When Cupid Falls In Love

Chapter 25: Cupid

The second we got home, I eagerly started getting ready for my date. My first date ever. The buzz in my brain made me feel like a teenager about to go to Junior prom. I almost felt bad for nitpicking Spencer's anxiety about his clothes earlier, because now I was doing the same thing as I frantically tried on shirt after shirt.

"You're sweating like you can't decide what wire to cut. Just find a shirt with buttons and you'll be fine," Joey remarked as her and Hermes played a board game on the bed.

"It's more complicated than that! I don't want to seem like I'm trying too hard, but I want to try hard," I said as I studied my seventh outfit choice in the full-length mirror on the closet door.

Behind me, Spencer rushed around the room, trying to create more outfits.

"My future with Harley relies on this date going well Joey! He needs to look endearing, sophisticated, and like trouble. Girls dig that," Spencer huffed as he wiped the beading sweat off his forehead.

At that, she rolled her eyes and sat up. "Girls also dig tattoos and seven-foot guys, want me to get a sharpie and some high heels?" She asked sarcastically as she slipped off the bed.

"We don't need sass right now, this is serious, go away," I said, hoping she'd listen.

Instead, she wandered over to the pile of clothes. "Dates are supposed to be fun, not serious. You should relax and while you're doing that, I'll put together an outfit that shows who you are," She said as she shoved Spencer aside and started sorting through the clothes.

Laughing, he joined me at the mirror. "What are you going to do? Put him in a toga?"

"Come on guys, enough jokes. I have to get ready and I don't need a girl to dress me," I said impatiently as I repositioned the clothes I had on. These didn't work either. Why was getting dressed so hard?

Snickering, Joey looked up from the clothes pile. "But you're totally fine with Spencer, a man who wears a cookie monster shirt, picking your attire? Even after he's failed to produce results after seven attempts?"

Rather than go off on her, I considered what she said. She had a point. While Spencer had a taste in fashion for men, he had put me in several, different outfits this past hour that didn't work. The clock was ticking, and I was willing to try anything. "Alright, fine. I'll give you five minutes and if you don't find anything, you're going back on the bed." I decided as I combed my fingers through my hair. It never got this tangled in Olympus.

Smiling sarcastically, Joey went back to searching for an outfit. As she did, I shed off the clothes I had on and pulled on a bathrobe so she wouldn't notice my boxers. They just so happened to be cookie monster ones. In my defense, I picked them for the color.

As I waited, I sat on the bed and moved Joey's piece back three spaces.

Hermes leaned in. "Cupid?"

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat as he shuffled the cards for their game. "Um....can you....will you...can you put in a good word with the Aunt Jen lady tonight?" He shyly asked, catching me off guard.

I assumed he hadn't given her a second thought. Apparently, he had.

I turned to him. "The crazy lady who chased you with a water gun?"

Lighting up, he nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Isn't she great? The Goddess' back home would never do that," he gushed, radiating from head to toe.

Despite their happy connotation, his words bothered me. A lot.

"You don't need a girl for that. You've got me," I said, shoving his shoulder. "If you want a water gun fight, just give me swim trunks and I'm your man."