Prologue

Percy and his friends realized they are not unknown by the rest of the world. There's been a book series and a movie for them, written by Annabeth's half brother, Rick Riordan. With his awesome writing skills and his advantage for not being dyslexic, the PJO series was made. Here is what happens when they find out.

Ya, that was cliche. But pretty reasonable anyway. Being a loner, Rick managed to cover his demigod scent and survived, exploring everywhere and found Camp Jupiter. I could go on.


One bright sunny day, a guy about 20 was walking down the street like any other normal people of his age.

In truth, this guy happened to be Logan Lerman, which makes him anything but normal.

Logan just finished filming one of the scenes from The Sea of Monsters, and now he was stealing away some private time so he could take a break from all the unbearable things back there.

He was a bit stressed, mainly because all of the negative comments from the first movie, The Lightning Thief. Knowing it wasn't his fault didn't make it any better. The pressure weighed on him like the sky weighed on the hero he tried to act. Okay, maybe that was a bit exaggerating.

The script wasn't written by me, He tried to convince himself. It was by the director and someone else.

Deciding to put his thoughts away, Logan strolled along the noisy streets, wandering around, determined not to let anything of the sort bother him. He was doing it well, until…

"Oops!" Someone knocked into him.

"Oh Gods, I'm really, really sorry, I didn't see—" Her voice was drowned out by some band singing on a stage nearby.

Logan studied the girl as he helped her to pick up her things, including an opened purse with a handful of weird coins, a blue Yankee cap, and a dangerous-looking thing shimmering between a fork and a dagger. He was glad he didn't offend her.

But yet—she looks familiar, strangely familiar, like she was someone he should've known and seen, yet he was also 1200 percent sure he'd never saw her in his life. The blond hair, the tan skin, and those grey eyes…

"Percy?" She asked, then she smacked her own forehead, like she said something stupid. "Vlacas. No, I'm sure you're not my boy- my friend. But you two look really alike."

Logan was called this many a time by those fans. But she really knew someone named Percy? Now that was cool.

"Hello," She was snapping her fingers in front of him. "Still there?"

"Oh, umm, no I'm not Percy." Which was silly since she already knew that.

""Oh." She just looked at her watch and sighed. "I was just, you know, waiting for my friend. He's supposed to be here any moment. You looked a lot like him, so I thought…" Her voice trailed off.

"Sorry," Logan blurted out. "You have a friend named Percy?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I just thought…" Logan paused and looked at her for a moment. "…you know, about Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. I mean, you look a lot like her, and you have a friend named Percy."

"You mean that series? Yeah, I get that a lot." Was it Logan's imagination or a knowing smile flashed through the girl's face? "I'm Anna, by the way. If you're not my friend…certainly you must be Logan Lerman, right?"

"That's me. I came here to take a break from the filming—just three blocks away."

Just then a hand grabbed Anna's shoulder, and she whirled around. The hand belonged to a dark-haired boy about 15 or so, with streaks of grey in his hair which, amazingly, matched Anna's just the same. His eyes were blue-green, like the sea should look on a calm day. Logan gawped at them.

"Hey," The boy gave Anna's arm a friendly bump. "How's the little Grey-eyed Owlie?"

"Just fine." She elbowed him back. "By the way, Logan, this is my friend Percy. I mean, his real name is Perry, but we often call him Percy, kind of have a ring to it. Nothing to do with PJO, just coincidence. Cool, right?"

Perry mumbled about having the same name with a platypus, and Anna muttered something that sounds like "Well, what do you expect, Persephone?"

"Logan! Where on earth—" A hand grabbed him by the arm, causing him to jump.

"Oh, sorry. Are they waiting for me?"

"Not yet, but it's five minutes to film, we couldn't find you anywhere, the director was freaking out—"

"I thought he heard me when I told him I was going to get some fresh air." Logan said crossly, unhappy that he can't chat a bit more with his new acquaintances

"Never mind that…who are they?" Alexandra Daddario (for it was she) noticed the other two teenagers.

"Some people I met, they look awfully like the heroes from the film, don't you think?"

"Hmm." Alexandra checked her watch. "Oh darn, it's two minutes to film. We got to go back, NOW!"

"Alright, alright, hey guys, you got a cell phone or something? Any way I could reach you?" Logan rummaged for his notebook.

Anna and Perry exchanged glances.

"We'll be always nearby. Both of us are, umm, forbidden to have phones." Perry replied. "Parents, you know. They're really strict." He added quickly. Well, in fact, that wasn't really a lie, wasn't it?

"Okay. Here's my number." Logan scribbled as fast as he could.

Alexandra hurried him away, but the two half-bloods didn't fail to see one of the most used body language of all time by Logan: Call me.

"Phew." Anna—or should we call her Annabeth?— sighed. "That was really, really close."

"I don't want to be Perry." Percy pouted.

"Well, be grateful I didn't name you something else."

"You could have named me Peter Johnson! Perry sounds too…too…old!"

Annabeth founded it funny. "Peter Johnson would've been too obvious, since Dionysus called you that all the time it's like a second name. Besides, our parents are Greek, ancient gods, moving around for the millennium and you call yourself old?"

"That's different, they're immortal!"

"Whatever, Seaweed Brain. Come on, before someone else realizes that we look like Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Gods, that was hilarious. I was laughing to myself like, yeah right, not only we look like them, we are them!"

Percy chuckled. "That look on his face when he sees me—bet he never thought I would be so alike the little kid he's acting."

And the two demigods put their hands around each other, disappearing in the crowd.

LINE BREAK

"CUT! Logan, you have to put a little more emotion into it! You look dumbstruck, whereas you should be pulling your best friend from being attracted by those damn sirens!" The director roared.

"Okay, fine…" Logan answered half-heartedly. He hadn't managed to shake his thoughts from Anna and Perry, no matter how hard he tried. They seem…important. He just can't forget them, what was wrong with him?

"Maybe he needs a rest, director." One of the crew suggested.

"Oh fine, run along, but I want you to concentrate the time you're back here, okay?"

Barely waiting for the sentence to end, Logan quickly made his way to when he last saw them.

They weren't there.

"Hey!" A voice called. Logan turned.

"Oh, it's…no, I thought…"A boy about the same age with Perry apologized, seeing Logan. He walked weird, like he should use crutches but he didn't. He also got a small beard and this frightened look, which did not go together. And he wore a green Rasta cap. Logan had had enough encounters with people walking out of books today.

"No, I am looking for someone…two people, in fact…Anna and Perry, do you know them?"

The boy shook his head. "Describe them, anyway. I might've come across them on my way here."

So Logan did.

A look of understanding came on. "Oh! You mean…them?" The listener rummaged in his backpack and pulled out a picture.

Logan studied it. "Yeah, it's them alright. Got any clue where they went?"

"No. That two sneaked off without telling anybody, all we knew is that they're together." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Why, is it urgent?"

"Not really. Just thought I should, you know. By the way, who did you thought I was?" Logan asked, hurried to change the subject. He didn't want anyone to think he was some kind of stalker who's trying to find someone he met just now.

"Him." The boy pointed to the picture.

"Oh. What's you're name?"

The other shifted his feet and said: "Gro-Grover Underwood."

For the second time today, Logan gawped.

"Listen, forget about it, okay?" Grover continued, like he was afraid people would remember him.

"Sure. I'll try not to, anyway."

If that's really his identity, Logan thought secretly. I'll eat my socks.

Which just goes to prove that one better not make any horrible bets to one's self.


"—and this guy looked totally like Percy, except he was a little older. I can't even tell them apart!" Annabeth was recounting the day's adventures to her friends.

"That's cool." Thalia winked. "Fortunately you didn't just run to him screaming 'PEEEERCY!' and tackle him with a flying bear hug."

"I'd be screwed for sure." Annabeth said, and seeing Percy's face at the bear-hug thing, she quickly added, "Not that I'd do that if it was really Percy anyway."

"So…did he figure out the whole Percy-Annabeth stuff?" Silena egged her on, like it was all matters. Which to her it was.

"He did. But for all he knew, we just looked like them. I nearly laughed out loud there and then when he saw me! That was definitely a Polaroid moment." Percy laughed.

Suddenly, Travis Stoll yelled from the other side of the room. "Guys," He hollered. "You're not gonna believe this! There's actually a movie about us! When I heard about the book series, I thought it was gonna blow my mind. But this!"

Katie Gardener rolled her eyes. "Travis, haven't you listened to our conversation this whole time?"

"You told me to stop disturbing you guys."

"That was after you said you thought Logan was a girl's name."

"Guys, cool down." Beckendorf stifled a snort of laughter.

"Though I've heard of it," Annabeth said thoughtfully. "I never saw it. Want to watch it?"

There was a round of "Sure!" and "Why not?".

"Oh Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, please show us the Percy Jackson movie, the lightning thief." Annabeth threw in a drachma.

Katie looked surprised. "You could actually do that?"

"Sure. All Iris had to do is go on HermesVideoNet and search for it—bingo! You can even select the language."

"Awesome!"

The new lord of the wild chose to bust in that very moment, looking as if he was ready to pass out.

"Thank the Gods! Where have you two been?" He pointed to Percy and Annabeth.

"Here, since 45 minutes ago."

"I was looking for Percy, another guy was too, and I searched for twenty minutes all over the street!" He wailed. "Do you have any idea how hot it gets in summer when you have a furry behind?"

"Sorry, G-man. I'll buy you enchiladas later."

"It's starting!" Someone hushed.

"What is?" asked poor Grover, still drenched in sweat.

"Our movie. Come on, take a seat."

"Our movie?"

"Grover, just watch!" Juniper, who left her tree to another dryad to tend, scolded him.

Basically everyone yelled or pounded the table when they saw Logan in the movie.

"That's supposed to be ME? How old was I, 18?" Percy asked around exasperated, though no one seemed to have the answer.

They went on like that for a while, laughing and accusing the movie being untrue as it was. The next wave came when Alexandra Daddario popped on the screen.

"Oh my Gods, what have they done to my hair?" Annabeth cried. "Do I really look that intimidating?"

"Yes." Percy and Grover said simultaneously, leaving Annabeth swearing in Greek.

"Hey, they didn't include Clarisse." Conner noticed.

"Good. At least in the movie she doesn't get a chance to destroy my image." Percy muttered under his breath.

"Not that it was any use." Replied Annabeth smartly, returning the insult. Percy poked her in the ribs, while Clarisse patted her on the back, thanking her for the back up.

"We didn't just sneak out like that," Grover bleated after a while. "Percy got a perfectly normal QUEST!"

"That didn't make it any more normal either." Percy pointed out.

"And what's that pearl doing on top of my mother's head? Where did the Hydra come from?" Annabeth asked, wearing one of her rare expressions, confusion.

"Where's Ares?" Someone from cabin 5 yelled.

"They've skipped the Waterland amusement park too." Percy noticed.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose, yes she liked Percy but she was NOT ready for everybody to see that she went with him on some stupid ride of love.

Then came the Lotus Casino part.

"Aww, Percy's laugh is so cute!" A few Aphrodite girls crooned, batting their eyelashes at Percy.

"Eww, I didn't laugh like that, did I?" The son of Poseidon was disgusted.

-After a long painful procession, finally reaching the end-

"Where's Crusty's waterbed?" Percy asked about the fiftieth question.

"Just shut up, Seaweed Brain. You want to see us stretched to death?" Annabeth chided.

"Well, yes."

"Wait, I thought Charon wore…Italian stripe suits or something?" Grover halted.

"And…where's Cerberus?" Percy rubbed his temples.

"Forget it!" Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"Wow, dad looked so…fashionable." Seeing Hades and his resemblance to some singer from the '70s, Nico popped out from the dark, scaring everyone to death…so as to speak.

"NICO! You gave us a fright! How long have you been here, exactly?"

Death Boy shrugged. "I decided to join you guys. It was so boring down there; my step-mom wouldn't even let me summon a few skeleton bugs to infest her flowers. That woman's gone crazy, that's what. I've been here since the start of the movie."

The movie eventually came to an end, with everyone ready to march to the director's home and give him a few pointers. Sharp, pointy pointers.

"I can't believe—" Conner Stoll started."

"They didn't include—" Travis continued.

"The best prankster ever—"

"In Camp Half-Blood—"

"Me!" They both exclaimed.

"Cut it off guys." Katie told them.

"But it's true!"

"As if I don't know," She muttered under her breath. "About the pranks you play." She snapped her fingers and a few clumps of grass started to replace Travis' hair.

"That," Silena's eyes flashed dangerously but beautifully, "was such an insult. First, they didn't include me. Second, my mom is supposed to look much, much better than that."

Her boyfriend reached over and stroked her hair. "Forget it," He said simply. "Maybe they couldn't find someone as beautiful as you to act." Silena uncrossed her arms, her stare softening.

Percy, watching them closely, mouthed to him: You got to teach me that. He jutted his chin to Annabeth who had her back turned on him.

Beckendorf winked and nodded.

"So," Thalia rose with her death glare on a regular level 7. "I guess we all think that this movie sucks."

"Definitely!" They all agreed.

"I say we should march up to the crew, tell them who we are, and scare the crap out of them" Clarisse grunted.

Normally people followed Clarisse out of fear, but this time, it was pure agreement.

"But how?" Asked Grover.

"I think I know how." Percy winked at Annabeth, unfolding the piece of paper he just got a while ago, from the famous Logan Lerman himself.


Eek cliffhanger! Well it's obvious they're gonna call him, right? Tell me who do you want me to add in the story! I'm thinking of the Gods, or some other people like Leo or Rachel or something. Please review!