Hey! So I was trying to write one thing, but this was what emerged—something totally different and unexpected. Hope you like! :D
Aphrodite sighed, happy with the work she'd done. Playing matchmaker was not easy, but it paid off. Just look at Percy and Annabeth, or, as she preferred to refer to them as (much to Athena and Poseidon's discomfort) Percabeth. Another great example is Connor Stoll and his girlfriend, Cassidy. The goddess smiled at the memory of the two awkward teenagers. It was literally love at first sight. Not many couples could pull it off, but they did.
Northwood Boarding School was the best school in Kentucky. Connor Stoll didn't think he'd fit in. But, the "troubled kid" excelled fairly well—a "C" average that goes up to a "B" average around the end of each semester. He was tall and skinny, with a mass of curly hair, the color of rich brownies. He had blue eyes, but his hair usually flopped in front of his face, so you won't know the difference. He looked like an evil elf on a coffee addiction—upturned eyebrows, a sarcastic smile, and an amused glint in his eye that most teachers grew to fear. He was slightly shorter than his older brother, Travis, which was how most people told them apart. But, between the two, Connor was the more responsible one.
Cassidy was enrolled in Northwood because she was intelligent and smart. She got As and Bs and was the top of her class. She was medium height and always though she was slightly overweight and not pretty enough, which in its own way, added to her shy nature and beauty. Her light blonde hair was almost always pinned in a messy bun, perfect for impromptu reading sessions, revealing her sterling grey eyes. She was shy, but once you got to know her, she'd shed her exterior and expose her quirkiness and insanity—face it, every genius has always been slightly crazy.
They were nothing alike, Aphrodite knew from day one, but their tales were woven together by the fates. All she did was push them in the right direction. That's not to say the direction was straight—it was most definitely anything but—however, it was the direction they needed to go.
Love, after all, is a fickle friend.