Really, do you think if I owned such an amazing show e.g. Class of the Titans! that I would let it go off the air? NO! I unfortunately do not own Class of the Titans.
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Chapter One- Chill Pill
It was a day nobody would forget anytime soon. Theresa being pushed over the edge, the God's losing their powers and fulfilling their prophecy had rushed through everyone's heads countless times. But the teenagers were given some time off. Actually, they had been given a whole fortnight to themselves, with no God interactions. Not even Athena was in the Brownstone to tell them off for what they were about to do.
After everyone had finished sculling their desired drinks, all were ready for action. Herry stood by the stereo, pumping up the bass to the techno song. And the first mattress came sliding down the stairs. On top was Atlanta, standing up, actually "surfing" the mattress. It was impressive, but when Herry chucked an orange at her face, she slipped up, landing ungracefully with a thud on the timber floor. A shriek of laughter flooded down the stairs. Her purple-haired dork was surprised his little miss could not even mattress-surf. It was finally his chance to show her up at something.
A Tarzan cry, accompanied by the masculine fist-chest beating, came sounding down the stairway. Archie stood proudly, trying to achieve a flawless ride, which of course was denied. Atlanta swiftly kicked him in the back of the leg, causing him to buckle. His face mimicked a scowl, complete with furrowed eyebrows and pouted lips. Atlanta mistakenly took pity on him, offering a hand to help him up. And with this hand, he pulled her down with his body weight. The two wrestled like lions (minus the growling) until Herry intercepted, holding one above the ground in each arm.
Odie's confidence was shaken after watching the two highly coordinated warriors of their team fail at mattress sliding. He decided to buddy-up with Neil, and both lay down on their stomachs and they hurtled down the stairs.
The ever-graceful Theresa followed the boys, surfing as Atlanta and Archie had done. She managed to complete the stairs without falling over. Yet...
Jay, whom no one was expecting to join in on such fun, came rocketing down the stairs, a brilliant smile etched across his face. This was something he had always dreamed of doing with these guys, but being so stressed and labelled as the killjoy kind of did things to your confidence. He flew over the small stages of the stairs like a rocket and tore out the door with such speed. Theresa had no escape. She soon was tumbled over on Jay's mattress, tangled with her not-so-secret-crush. Theresa tried to separate the limbs, before accidently brushing her hand against Jay's rib. He laughed and put up his hands in defence.
"Terri, stop, I'm ticklish!"
Surprised and delighted at once, Theresa broke into a huge smile. "Oh, you are?" Jay didn't even have time to move, he was pinned to the ground, Theresa attacking his rib cage with her light fingers. It was inescapable. His laughter was contagious, provoking her playful giggle. Desperate to turn the tables, Jay swiftly wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed her back onto floor. She was flustered by such a swift movement and the hunkiness that she was held down by. She could practically feel the 8-pack that was his body, pressed against her. His face was marked by a seductive smirk and two huge glistening eyes. The other spectators simply rolled their eyes at such a cliché-sight and eagerly awaited Herry's ride.
He had seen the others surfing, and decided to try something a little more fun. He had stolen Archie's skateboard helmet and a tie that belonged to Odie. The tie soon covered Herry's eyesight and the helmet was securely strapped onto his head. And away he went.
Standing up, of course, Herry went plummeting down the stairs. Such an injection of adrenaline pumped through his veins, and yet he was absolutely terrified that he could crash into something.
He shot out the end in a dramatic finish, miraculously without any bumps or bruises. After taking off the helmet and "blind-fold", he bowed repeatedly to the applauding descendants, who were stunned he had survived without a scratch.
In the lounge-room, Archie and Atlanta were fighting over which movie to watch. Archie- wanted to watch the movie Troy, but Atlanta wanted to watch the movie Clash of the Titans. The other teens were out having a drink and some food whilst the two were bickering. Archie soon stopped, looked peacefully at Atlanta and genuinely smiled, "We can watch Clash of the Titans." Atlanta's jaw dropped. This was so unlike Archie. Usually the other teens would have to interfere for him to back down.
He placed the DVD into the player and called the others in. Atlanta, still in a state of slight shock shuffled back towards the couch, so she was leaning against the front of it. Arch sat right next to her, so close she could smell his peppermint toothpaste. "Why did you do it?"
"Do what 'Lanta?"
"Let me watch what I want to watch?"
"It's called being nice, bout time I was," and with that he pressed his pepperminty lips to her forehead, leaving her mesmerised and dumbfounded.
The opening credits started and the other teens joined. Theresa and Jay chose the back couch, whilst Odie, Herry and Neil sat behind Atlanta and Archie, to keep things under control.