?" I shrugged.

"Got enough sleep, I guess. How are you, Repair Boy?"

"Pretty good. I went out on a date with Calypso last night. Went really well."

"Really? That's amazing, Leo! I am so proud." We chuckled as Rachel started talking.

"As you both know, Roman territory is getting closer than ever. What we need you two to do is go in there and kill a few people; just a little threat that we are not vulnerable or weak and want back our land. Can you guys do that for CHB?" We both nodded. "Great! Now, I have things to do, and you both need to go. Now."

Leo and I scrambled out of our chairs. We had to hurry to get to Camp Jupiter before the Roman rush. This was our first real mission, and I was determent to impress everyone with how I can charm people to death.

We made it to Leo's car, which he had named Festus. I couldn't judge. I had named my knife Katoptris. It meant looking glass in Ancient Greek, since it was as spotless as glass.

"Ready?" I asked Leo as he started up Festus. He nodded, grinning at me.

"Oh, yeah. This dragon is gonna fly, Beauty Queen. This dragon is gonna fly!"

Jason

Guard duty sucked. I was the leader of SPQR, for Jupiter's sake! Why had Reyna stuck me out here with these three stupid newbies? They didn't need training! I didn't need training! Sometimes, I hated Reyna, but she was my best friend, so I had to live with her.

"Praetor!" screamed one of the girls next to me, closer to the door. I looked to see her being stabbed by a person whose back was towards me, but I could see what the back of their leather jacket said; Greek-CHB. A growl escaped my throat. Those fu*k'n Greeks! Why did they have to be here right now? Most of our soldiers were on patrol. I guess I would have to kill them. I mean, there were only two. How hard could it be?

The person who had stabbed my guard turned towards me, a smile on her face. Her face. It was a girl, the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Her curly chestnut pony tail was uneven and choppy, making it look diverse and beautiful. Her skin was a pure bronze color like nothing I had ever seen. It wasn't just a tan. She was petite and curvy, but that wasn't what held my interest. It was her eyes. They were extraordinary, changing colors like it was nothing at all. Every color of the rainbow flashed in them, melting away so fast you could never really tell which color was most prominent. This girl was exotically breath taking. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Hey, Leo," she yelled to her friend who was murdering the guard by the far wall. "You take care of that one, I've got Sparky."

Only one thing popped in my mind as she charged toward me;

Shit.

I know, guys. I am working on my other stories, I promise. Really hard, actually. Let's not talk about them. What do you think of this?

It's like a Romeo and Juliet story, except it takes place in the 1950's. Two gangs fight for dominance, while two very different people fight against their friends and semi-families for the sake of their love. I assure you now, no main characters that haven't died in the books will die here. Its sort of like Teen Beach Movie, but their isn't all that weird going-into-a-movie-messed-it-all-up drama. Continue reading once I update? I'm hoping it will be soon, but as you all know, it is summer vacation and I need to tan. I live in a place (not saying where that place is, except its in America) that has all four seasons, and we all happily await the heat and happiness of summer. So I need my outside time.

I will update my other stories, too. I love you, guys!

My only disclaimer; Don't own Teen Beach Movie, Romeo and Juliet, or Percy Jackson and the Olympians!