A/N: ~smiles sheepishly~ Uh, hi you guys. First off, I'm reallyreallyreallyreally sorry for the over a month long update, but my computer sorta fell off of my desk - how, I have no clue - and like refused to turn on. I like to think of her as an extremely stubborn toddler. Long story short, I got it fixed, but I had/have to rewrite all of my - and when I say 'all' I mean at least 10 one-shots and one almost complete story - stories. Note: That was very sad, but I'm over it. Second off, - is that a real transition? - Happy Christmas! Merry Christmas! Happy Hanakkah! Whatever you wanna call it! :P And, for those of you who actually read this author's note, involve the word 'Jack' in your review. Be creative. Haha, :D. And here's the story:

Saturday December 25, 2015

10:31

"Why would you need my help, Ms. Chase?"

"Why else would I be talking to the Goddess of Love on the day my ex-boyfriend gets married to another girl?"

"I dunno, you could want me to lend you my scarf. Well, if I could find it that is. Been missing for years. Y'know, now that I think about- Oh my gods!"

"Lady Aphro-?"

"I have a gray hair! Gray! How could - but it's not -"

"Aphrodit-?"

"It's all your fault!"

"My fault?"

"Yes, you and that Percy lover-boy Jackson."

"'Lover boy?'"

"Well, it's technically my fault. That Dare girl wouldn't have Percy thinking about her at all if I hadn't given her my clip."

"I don't really give a- Wait, you gave a mortal your hair clip?"

"Yeah, uh-huh. I just can't believe it gave me a gray hair!"

"Aphrodite-"

"I mean, seriously. A gray hair! I am the Goddess of Beauty! As in, no gray hairs. I mean, I guess I might be slightly older than most-"

"Slightly?"

"But - I'm still beautiful right?"

"Of course, Lady Aphrodite."

"Oh stop with this 'Lady' nonsense makes me feel a million years old, only Artemis and your mom like that, probably not Hera."

"Aphrodite. What does you hair clip do?"

"Gosh, you're so much like your mother; y'know, this is why she can't stay in a committed relationship..."

Oh, like you can.

"...ways, it was just a little clip that was supposed to make the wearer a little more fascinating to a certain son of Poseidon."

"Aphrodite..."

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist. Ooh, by the way: you really need to stop by Victoria's Secret sometime soon. I mean, did you see that thing you put on this morning? Ugh, Granny Panties!"

"Uh... How would you know what under-garments I put on this morning?"

"I was watching you, sweetie."

Stalker!

"It took you for-ev-er to call. I mean, I had to spend the whole morning ignoring this darling couple in France. France! The woman is a widow, I would say it was tragic if I hadn't caused it myself. Mortals are much easier to manipulate. I had to spend five whole years waiting for you and Percy to get together. Five! And then, Athena just had to give you that dream of when she kissed him. She kissed him by the way, not the other way around. And then I wait a whole 'nother four years for you to finally come to the conclusion that you're still in love with him. I mean, you really waited 'til the last minute. It's like, seriously."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Can you help me or not?"

"Of course! Meet me in thirty minutes at Central Park."

Your message has now ended, if you'd like to make another call, please insert another drachma.

Percy

10:49

Your not making the biggest mistake of your life, kept repeating itself over and over again in his head, as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true. Because, really, he was the only one who needed convincing.

He and Rachel had been dating for three-and-a-half years and been engaged for that half. Really, it seemed like the next logical step: she was ready to settle down with someone and they loved each other. But, in his mind? The flame had been lost years before after he'd completely bounced back from that harsh night in his cabin. Rachel was a nice, strong, independent woman and they really did share something between them, but Percy honestly didn't think that it was a lover's bond. More like a fondness of a little sister. Albeit he happened to make out with that little sister often, but that was besides the point.

Now, as he looked at his reflection in the expensive looking polished mirror, he wasn't sure he'd made the right decision. He wasn't that great at making anything 'logical', including steps in a relashionship.

His hair was too flat and he didn't like the feel of the gel that one of her snobby brides maids had put in his wild hair. Actually, he didn't like any of her so called 'closest friends'. Tammy, was such a big flirt that he was surprised that she wasn't flouncing around with a different guy on her arm every ten seconds. Heather constantly packed her face with make-up, making herself look quite like a nasty looking female clown; well, in Percy's opinion. Becky, was just as bad if not as equally as the other two, she was a gorgeous seductress that could have any guy groveling at her feet with a bat of her perfectly curled eyelashes. Any guy except Percy.

He ran his hands roughly through his hair, trying but not succeding to get the gel out and managing to make his hair look like it'd just gotten in a fight with a boar. Sighing heavily, he grabbed the single patch of gray and came to the conclusion - a conclusion involving that terrible horrible unforgiveable mistake he'd made that summer afternoon four years ago.

He wasn't sorry, for there was nothing to be sorry for.

The kiss truly hadn't meant anything, he was just too much of an idiot - a Seaweed Brain - to see that Annabeth was it.

And now he'd never have the chance to convince her otherwise.

He really needed something to drink.

A/N: To those of you who are confused: TLO did happen, but Rachel didn't become the Oracle, the song only changed (even though change isn't the right word) for the last chapter because it was in the past instead of the present. Gotz it?

Okokokokokokokokkokokok. I promisepromisepromise to update by the 7th at the latest.

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