Before I continue with my story a few messages-

asimplecritic: Thanks for the suggestions, I'll try to use them though I can't promise. And anyway I'm not calling Percy a coward this story is more of…me. Though I'm not a coward either, a more appropriate word would be…um…scared? Yeah, this is an AU, sorry for not mentioning this before.

InAthena'sCabin: Thanks. But like I said I got my happy ending.

Booklover51089: I'll try not to screw it up but I'm actually writing this story because my girlfriend thinks my love life is something you see either in movies or read in books. So…yeah.

I don't own PJO.

My name is Percy Jackson and on reading my story kindly refrain from comments like – "man, your life sucks" or "Your life's just waste of time" or "jump into a glass of water and drown yourself". Believe me, I hear that every day from everyone I know, even my best friend Grover(AN: I have it a lot worse I've got 5)

See, my grandparents were a bit (?) hit in the head and were obsessed with Greek mythology. They had 3 sons (coincidence? Or planned) and they named their children after the 3 eldest gods of Greek myth – Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. (AN: I've got an uncle and an aunt from dad's side)

My grandfather (despite being a potential asylum patient) was super rich. He practically owned the world. He set up a flying school and every graduate was employed in his own airline. Also he owned a shipping company and quite a few hotels.

A day after his funeral, his will was announced. Zeus got the airline business and the flying school, my dad got the shipping company and Hades got the hotels. I just about died laughing when it was mentioned in a P.S. that Hades got the cemetery that our family set up (see, I told you my grandpa was ...well…crazy) (AN: I don't know whether you can own cemeteries but please don't bother correcting me).Though it did hurt when he chucked his shoe at my face with deadly accuracy. I mean I was 8 for god's sake and his shoe size is what, 11…12… don't know for sure but it was big.

Anyways, my uncle Zeus got a bit affected by my grandpa's antiques and got into all the Greek god stuff so much that he started calling his wife Hera (her real name was Jennifer) and also named his kids Athena and Ares (dumb…right?). Aunt Jennifer/Hera wanted to name her son Apollo but when he was born, rather than crying (like most babies do) he kicked the doctor in his soft spot and bit his finger. So Zeus decided to call his violent and disturbed brat Ares.

Hades was saner and named his son and daughter Nico and Bianca (I really like those two names).

I get along amazingly well with Nico and Bianca but with Athena and Ares, it's a different story.

I was named by Zeus. Why? Because at the time of my birth my dad was stranded on a remote uninhabited island and my mom was in coma. Pretty screwed up…huh? (AN: Actually my dad was on a business trip and his plane as cancelled and the next flight wasn't until 4 days. Plus my mom was in coma. So I was named by my aunt. Not that I mind, she gave me an awesome name)

So it was up to Zeus to name me and making use of this opportunity (and because he is a royal prick) he named me after a child of the thunder god Zeus – Perseus. As a result I completely hate the name and insist upon being called Percy.

When my dad returned from his unplanned trip he was incredibly pissed at Zeus and got into a fight. My awesome dad dunked Zeus into the swimming pool (actually he picked Zeus and threw him). Zeus got mad and tried to electrocute him with a current carrying wire. TRIED. Stupid, idiot didn't realize he was wet. You probably know water conducts electricity.

Dad still says that that was one of the best moments of his life.

And now coming back to the present with me standing under the tree where Thalia left me to go on her date with Luke, my eyes stinging and wondering who the hell said romance with your best friend is the best kind there is.

Read and review. I'll appreciate your suggestions on improving this story. But the fact remains I'm a student who has never gotten an A in any essay even if my girlfriend (who ironically is a straight A student) lets me copy hers.