Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson

AN: Just some idea I thought of. The title of this story is a play on words of Shakespeare's play Love's Labor's Lost.

Chapter One: The Challenge

"Disclaimer: I don't own the PJO series unfortunatly cuz I like, luv Percabeth!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Percy and Annabeth kissed passionately in the sunset and swore to always love each other forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and everX100000000000000000000000. Then they rode off on the back of a golden Pegasus into the mist.

AN: I need like, 328743423 reviews or I won't right the next chappie."

It took all of Charlotte's self control not to break the computer screen. Why had she chosen to stay home with Hazel of all people instead of just going to the freaking grocery store with her father? Sure she would have been snowed in with a lot of vegetables all night but that must be better than watching Hazel read goopy, overdone, intelligence insulting fanfiction!

Hazel quickly logged into her account, Floweryheartsforeva, and reviewed. "Zomg I lik LUVED it!!!!!1!! UPDATEZ!!!111!!"

Charlotte shook her head, "You make me sick," sometimes she really resented her father for going and adopting the rather dimwitted daughter of Aphrodite. Actually make that, all the time she really resented her father for going and adopting the extremely dimwitted daughter of Aphrodite. He hadn't known at the time but ignorance is no excuse.

And now they were snowed in together alone in the house with only each other and the potted petunias for company. If Charlotte had to choose who she would rather talk to, she would pick the petunias.

Hazel flipped her light brown hair. Charlotte had actually started doing that a lot until she had her hair cut. There was no way she was copying that… ignoramus, "What are you talking about? You're always like, so mean," she complained.

"You give out noob reviews to crappy stories that can't be more than fifty words if you don't count all the "evers". Plus, do you realize how seriously OOC my half sister is in all of those stories?" Charlotte snapped. She looked out the window hopefully, nope. It was snowing heavily, forever trapping her in a house with a dunce. Some god had it in for her.

Hazel giggled, "But there's like, romance in it! That means it good. Duh," she added for emphasis.

Charlotte's mouth fell open. Could her adopted sister be that benighted? "What are you talking about? Romance is the death of stories! Stories with romance should be omitted, unavailable, nonexistent!"

Hazel sniffed, "You don't have to show off your fancy vocabulary. I'm not stupid you know."

"Your profile is covered in copy and paste quotes," Charlotte remarked.

Hazel pointed an accusing finger, "Well you're named after a like, spider! What kind of idiotic daughter of Athena is named after a spider?"

"How does that relate to anything? Besides, I wasn't named after a spider we just have the same name," Charlotte shuddered at the thought of being named after a spider. Her dad must have had more sense than that.

"It proves you're stupid!" Hazel retorted, sticking out her tongue.

"You know what? Forget it. I was just tying to emphasis how pointless romance is. Pointless, absurd…"

"Fruitless, futile and sensible," Hazel interrupted in a bad imitation of Charlotte. She let out a nerd snort and pantomimed pushing a pair of glasses up her nose.

"Sensible is an antonym of pointless, ευφυία. And I don't wear glasses," Charlotte muttered.

Hazel stabbed at the computer keys roughly, "Okay seriously, I get like, insulted enough in English and I don't really need you insulting me in other languages also!"

"ηλίθιος," Charlotte whispered slyly as she pulled a book of her book shelf and flopped down on her bed.

"I heard that you stuck up παλιόπαιδο! Why are you so against everything I do?" Hazel complained, then she smirked, "It's because you're jealous!"

Charlotte snapped her book closed, "What the Hades would make you think that?"

"You're so smart about everything but romance, which happens to be my specialty," Hazel gloated.

"The reason I'm completely uninterested in romance is because it's stupid and all the fanfictions involving it are inconceivably atrocious," Charlotte said testily. Please let Hazel leave it at that. She really didn't want to get in a fight when there were no paramedics available. Well, snow did bring down swelling...

"Well, I'm on fanfiction more than you and I now that romance isn't like, as godsawful as you keep saying," Hazel said, jutting out her bottom lip in a cute pout.

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "You are misinformed, all romance fics are, in your own words, "godsawful"," she turned away from Hazel, signaling the conversation was over. Hazel probably wouldn't be able to think up a comeback until the spring thaw anyway.

Hazel stewed for a few minutes. She really wanted to beat Charlotte in a contest of wits just once. Was that like, too much to ask? Suddenly an idea hit her like a master bolt. She opened her mouth to say two words that would initiate a chain of events that would rock the world of fanfiction to its core. After those two simple words nothing would ever be the same agian.

"Prove it."

AN: Don't worry, the next chapter will be longer.