The Race is On:

The temperature immediately dropped about ten degrees. If the window had been open an icy wind would have swept in. You could almost here the dramatic music playing.

"What did you say?" Charlotte asked slowly, her voice as cold as the weather outside.

"I want you to prove that all romance, fanfiction or otherwise, is like, pointless, absurd, and all those other words you said!" Hazel said forcefully. Despite her stubborn demeanor inside she was shaking like a leaf. Charlotte was as scary as Medusa having a bad hair day whenever you questioned anything she said. But it was too late to back down now.

Charlotte pondered Hazel's words for a moment. She could unleash all her fury on the defiant daughter of Aphrodite but she probable wouldn't understand all the words she used. She could laugh and refuse but that was the equivalent of backing down and there was no way in Hades that she would do that and let Hazel rub it in her face for the rest of her life, and probably after that too. There was only one thing left to do.

"Fine!" She snapped, "I'll prove it. I'll find the most disgusting, OOC, badly written, romantic piece of garbage on that website and show it to you. Then we'll see whose right!"

Hazel put her hands on her hips, "I'll find a real life and fanfiction example of why romance is totally like, awesome and then you'll see that I am right!"

"Okay then. You use the desktop downstairs for research and I'll use the laptop up here. You know, there's a way we could save time," Charlotte mused.

"How?" Hazel asked.

"I could throw a Twilight book at your head," She smirked.

"Oh my gods don't you dare insult Edward!" Hazel shrieked as she stomped off down the stairs.

"You mean Mr. Gary-Stu Sparkle Pants?"

"I hate you!"

Charlotte laughed and booted up the computer. This was going to be so easy. There were enough completely appalling romance stories on alone to make her the victor hands down. And if somehow that failed she could always bring out the secret weapon. Young adult vampire novels.

She quickly typed in fanfiction and logged into her account, Arachnophobia (it's a long story involving the Stoll brothers). She clicked the romance section. Holy Zeus, 2,256 "great love" stories just in the Percy Jackson and the Olympian section alone. She clicked on one at random and just barely managed to hold in her lunch.

AnNaBeTh or RaChEl?

"Diclamer: OMG I DoN't OwN PjO WaHhHhH!!!!!!!!!!1!!

"I luv you percy and I want yu 2 dump Annabeth for me. Said Rachel. 'OMG I hate you rachel!" said annabeth. Ten Annabeth ran away. Oh Noess!" said percy "come back Annabeth! He ran after Annabeth and left Rachel. I hate da world!!!11! said Rachel.

ThE EnD"

Charlotte trembled in revulsion at the monstrosity Michael Bay wouldn't even be able to capture in a horror movie. Her review, the only one that didn't use chatspeak, expressed her pain:

"*headdesk* *headdesk*

fgbfsgrfhgndfhgt!"

***

Hazel was realizing just how hard this challenge was. She chewed on a perfectly manicured nail nervously. Charlotte would undoubtedly find the romance stories she liked unsuitable. She might as well skip right over to finding real life true love. Jon and Kate? Um, no. Romeo and Juliet? She didn't think they had been real in the first place, never mind the fact that they had killed themselves after knowing each other for a few days.

"Pst! Hazel!" Whispered a voice loudly. Hazel turned around to find an Iris message of her friend Marilyn, daughter of Hermes, in her kitchen.

"Hi Marilyn!" Hazel said

"Hey Hazel! How's the weather? I heard you got like, four feet of snow!" Marilyn gushed.

"Yeah, pretty much," Hazel sighed.

Marilyn noticed Hazel's melancholy expression, "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Well I'm trying to like, beat Charlotte at something but it's not going very well."

"Okay then. You're screwed," Marilyn announced in her usual encouraging matter.

Marilyn's brother Clay pushed Marilyn out of the way, "Oh come on. Charlotte can't be the winner all the time can she?"

"Yes," Marilyn and Hazel answered at the same time.

Clay sighed and rolled his eyebrows, "You guys are constant downers you know that right?" With a start Hazel remembered how she used to have a major crush on Clay. It had never amounted to anything but they were still friends.

"Yes we know. We're the big storm clouds and you're the sun. We're the rain on your parade. We're…" Marilyn was cut off by a hand pressed over her mouth.

"Yeah, I get it Marilyn. Listen Hazel we're still cool right? You're not still mad about the whole mud in your facial cleanser thing right?"

"What mud in the facial cleanser thing?" Hazel asked confused.

"Oops. I guess I haven't done it yet," Clay laughed nervously then he ended the message.

After a few minutes Hazel frantically started typing at the desktop. For the second time in her life Hazel had a kick butt idea.

AN: Yep, short again.