By the end of the day, I was ready to strangle Luke with a garden hose. Or a telephone cord. Really, whatever I could find would work. We headed back with Cam, both of us fuming after I poured half of my hot coffee down Luke's shirt after he made a comment about me being psychotic. Which, in all honestly, was probably true, but that isn't the type of thing people like me go around exhibiting to the world.

But my day got even worse when I got back home. I'll give you one guess as to who was sitting in front of Cam's apartment door.


I mean, this day just keeps getting better and better. Now, if only my mother was here to join the fun!

"Melanie-" Mitch started to stay, but I held up my hand to silence him.

"Please, Mel, I really want to talk to you," Mitch pleaded, not budging from his place in front of the door.

"You have thirty seconds or I will get Artemis' minotaur to gobble you into bits," I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. I gave a quick glance at Cam, who Mitch moved out of the way for so she could get inside her home.

"I am sorry about what I said earlier, Mel. I know things are difficult for you and I wanted to try and include you so you weren't so well, you know, Melanie-like-"

"Have you ever thought I like who I am, Mitch? And so does everyone else in our family except for Carol-" I was cut off.

"I wasn't done talking," He growled, blue eyes glaring. "As I was saying, I want to help you in love and social department, well as much as I can. But in return I want to fix things or at least talked to Grandfather Zeus."

My eyes lit up and I smiled. Mitch was not only going to help me, but he wanted to see Zeus in return? This was rich. Richer than dark chocolate and ambrosia put together.

"Splendid!" I said excitedly. "Let's go! Let me just grab some things."

"Wait? We are going right now?" Mitch sounded alarmed.

"Of course we are. I haven't seen Zeus in a few days, so it'll be nice." Now Mitch really looked alarmed. "Relax, Mitchell. Just grow a pair and suck it up. He won't kill you. Fido, Hades' three headed dog may, but Zeus wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, no. I take that back. He hates flies, kills them all the time by zapping them."

I heard Mitchell gulp and I smirked. This would be entertaining.

Twenty minutes later, we finally left to go to Grandpa Zeus's. He was probably my favorite family member because he chose to like me. I'd even go as far as loving me. He loved me just the insane crazy person I am. And the fact that I was the only normal (as in in-godly) person in the family.

As we drove in Mitchell's silver Lamborghini (Yes, we had a lot of money. I chose not to flaunt it, nor did I even get that much money due to dear old mom), we passed a lot of large houses and buildings. It wasn't a long drive to where Zeus lived, but it still made Mitchell antsy. But as we drove through the city, I saw everything from statues by famous artists to homeless people. I even made Mitchell stop one time so I could give money to a homeless mother and her two children. The sight of them made my heart ache, but I have them fifty dollars so at least the could eat. The woman and her two children gave me a hug, and my heart swelled.

We finally arrived at the Trump Towers. I nodded at the front door man, Sherman. His thick glasses covered his eyes, and his suit covered every other part of his body. I knew him pretty well considering Zeus's house was yet another second home of mine.

"Hello, Miss Melanie. Here to see Mr. Williams today?" Sherman asked, his eyebrows rose. When he said Mr. Williams he was referring to my Grandpa Zeus. I mean seriously, Gods couldn't go around with lightening bullets, keep their real names, and have mortals think that they weren't some type of criminal human hybrid. They would be sent to jail, or the funny farm.

"Yes, I am." I gave a polite smile, "Oh, and this is my brother, Mitchell. I don't think he's ever been here, but he came with to see Grandfather today."

"Okay, you know the correct floor, I presume," He asked, a slight smile lighting his nerdy lips.

"Yes I do. I'll see you on the way down," I smiled at him again. Sherman was a nice guy, and he knew me well. So, it was always nice to have a chat with him when I saw Zeus.

"Well, actually, I don't know if you will. I have a date tonight." Sherman gave a sheepish smile, his cheeks a little red. He couldn't be over the age of thirty-five, with brown eyes and unruly brown hair. He was a sweet, nerdy guy. What can I say? A date for him is going to be great.

"Oh! That's great, Shur! What's her name, is she pretty?" I asked excitedly, and I saw Mitchell looking over at me weirdly.

"Her name is Ellie, and she's blonde. She works at the computer business I just started at, so we are going to get pizza tonight." His cheeks turned even redder, if that was even possible. I repressed the fact that I was going to say "Aw! That's more adorable then two doves with chocolate sauce!" Thank the Gods I didn't say that, it would have been embarrassing for both him and I.

Instead, I said this:

"That's cute. I am happy for you, and I hope you have fun."

Then I looked at Mitch. " But, I better be going, Mitch here, is looking a little jumpy. Maybe he has ants in his pants!" I slapped Mitchell on the back, and his face turned red. I laughed, and headed up stairs.

"Bye, Miss Melanie."

"Bye, Sherman!" I called as we entered the elevator. It was large and roomy, I pushed floor 89. There were too many floors in the Trump Towers, that's for sure. And the elevator ride was mostly quiet except for the annoying, mind-boggling elevator music. It came down to two choices for me.

A). Be completely normal and cover my ears from the music. That way, I don't have to pay for the destroyed system.

B). Pull a psycho move and rip out the noticeably large speakers playing that Gods awful music.

As much fun as option B was, I didn't want to have to pay for that. I stuck with option A, but my sake was well as Mitchell's. I still eyed the speakers carefully, and stuck my tongue out at them.

Mature, I know.

We finally stepped off the elevator and on to the 89th floor. I sighed smelling the familiar scent of my Grandfather. It smelled of ripe red wine and cheese. Don't ask me why, it just did.

I took a left at the corridor and came to room number deux. "Grandfather, open up, it's me, Melanie. Oh! And I have a surprise for you!"

"Melanie! My dear, do come in! But you do know I don't care much for surprises," He said lifting me up into a hug just like what he did when I was a little girl. His grey hair was trimmed, and for an old man, he had a muscled body. He was wearing work out clothes, which meant that he was in his Exercise Room. He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. Then, he looked over at Mitchell, and even though his smile did turn into a frown, the smile in his eyes disappeared. "Mitchell, is that you?"

"That's your surprise," I admitted sheepishly, then nudged Mitchell in the rib cage earning an "Oomph." I grinned in triumph.

"Hello, Grandfather." Mitchell gave him a hug, but the awkwardness in the room didn't evaporate.

"How are you, m'boy? I haven't seen you in a while, normally it's only my little Melanie." Grandpa Zeus's smile was still in place, and now, he seemed at least a little happier about me bringing his grandson to see him. It was true, Zeus knew how the rest of my family treated me, and so he wasn't to fond of my mother. Hell, they barely ever talked, and she wasn't happy that I came here. But, coming here to see family I loved, and to make mother mad, well that was all worthwhile.

You see, pissing my mother off was just another extra curricular activity of mine.

"I'm good, actually. I've wanted to see you for a while now, but, uh, mother didn't permit it. I didn't know Melanie came to see you so often." Mitchell seemed genuinely disappointed that he didn't get to see Grandpa as much as I did. Wow, that's a shocker. It's like when Dean Winchester actually went to Hell in Supernatural. I mean, seriously, why did they have to make such a yummy looking guy go to Hell? I still don't think it's fair.

"Yes, Melanie comes at least three times a week. It's rather splendid having her come to visit. I don't get to see many family members often. Well, with Hades running his business below, and Poseidon running the sea. No one is here. Artemis is Gods knows where, and Apollo, well he actually comes to visit me in the early mornings. Oh, well, why don't you just come in and I'll give you a run through." He gave a laugh and the let us in. Mitchell let out a breath of relief, and I smiled at him slightly. The first smile I gave him in three years actually.

Melanie, aren't you guilty? No smiles in three years? The devil on my shoulder smiled at me, she was a mini me; but cooler looking. She was skinnier too, and was wearing a short red dress, dark black eyeliner, and bright red pumps. A little sluttish, but cool.

Oh, hush Luci. She had a good reason not to speak to her brother, he was rude to her. The angelic me said. Gabi was dressed in a long white dress, skinnier, no make up, and a halo. They were both figments of my imagination and both were ten times prettier then myself.

Now tell me, how is that fair?

Yeah, well, he is a jackass but-

"Both of you, shut up," I mumbled, the voices stopped simultaneously. I looked over at Mitchell.

"Wow," Mitchell said as he entered the Condo.

"Wow is right. There are five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a study, Exercise Room, Den, and a Kitchen," I whispered to him as we sat on the couch. I heard Zeus in the kitchen, probably rummaging through the cabinets for some food.

"Would you two like some Fuji Water?" Zeus called.

"Sure, Grandpa!" I called back and moments later, Grandpa Zeus reappeared with two bottles of water, a glass of wine and a tray of cheese, crackers, and grapes.

"Here you guys go. Sorry it's nothing that formal, but I haven't gone shopping in a while." He smiled at both us, looking happy as a clam in the summer time. "Well, would you like a run down on the family first or a tour?"

"I think it would be best if you showed Mitchell your place first. I've been here so many times," I prodded him with a smile. With a nod of his great head, Zeus stood up and led us around the house. The first room he was showed us was the Exercise Room. It had a treadmill, plasma wall T.V, weight bench, and spin bike. The color of the room was a baby blue with large windows.

The next room that Zeus showed us was the Study. Every single wall was lined with bookcases, filled with literature. There was a large desk in the middle, and two chairs. The room was set off with a dark green. A small Mac Book Air was placed on the desk. Another, beautiful room. I snuck a peak over at Mitchell and saw that his mouth was slightly agape. Even though he was 'popular', he was still one of the biggest nerds I knew. So, basically, he was drooling over those books like a dog drooled over a ten-ton bacon ham and turkey flavored bone.

The next rooms he showed us were bedrooms. There were four to be precise. Each room was a different color; Dark Purple, Forest Green, Passion Red, and even Banana Sun Yellow (okay, so they were normal colors, I just wanted to ad-lib the fun named. Passion Red; has a nice zing to it, don't you think?). The rooms were outfitted with a matching comforter with lighter colored sheets. Then, there was a walk in closet in each. Accompanied by a desk, there was another Mac Book, and a plasma television.

Zeus was loaded like a gun. Money wise, well, ugh, if you get my drift. He's loaded.

"The Purple Room is where I stay the majority of the time. A lot of my stuff is in there," I whispered to Mitchell, and he stared back at me in surprise.

"You stay here?" Mitchell asked in surprise, his eyebrows rose slightly.

"Yes, I do. After a lot of fights I come here. Is that a problem?" I responded, a hint of anger in my voice.

"No… I just didn't know that you were so close with Grandfather." I hint of sorrow once again entered Mitchell's voice. I felt some sympathy for him; he was basically my mother's little pawn. Mitch didn't have much of a choice though. Sadly, I'm pretty sure Carol had a heart… once.

"I am. He's really the closest family I have," I muttered, hoping that Mitchell wouldn't hear.

"I do enjoy Melanie's company. She's a joy to have around. I honestly don't know why your mother abandoned her," Zeus added with a smile. I smiled right back, and gave him a hug. Mitchell had a guilty look in his eyes; he knew what she had done to me. I was never good enough for her. Oh well, too damn bad for her.

Which, in my book, was totally fine. My own mother was worse then Hades' hellhounds.

"Sometimes, I don't really know either," I heard Mitchell mutter underneath his breath. I hid a slight smile.

We all headed back into the Den, and sat down on the couch. Grandpa Zeus smiled at the both of us, and Mitchell seemed a little happier. I mean I would be two if I weren't around that damn harpy of a mother.

"So, why don't you tell Mitch here about the family," I told him, and gave Mitchell a tight squeeze. Our mother kept us pretty sheltered from the rest of the family, well, except Ares. He was her on and off fling. Which, if you hadn't guessed, was pretty weird. Firstly, he was basically our uncle. And secondly, he always looked so mad, so distraught. Then again, he was the God of War. But still.

"Okay, well, as I told you earlier, Melanie is really one of the only family I see. Hades and Poseidon are off running their businesses. Artemis, well she's off on some hunt again. Apollo, you know, her twin, I see him almost every morning. He brings me crepes from France. They are just wonderful, " I could swear that his mouth was watering when he said that. "Athena is in England running a boarding school for gifted children."

"Not to interrupt or pester you, sir, but what happened to Hera?" Mitchell asked innocently.

"Ah, my dear boy, she left me for some young thing a while ago." A shadow seemed to cover Zeus's lightening blue eyes.

"Oh, I really am sorry to hear that." Mitchell seemed to actually care for once, imagine that.

Zeus gave a loud chortle that echoed the building like thunder, "That's fine! Now, she's broke. It's not my fault. She's probably working the street corners for all I know."

"Possibly." I laughed.

"Yes, it would be a rather entertaining sight." He laughed again. Zeus is where I got my insaneness from, honest to the Gods. "Would you two like to stay the night tonight? You can see your cousin, Apollo, tomorrow morning."

"You know I would love to," I batted my eyelashes at him, and he laughed again.

"How about you, Mitchell? I won't tell your mother, Gods Honor." Zeus put his finger on the side of his nose, just like St. Nicolas. On second thought, he did sort of St. Nicolas, hm… suspicions, suspicions.

"Sure, why not?" A note of uncertainty entered Mitchell's voice, but a smile was still in place. Mitchell was just discovering the extent of what he was missing.

Well it's about time, Gabi said, crossing her arms. I rolled my arms and ignored her.

"Great," Then, Zeus's cell phone started to ring.

Wait, cell phone? Since when did old people (No Offense) have cell phones? Did they even know how to work them? Gods, it must be like a goldfish trying to memorize the Webster Dictionary. For you information, they have a memory that lasts about three seconds.

When Zeus finally returned, a grim smile came across his face. "Hades is coming to visit us."

"Bloody Hell," I mumbled.

No kidding, Both Gabi and Luci, said in unison, to my surprise.

"When?" Mitch asked alarmingly. Did I forget to mention the fact that Hades loathes Mitchell?

I guess I did.

Don't ask me why.

"To my calculations probably right about-" The doorbell rang. "Now."

"Shit," Mitch said, and turned to me. "What do I do?"

"Sit here," I suggested. "Maybe if he sees you now he won't despise you as much."

"And if he still despises me? Then what? He kills me?" He asked, and I heard Zeus open the front door.

"Zeus won't let him kill you," I mumbled half-heartedly, even though I wasn't sure if Zeus could stop his brother.

"Brother, good to see you again," Zeus said as he led Hades into the room. Now, I know what you are probably thinking. It's probably along the lines of get your brother out of there or great another cranky, old God.

Let's get one thing straight, Hades wasn't old. Okay, well he didn't look old. He was dressed in a bright red dress shirt, black tie, black pants, and black shoes. He honestly did not look a day over forty. Although he was millions of years old.

As for my brother, well, he looked like he was about to have a heart attack. His blue eyes had grown as big as saucers, and he shaking slightly.

"Melanie, my dear, it's been a while!" Hades came up to me and hugged me tightly. He smelled like cigars and cinnamon, an interesting combination if you ask me.

"Yeah, it has been a while, Uncle Hades." Okay, well, Hades wasn't technically my uncle. He was more like my great uncle, but he wanted to feel young.

"And who is this? Your boyfriend? Well, Mel, you did good," Hades said as he looked Mitchell up and down. I almost threw up. And how can our own uncle not recognize his nephew? Seriously?

"Uh, no. Um, Uncle Hades, this is Mitchell,"

"Oh! It is? Are you still bowing down to your wretched mother because if you are I might seriously have to kill you right here, on the spot," He gave a laugh and an innocent smile.

"I'm, a, trying my best not to," He said. I swear he looked like he was about to wet his pants. And let me tell you, it was hard to stifle a giggle.

"Ah, well, that's better then nothing isn't it?"

Mitch gave another nervous laugh, "Yeah."

"Anyway," Zeus interrupted. "What do we owe you this pleasant visit?"

Hades gave a devilish grin, "Oh. I'm getting married."

The three of us looked at each other and then back at Hades himself. I couldn't even help myself this time; I laughed so hard tears sprigged in my eyes.

It was well known with-in the family that Hades was a notorious playboy. He liked woman, and lots of them with that accusation. Him setting down was a joke itself.

"Is she a mortal, Hades?" Zeus asked. "Because I know as well as you do that that is completely against the LOG. Unless of course, you get it approved by the council."

LOG: Law of the Gods; Ten sets of rules all Gods and Goddesses abide to live by, otherwise they will be punished by The Court.

"No, no, of course not. She's a minor goddess, her name is Ate. She's the goddess of foolish acts," Hades said and grinned like the Joker.

"Well, no wonder," I mumbled jokingly.

"Yes, well, the wedding is at my mansion down south. It's June 27th, so it's in about two months. Oh, and you two," Hades eyed Mitch and I. "Both of you need a date. It's mandatory since the theme of the wedding is Romantic Couples Through History-"

"Romantic Couples Through History, seriously?" I asked, giggling. Hades ignored my comment.

"So that means you need a date to dress up with." Hades turned to me. "And to answer you comment, Melanie, I didn't come up with that idea. My blushing bride did."

"Yes, well you know I'll be there," Zeus said.

"As well we," I answered for Mitch, smiling at him. "Oh, but Hades?"

"Yes, dear?" He questioned.

"Don't expect me to have a date."

Hades gave a signature devilish smirk, "Oh, no. You will have a date. Whether you want one or not."

I sighed, there was no point in even arguing.

The next morning after Hades left, I had woken up to the smell breakfast food. Oranges, waffles, eggs, crêpes, I could even smell bacon.

I was basically zombified to the smell, and walked sleepily to the kitchen. I smiled at the golden-haired God sitting at the table.

"Apollo!" I ran and gave him a hug, jumping into his muscled arms.

"Melanie!" He squealed, hugging me back. I laughed at his enthusiasm; he had a tendency to act like a four year old.

"It's good to see you." I shoveled some food in my mouth. "And thanks for the food."

"Good to see you still have your unbelievable capacity of a stomach."

"I swear, if you weren't technically my cousin, I'd kiss you." I shoved another heaping forkful of food into my mouth as politely as possible.

"I know you would," He winked. I playfully shoved him and finally sat in my seat. Apollo and I had an interesting relationship. He was more like my brother then even Mitch himself. Right now, Apollo had a girlfriend and a bitchy one at that.

"I don't think Rebecca would approve though." I elbowed him, and winked right back. "You do realize she's a bitch right?"

Apollo rolled his eyes and sighed. "This again?"

"She's a bitch. The first time I met her she told me I was a mentally challenged child! But she used the "R" word! You are lucky I didn't have the hunter knife Artemis gave me for my birthday last year on me."

"So? She's hot."

"You're a jackass."

"And yet you still love me."

"You don't deserve my love," I told him, glaring. He just shrugged and smirked. I got up, and grabbed my plate of food. "Well you know what, Apollo? My cannibalistic flowers will come and eat your brains! And then I'll feed them to your pet griffin!"

"Not Lucky! He wouldn't eat me," Apollo smiled triumphantly.

"Want to bet?" I challenged. Griffins were notorious people eaters. Okay, not really. But Lucky could definitely be taught how to be bad.

"Not really…" Apollo said sheepishly.

"My point." I deadpanned. I then grabbed his hand and dragged him into the family room where Mitch and Zeus resided.

I stopped dead when I saw there was one more visited.

"Luke." I seethed, glaring.

He smirked. "Melanie, how great to see you again."

"Get the hell out of here." I turned to Zeus. "Zeu- Grandfather, can we please get this rotting pile of decaying filth out of here?"

"He is your brother's friend, is he not?" Zeus asked, and Apollo eyed me skeptically.

"That doesn't mean a thing. He's still smelling up this room," I protested, throwing my hands in the air.

"Melanie," Apollo quipped, and I whipped my head around to look at him.

"What?" I spat. Luke was here, and making my mood darken like the sun was completely wiped from this universe.

"Other room. Now." He pushed me into my purple room. I glared. He smirked knowingly.

"What?" I hissed again.

He chuckled, and a small smile lit my lips. "What is with your hostility towards him? Is this the whole, he-is-a-total-asshole-but-I-still-want-to-have-sex-with-him scenario?

I blushed and attempted a menacing glare. "Oh Gods no, Apollo! He's the barbie killing, mud throwing, purple nerf herder from my childhood! The embodiment of my nightmares!"

"Whatever you say, darling." Apollo gave me a cheeky smile, causing me to roll my eyes once again. "Oh, which reminds me what I was going to say in the first place. I had a dream about you."

"A vision?" I asked excitedly. Apollo rarely had visions about me. Although he had many visions, most of them were about people he didn't know.

He nodded.

"And…?" I inquired, biting my fingernail.

"And… what?" He asked innocently.

"What is in store for me?"

"Oh, I can't tell you."

"What? Why?!" I yelped, unintentionally jumping out of my seat on my bed.

"Because not everything in the future is set in stone."

"Stop being so cryptic with me!"

"Oh but it's fun. And that wasn't cryptic, you idiot," Apollo replied, rolling his eyes as me like I was the idiot. He was the idiot. Not me!

"I'm not idiot," I pouted. I was smart, really. "I'm in almost all AP classes."

"Then your oblivious." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Oblivious to what?" I raised an eyebrow. "And how old are you, five? Sticking your tongue out at me, really Apollo?"

"Nothing, nothing at all." He answered my first question. "And yes, I really was sticking my tongue out at you Ms. Melanie."

"You're even stupider then my pet goldfish," I mumbled. Even though, in fact, Goldy had died about four days ago. He was still a dimwitted animal nonetheless.

"That hurts, really."

I glared and stalked out of the room. "I'm going to take a shower. Don't bother me."


The shower was relaxing and unnerving, so very unlike my life at this moment. My resentment for Luke felt like it was growing more and more, and personally, I was okay with that. Plus, being able to punch Apollo is going to make me feel so much better.

I breathed in the lavender scent of my shampoo and washed my body thoroughly. I felt the scent wafer through my nostrils and into my brain, as weird as that sounds. The scent always calmed me, is was the scent of baby lotion my mother used to buy.

I had been in the shower about thirty minutes, and I became all pruny and wrinkly. I felt relaxed, and I was most certainly able to be in the same room as Luke for a brief moment of time without feeding him to the harpies.

I turned the shower off and stepped out of the shower, the cold meeting my bare, naked skin.

Just as I was about to grab the towel, the door slammed open and the criminal slammed into my causing me to fall to the floor. Butt naked.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I screeched, finally looking up to my assaulter.

"Luke." I seethed, punching the nearest part of him (his shoulder, not his face unfortunately) and shoved him off of me.

"Oh. Melanie. Hi." He didn't seemed at all concerned about the fact that he had just run into me. While I was naked.

"Give me the towel," I growled, as he dangled it in the air. I had put my hand across my chest, while using my other hand to cover my lower half with a hand towel.

The air in the room was very awkward. I honestly wanted to go hide in the corner and never come out. Going emo would be an interesting turn in events, don't you think?

"Apollo!" I yelled, giving a glare at Luke. Apollo suddenly came into the room, gave me a look up and down, looked at Luke holding the towel, laughed, and walked out. I scowled at him.

"Luke, for Gods' sake just give me the flipping towel! Or I swear I will castrate you and give them to some whore as a present," I growled. I didn't want to risk moving because of my state of nudity but once I got the towel, I swear I'm going to make Hades kill him.

"Make me."

"Very mature. Now give me the towel." I then thought of another idea to get Apollo help me. Artemis was his older sister, who could easily beat the crap out of him, all I needed to do was threaten Apollo with Artemis and bada bing bada boom I have my towel.

"What's in it for me?" He inquired, I shivered.

"Apollo! Get me my towel back or I'll call Artemis!" I hollered, smirking in triumph at Luke. Apollo appeared almost in a instant, snatched the towel from Luke and threw it at me.

"I hate you."

"I know," I grinned at the both of them. I happily slammed the door in both of their faces.

Well this was going to be an eventful day.