When Cupid Sneezes

Chapter Two

This is the worst day ever. And I mean ever! Why would such a momentous day - the day Cupid would come here and we'd come up with a plan to make Noah Wilson fall in love with me - be so terrible?

Cupid, the one that makes couples fall in love, is sick with a freaking cold. I know it's not his fault that it was cold, and stuff, but...ugh, why?! No. I know why, he wasn't smart enough to wear a freaking coat or something! It's autumn for goodness sakes, don't show up with only a diaper on. It's not like his brain is like a baby's. He's about a million years old! Gain some common sense already!

Isn't he immortal? Why the heck would he get a cold. I'm pretty sure immortals don't get sick.

"What, ACHOO! Did, ACHOO! You want me, ACHOO! ACHOO! To do? ACHOO!" Cupid manages to say through many sneezes.

"Well, I wanted to make Noah Wilson fall in love with me, but..." I trail off and point to his nose.

"ACHOO! Yeah...sorry, girl!" Cupid says. His voice is stuffy, gentle, and sassy mixed together in one. I look at his diaper. It's those Disney Princess Pull-Ups on it you see commercials on all the time.

You know, at the end of the commercial it has kids singing, "I'm a big kid now!"

If you couldn't tell... Cupid is gay. You heard from me...he is.

He broke up with his wife, who by the way HAS A CHILD. We are pretty much all convinced that it's just a faze that he's going to get through sooner or later. But...I'm not dumb. This is no faze. I see the way he looks at Bob (my legal guardian). Plus, he told me himself (that he's gay, not that he looks at Bob like he's a delicious cheesecake).

"No," I say, "save your sorry. We are going to do it anyway. You have perfect aim, you can be on a roller coaster and still hit Noah with that arrow. You have to. You just have to!" I'm desperate. Everything has always gone terribly for me, and I'm not going to make this a never ending streak. It ends right now. Noah Wilson will love me.

"It's too risky, giiiiiirrl, if you wanna do that, you'll have to drag my baby butt over there. Humph! ACHOO!" he says sassily.

I smirk at his baby face, "Challenge excepted."

"Wha-" he starts, but I'm already dragging him out the door to Noah's football game.

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I get weird looks from everybody when I get there. Then I realize I'm dragging a baby with wings to a football game.

"Little brother. Halloween costume. Babysitting," I manage to say to the people looking at me like I'm a person that escaped from an asylum. They nod they're heads and I smile. I'm sort of glad for my influence skills. Thank you, Aphrodite.

A buzzer rings and I realize that the game is over. What?! I just got here. This isn't possible.

Then I realize that we won and all of the players are coming on the field to celebrate. I see Noah. He flips his golden hair, and smiles with his mouth as well as his kind green eyes. I feel heat raise to my cheeks as I watch him fist pumping the air.

"DAAAAAMMN!" Cupid says as he follows my gaze to Noah. "That is one FINE piece of meat! PUH-LEESE don't say that's him, because I want him to myself. Mhmm!" People weirdly stare at Cupid - or who they think is my little brother. Mind you, little baby brother.

"Shh!" I whisper shout at him. "Yes that's him." I answer his previous question.

"Can you please shoot him? Please?" I whisper to him, so no one will hear.

"Remember, teenagers won't know that they are in love at first. They will go through denial and such, and they pull back their feelings. They may try to make sure that you love them first before admitting their feelings. Some may be totally open about their feelings, and some may be open about their feelings about the person they loves looks, but not about their feelings, Some may be-" I cut him off. He's taking too long.

"I get it. DO IT ALREADY!"

"Okay! Okay. Make sure no one's looking," he says. He pulls off a strand of my hair and puts it on the arrow I keep guard as he pulls out the arrow. Cupid looks at the arrow and focusses on Noah as best as he can, then right when he's about to let go...

"ACHOO!" he sneezes. It's like everything is in slow motion.

"NOOOO!" I shout, as I see the arrow fly onto the stadium. Only gods, half-gods, 1/4-gods, and so on can see, feel, or touch the arrow. No one can pull it out except for cupid himself. I hope it hits Noah.

The arrow goes down, down, down, and it hits Noah. I think. There's one way to find out.

I rush onto the football stadium, ignoring the curious looks I get, and stand right in front of Noah. "Hi Noah, good game," I say.

"Uh thanks, stanger..." he says and he speed walks away. I can't seem to find Cupid's arrows on him anywhere.

"Love you too!" I call after him. He runs away, and I can hear the sound of my heart breaking. Ouch.

"You are beautiful, don't let him get to you." I hear the unmistakable voice of Dexter Mann behind me. No, no, NO! Dexter Mann got shot by the arrow, not Noah Wilson. I can see Cupid's arrow on the side of arm. I try to touch it, but my hand goes right through it as if the arrow is a hologram. I close my eyes and try not to cry, and think about what's going on.

Dexter Mann got hit by Cupid's arrow. Dexter Mann is Noah's best friend. Dexter Mann is a prankster, player, class clown, and trouble maker. Dexter Mann is in love with me.

"Hello? Still here," he waves his hands in front of me.

"Sorry. Thank-you. I-I-I I have to go!" I say before running on to the bleachers. No one is there at all. Not even Cupid. I have to ask him to pull the arrow out. Now! I'm on the verge of tears when I find a golden envelope where I left Cupid.

Mom, I think again. This time I'm nit happy at all. I'm angry. She was watching us from Mount Olympus. She should know that Cupid is the only way to fix this. Why'd she take him.

I read the note:

My dear daughter,

You made this mess, you fix it.

~Your mother, Aphrodite.

That's it. I can't hold this waterfall from behind my eyes any longer. I cry right there on the bleachers.

A/N

Aw. So sad for you Belle. Sorry I did that :(...

Anyway... What was you're favorite part and why.

Oh! Dexter is getting whipped so darn soon. #Sorrynotsorry!

What do you think of Belle's mom, Aphrodite's, choice. Do you think it was right? Do you think it was cruel?

Okay...

Bye!

~Actinglover007