Basically this is set in the real world, and Annabeth is a teen actress. Percy is an Olympic swimmer (think Tom Daley). They are forced to do a movie together even though they have really bad history. Read and comment!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, nor are any of the characters mine. They belong to the awesomeness that is Rick Riordan.

Chapter One

A Bit of Congratulating

Annabeth POV

I burst into my penthouse, fingers locked around a thick packet of paper. "I got the part!" I screamed.

Thalia Grace and Rachel Dare, my two best friends, looked up. "Oh my god!" Rachel screamed. She flung herself at me. Red hair tangled in my face and all the breath was knocked out of me by two pale freckly arms.

"Rach!" I choked. "Can't—breathe—"

Thalia, who was dressed all in black as usual, was a bit more reserved. She squeezed my hand and gently pried Rachel off me.

"Thanks, Thalia," I smiled. Rachel bounced on the couch and I grinned wider.

Thalia was the daughter of a famous TV actress who had died in a car crash. She was eighteen, a legal adult, so she hadn't been sent to an orphanage or foster home or something. Anyway, the Grace family fortune prevented that.

Rachel, on the other hand, was the youngest daughter of the super-rich land developer William Dare. I'd met her in Hoover Dam two years ago. She was seventeen, like me, and liked art and finding/worshiping obscure bands. I loved them because they totally understood about fame—and being a teen actress, I usually got too much of it.

"So, tell us? What's the movie about? Or should I say the next movie?" Thalia folded her long, leather-sheathed legs under her butt.

"It's called Message in a Bottle. I play a surfer girl named Carly Johnson who falls in love with a"—I checked the script in my hand—"Nate Copely."

"Ooh, you have a love interest!" Rachel wiggled her fingers at me. I managed to keep a straight face. It wasn't new—my last movie had had me "fall in love" with Taylor Lautner. He really was cute…

Thalia lifted a lock of my blond hair, twirling it in her black-polished fingernails. "I can see why they cast you as a beach girl. Again."

I pulled my hair back. I was definitely what you'd call a Cali girl, with my long curly blond hair, evenly tanned skin, toned body and upturned nose. My gray eyes kind of ruined it though. "Shut up."

"Seriously though. Are you going to go away from us again? Your last movie with Taylor took you all the way to Papua New Guinea." Thalia pouted.

I beamed. "Nope. Most of the shooting will be done here in L.A. I am playing a surfer girl after all."

Rachel gasped. She was leafing through my packet. "'Nate' is a lifeguard?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "That's how he and Carly meet—surfer, lifeguard…" I moved my hands in a "duh" motion. "So what?"

"Well, then, he's going to be hot, toned and shirtless most of the time. Rachel likey. I call dibs!"

I laughed. "You don't even know who Nate will be." Inside, I was secretly wondering that myself. Maybe Taylor again?"

Rachel wiggled the script at me. "I know enough."

Percy POV

"No…are you serious?"

Grover and Nico, my two best mates, looked up from the football game on TV. I ignored them, pacing around and running a hand through my black hair.

"Yeah," my manager answered on the other end of the line. "Why?"

"Wow…I didn't know they liked me that much. Well, who wouldn't?" I laughed. "Message in a Bottle? Sounds like a chick flick."

"It is," Charles Beckendorf answered in his deep voice. "You'll be playing a lifeguard."

"Surprise, surprise. Why didn't I expect that? Surely an Olympic swimmer would score the part of a geek." I said sarcastically, glancing over at the six Olympic medals hanging in my glass trophy case.

"No, he wouldn't." Beckendorf replied, still totally serious.

"Well, when does shooting start?"

"Really?" My manager sounded surprised. "You'll do it?"

"Yeah, I'll do it. Maybe get me some new sponsors. Nike didn't seem to like me so much."

"You nearly flooded their warehouse." Beckendorf snorted.

"Whatever. Anyway, can you send me the script?"

"Sure, kid. There's a cast party at eight." He gave me the address. "You should go."

"Maybe I will. Listen, the Patriots have the ball. You done?"

"Yeah. Oh, one more thing. There's a girl," he informed me.

"Really? A girl?" I snapped back to attention.

"The lifeguard falls in love with a surfer girl. Chick flick, remember? I'll send the script over."

"Later, man."

I hung up and pocketed the iPhone. Nico muted the TV, oblivious to Grover's protests. "What did Chris want you for?"

"Some movie cast me."

"Really?" Grover laughed. "You? In a movie?"

"Why?" I immediately switched to the defensive.

"Well...I never thought you were capable of anything but swimming. Oh, and being a playboy."

Nico snickered. "So it's a chick flick. With a girl?" He'd obviously eavesdropped on my conversation.

"Yeah." I grabbed the remote from Nico and flipped on the sound, just as Tom Brady flung the ball into the air. "There's a party at eight. Are you going to come?"

Grover shook his head. "Nope. I'm meeting Juniper."

I nodded. I'd never understood Grover's infatuation with the plant-obsessed, petite girl but let it slide. "You, Nic?"

"Well…okay." He pretended to debate on it though Grover and I knew he had absolutely nothing planned tonight. "Can't hurt."

"Fine." I settled into the couch. "Can't hurt."