Ok, so I really hated where I was going with this. It was wayyy to boring. So I'm rewriting the whole thing. Making it better. Please comment, and enjoy! ~BrilliantlyInnocent

Logan Lerman POV

I open my eyes only to be met by a stream of light, bursting through my window. The birds chirp happily outside. It was another cliché morning, for another cliché day. Wake up, get ready, go shoot until late at night, come back, collapse, get up do chores, sleep, repeat. I roll out of bed, and make my way to my dresser. I look into the empty drawers, of course, my mom took everything out thinking it was dirty. Apparently all teenage boys are a dirty and unorganized. I pace my room, trying to find where anything somewhat clean would be. I pick up the pair of jeans and shirt I wore yesterday. Hopefully no one will notice, I think to myself. I slip the cotton shirt over my head. I make my way to the bathroom, and brushed my teeth. I have this thing where I must brush my teeth for the same amount of time every day. Some say it's weird, but they are off paying thousands of dollars into metal traps for their mouths. I comb my luscious brown hair, trying to make it look decent. Finally, I wander my way out into the hallway.

"Man you look sexy in the morning," A voice says, breaking the quiet morning.

"Damn you man," I jump as I turn around to see my best friend Dean, sitting on my parent's bed watching me, while eating an avocado. "Get out of their room," I growl as I head down stairs.

"Logan, you're such a morning person. How about I videotape you one day of what you're like and then put it on YouTube…that would be fun." Dean rambles as he follows me down stairs. "I'm sure you're fans would love it seeing what you do every morning."

"At least I got fans," I say as I pull out a bowl, and pour fruit loops into it.

"I have fans!" Dean snaps as he slides into the chair across from me.

"Sure," I say "who?" I pour the milk into my bowl and sit down watching Dean patiently. After a moment slight hesitation he replies

"That weird girl who chased me all the way down to Roxbury Park," He says bitterly.

"Yeah, that was funny." I say. Dean shakes his head disapprovingly.

"Come on slow poke, we have to go." He sighs as he gets up and walks out of the kitchen. I scoop in another mouthful of fruit loops then chase after him. I know I would pay for not putting the milk or my dishes away but I was late, they would understand. I grab a piece of gum, and race outside. I hop into the passenger seat of Dean's car, and wait for him. I see Dean grimly come out of my house; he quietly gets into the car without saying a word. His face pained, he looked older than he should be.

"Dude, I didn't mean to hurt you," I say uncomfortably, it wasn't like him to be this uptight about things. Dean didn't say anything, but he kept his eyes trained on the road. We pull onto the high way, passing Porsche's, after SUV's, after Lamborghini's.

"We are leaving," he says. "You're unsafe here, and its time I bring you back." I look over at him, completely confused.

"What are you talking about?" I ask puzzled.

"You know the Percy Jackson story?" Dean says, he turns towards me his face serious and concerned.

"Yes, I played Percy." I say still quite unsure of where this was headed. I inhale, waiting for the news to come to me. I was sure it was something like, I am now famous enough for me to be in physical danger, and maybe someone wanted to kill me.

"That story is true, Percy is your brother. You're father is Poseidon. And yourself, you are a demi-god."