Fates, Furies and Freckles(Watty Awards 2013)

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                                                   {Present Day}

                                                    Point of View:

                                        ++Pelops++ (Tantalus's Son)

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"So, how long are you gonna be here, man?" Andrew asks as he dumps yet another bag of my stuff on the floor of the apartment I'm renting with Posiedon. 

I grunt and shove the couch over two feet, "Until they catch my dad, I guess. He can't run forever. It's him against practically everyone else in our world."

I don't tell many people about being immortal and all that crap. It's sort of like an understood code. I mean, when people notice you don't age like other people they start to worry. So we're allowed to tell close friends, girlfriends, etc. Just not the whole world. Andrew became my best friend last year (though I've had many in my life) and I told him about six months ago.

"That sucks," He states and flicks the lights on in the hall so we can see what we're doing better.

I nod, "You know, you could just stay here with me, if you wanted? There's enough room."

He shakes his head, "Nah, my mom would kill me."

He has a point. His mom is scary. Like, you can tell she loves him and stuff, she's just ridiculously over protective and junk. I try to avoid going over to his house as much as I can.

So, I guess he'll stay until the swim competition is over, and then he's headed home. 

We finish moving things and he even helps me unpack some of the stuff we had sent over. I wipe my hands off on my pants, and start rifling through my closet. I throw a random shirt and pants onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" Andrew asks.

I shrug, "I start school this morning. Whoop-de-freaking-do."

He lifts an eyebrow, "Why are you changing? You don't actually care about this whole thing, do you?"

I pull off my brown shirt and throw it in a corner. I'll get it later. Maybe. "No, but that shirt was covered in grease from the moving van. Hey, can you give me a ride? Posiedon took the car."

"Sure."

I throw the books Posiedon got me into a bag and start walking out the door, "So, what's your new name?"

I turn around, one hand on the doorknob, "I dunno yet."

He shakes his head, "Well, you've got about fifteen minutes to figure it out."

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I end up texting Posiedon on my way there.

"Hey, you had to fill out forms for me to start school, right? So, what's my name?"

It takes him ten minutes to respond,  "Aaron. Hope you don't mind. First thing I thought of."

I roll my eyes.The name is fine, good even. I just can't believe how much he doesn't care sometimes. The guy has been like a dad to me, but sometimes he's just completely crazy.

Andrew pulls into the parking lot of the school and gives me a once over. "Dude, you look way older than a senior."

I chew on my bottom lip. I get that, a lot. I pull off twenty better than seventeen or eighteen. I spot something under his seat and pull it out.