heliocentric║greek mythology

two

"Thank you for the breakfast. You didn't have to bring it to my room, you know," Phoebus says, coming out to the living room, where I sit at my desk, furiously scribbling down notes. "You could've asked me for help to move the table out of your room."

I shrug without turning around and say, "Not my fault you're a heavy sleeper."

When I see his expression darken in the corner of my eye, I know that we're thinking about about the same instance. "Yes. How fortunate."

I can hear from his footsteps that he's walking away, probably to lie on the couch again.

"Where's Venus?" he asks after a moment of silence, and I groan, banging my head on the table.

"By Hera's saggy left armpit, get over her!"

Venus is what Apollo calls a breathtaking woman (but if he could lie he would call the most beautiful woman in the world), what I call the worst thing that happened to us, and what most people would call a Sailor Moon cardboard cutout.

"You didn't throw Sailor Venus away, did you?"

A guilty silence follows his question. "I can neither confirm nor deny that statement."

He makes a sound of outrage and I say, "You're a god and apart of a boy band. Just buy another one."

"It wouldn't replace the memories."

"No, and that is a good thing. Speaking of which, there's some rules you need to follow," I say, still engrossed in the giant study book I have in front of me. My terrible posture has caused a tension in my back and shoulders, but I really don't have the time or the masochistic tendencies to go to my chiropractor.

Seriously, who uses a rock to get rid of back tension?

"Rules? You're giving a literal god rules?"

"Yes, you arrogant fuckwaffle, I am. One, you are not allowed to do the mindfuck on me."

"I've used the mindfuck, as you put it, once on you. And that was because-"

"Doesn't matter," I say, continuing on as if he didn't speak. "Two, keep the innuendos to a minimum."

"But-"

"Three, I'm not hiding you from my boyfriend."

His surprise in his voice is almost comical. "You have a boyfriend?"

"Yes and he should be dropping by any second now." I don't tell him that the only reason I'm dating Levi is so that I can move on, try to convince myself that I'm not still hopelessly in love with him.

Right on cue, the doorbell rings and I groan as I get up, feeling sore in many different places from sitting for so long.

"Hey babe," Levi says after I open the door. He kisses me and I let him, breathing in the scent of his masculine cologne.

As always, he looks every bit the handsome, brooding frat boy with his gray sweatpants, taut white shirt accentuating his muscles, and a face that has been the sole factor in getting some women into his bed.

"I've missed you," I murmur, but he's no longer paying attention to me. To be fair, I would be staring at the boy with wings rising out of his back like some ethereal angel on my couch.

"Is that Felix Avery from that boy band? Why is he... in your apartment? And are those...wings?"

I eye Phoebus with distaste at the alias he gave himself, who looks back at me with an innocent look, but I have more important things to worry about.