Cupid's a Terrible Shot

Chapter 1

Entry 1
So today something completely bizarre happened and I would absolutely love to say it has happened before, but it most definitely has not.

 I was crouching in the bushes right, outside this gazebo in the park; now the reason I was crouching is beyond me, its not like anyone can see me anyway; I'm Cupid, not your next door neighbor Steve. But anyway, there I was, crouching, waiting for Josie, the girl I've been following for a week who has been ignoring  Justin who I happen to know has been going jogging every day just to have that hit or miss chance to talk to her while she reads under the gazebo. 

I'd been setting this shot up for weeks, which is definitely something the media totally blows out of the water. Everyone thinks Cupid just shoots people willy nilly, and though that sounds great (this world could really use some extra love), it just doesn't work that way. You see, if everyone instantaneously fell in love there would definitely be an outbreak of mass hysteria, probably the end of the world and maybe even a bounty on my head. So if you someday happen to become the next Cupid, be warned, it takes a lot of time and energy to create the perfect shot. Think of yourself as everyone's personal wing man.

Anyway, I was crouching, peeking over the railing, pulling out my bow along with my state-of-the-art handmade (with love) arrows, when someone very loudly blurts from behind me, "what are you doing?" Of course I ignored him because it obviously was not directed at me because no one can see me. But oh no no no, Mr.Loudmouth once again shouted at me, "you with the wings, what are you doing?" 'You with the wings' how stupid is that?

I saw Justin and Josie stop talking and glance at Mr.Loudmouth like he was the most insane person in the world, and I froze in place hoping that if I didn't move he wouldn't see me.

"I can see you in the bushes you know." Justin and Josie both got up and walked away before I could take my shot.

"Hey! You made me miss my shot! What are you, some dark angel here to report me to my manager?" Mr.Loudmouth quirked his brow and looked at me like I was some crazy of his rocker guy spying on people in the park. He looked a lot like every dark angel I've seen, dark hair, dark eyes, olive skin. He also looked like he walked straight out of "Bikers Weekly" with ripped jeans and a leather jacket. So dark angel was a completely viable option.

"No, what the hell are you doing dressed like that? And don't you know hunting is illegal in the park?" His gaze swept me with a judgmental glint.

"Did Atë put you up to this, oh I know Atë put you up to this, she always loves fucking with me, ATË YOU ASSHOLE, I KNOW THIS IS YOU, QUIT FUCKING WITH ME" Mr.Loudmouth looked at me again like I was insane for shouting directly up at the sky.

"So what are you anyway, one of those singing telegrams or something?" He crossed his arms as I scoffed loudly.

"Uh, ya right, I'm Cupid, duh..." I say, earning a confused look from Mr.Loudmouth, "which you should know because the only people that can see me are other angels, and every angel knows who Cupid is. Hint: it's me." I crossed my arms, mirroring his stance.

"Ya, well first off, Cupid is not real, and if you keep running around the park in that get up someone'll call the police. Also quit calling me an angel, I have no clue what the hell you are talking about."

"You really aren't an angel? Like at all? Not even a half angel?" He shook his head "you sure?" He nodded . "So you can see me?"

"Yeah... if I couldn't see you why would I be talking to you? Are you okay? Do I need to call an ambulance, or probably better yet the police?"