Troubled Olympians

Just can't handle it

"Oh, so basically it's over because it's 'illogical!' " Poseidon spat angrily that evening. He didn't even bother to listen to the song. He was just to angry, so angry in fact he went straight to Athena's room once he got home.

"Poseidon, there's only a few weeks left in the school year...you don't really think that this whole thing will be able to last, without anybody finding out?" Athena questioned.

"Why not!"

"It doesn't work like that! I don't do cheating anyways! And if we ever, in some strange twist of fate, ever get married, you'd just run along having demigods!" Athena cried.

"No I won't!" Poseidon protested.

"That's exactly what you said to Amphitrite when you got married! You still had Theseus! Percy! And countless others! This whole thing...is unrealistic" She ended in a whisper.

"I still don't understand. You have demigods" Poseidon pointed out

"I'm not married though, and it's not anything sexual."

"Well whatever!" Poseidon spat "I guess we're not going to the dance together!"

"I guess not." Athena agreed, calmly.

"I'm gonna go with Hades." Poseidon said, and walked out leaving Athena a moment to absorb what he said.

"You're going with WHO?"

-Troubled Olympians-

"And then she said 'Head and Shoulders!'" Aphrodite recalled the events at the boutique with Hermione. However, none of the olympians seemed fazed by this story.

"She probably did that to mess with you on purpose." Artemis pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"Well it worked!" Aphrodite cried, crossing her arms protectively.

"The girls got some humour thought, gotta give her some credit for that." Ares nodded approvingly.

"She horrified me!" Aphrodite cried in a shrill voice.

"Oh...yeah, sorry babe."

"Yeah, well she's my kid." Hermes said.

"Were you planning to sent her to camp?" Apollo asked.

"Yeah...just kinda...forgot about it. Not to mention, she got pretty pissed off at me the other day." Hermes muttered.

"Details?" Ares asked, stuffing his face with potato chips.

Hermes told them what happened in around two minutes.

"Well, were you surprised her mother was Ariana?" Artemis asked.

"Kinda...yeah. I figured Ariana would dress her up in bows or something..." Hermes admitted. "However, if Hermione was dressed up in bows, me and Ariana would have a serious discussion. I just don't want to mess up on this one. She's my first kid since the Luke thing, and all of my other kids think I suck"

"You won't mess up on this one, I'm sure Hermione's a sweet girl." Artemis said reassuringly.

-Troubled Olympians-

"So, you google my address, come here and beg for my forgiveness, thinking that it would all be okay? I am not a sweet girl!" Hermione spat angrily at Hermes, who was sitting in Hermione's chic living room.

"Uh...yes?" Hermes tried.

"Stalker" Hermione muttered.

"Where's your mother?" Hermes asked, desperate to change the subject.

"Oh! So you came here to see my mother! Well, you're out of luck, she's somewhere in India, promoting some new product."

"Oh, no! I just...she's not around much, is she?" Hermes asked.

"No, she's to busy running around the world with her security guards, I see her only two times a year." Hermione shrugged.

"Oh...uh that must really suck."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, I'm sure she cares...where are you from?" Hermes asked.

"My ancestors are from some place in Europe, like most americans." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Right...yeah."

"You?" Hermione asked.

"Greek."

"How lovely"

As far as Hermes could tell, Hermione was a girl who loved sarcasm, and hated dresses. He had no idea how her nanny dealt with her.

"Anyways...I want to apologize...for that." Hermes muttered.

"Yeah, whatever. I should probably be used to that reaction by now. Not to mention, I look nothing like my mom." Hermione shrugged.

"Nah, I can see the resemblance." Hermes disagreed.

"Do you play sports?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, haven't played in awhile"

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So...speaking of your mother...does she have a boyfriend?" Hermes asked, before realizing how Hermione would interpret the question.

"GET OUT!"

-Troubled Olympians-

"Hades, will you go to the dance with me?" Poseidon asked, as Hades was sitting on the couch with Zeus and Makaria.

"What?" Hades asked, confused.

"Please!"

"No!"

"But Hadieee!" Poseidon whined.

"Don't call me Hadie!" Hades spat, as Zeus and Makaria started to laugh.

"Please, please, please, please I need a date!"

"So you come to me?" Hades asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Poseidon sighed exasperately

"Isn't there some one else!?" Hades asked.

"You know perfectly well I'm not going with Zeus!" Poseidon crinkled his nose in disgust.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?" Zeus asked.

"You're too uptight! And no fun!" Poseidon cried.

"EXCUSE ME?"

"I didn't mean Zeus!" Hades cried.

"I am so not uptight!" Zeus grumbled, ignoring Hades.

"Are too!" Poseidon cried like a little boy.

"Well you smell like fish! That's why you don't have a date!" Zeus spat

"I do not!"

"Makaria!" Zeus cried, turning towards the confused goddess. "Does Poseidon smell like fish?"

"Don't drag her into this!" Hades protested

"Kinda...not by mu-"

"AHA!" Zeus cut off Makaria.

"Maki! How could you? HOW COULD YOU!?" Poseidon cried dramaticly, and fell on the floor.

"I didn't finish my sen-"

"Get over it Fish Breath!"

"I'LL GO WITH YOU POSEIDON, JUST SHUT UP!" Hades bellowed.

"No! He's going with me!" Zeus protested.

"No! I'm going with Hades!" Poseidon snapped back.

Hades groaned and left the room. Leaving two gods bickering, and a confused Makaria.