A.N. Okay guys, I know it has been a while since I've updated so I apologize, but here this is! :)

Disclaimed.

"So," Ares looked around, bored, "What are we supposed to do while we're here?"

"Well there's school," Athena said happily when she saw everyone's flinches, "But since that won't start for a little bit, we could do loads of things,"

"I'm going to the shooting range," Artemis stood up and walked towards her room to get ready.

"Don't you think we should hang out together, try to leave earlier?" Hermes complained.

Artemis continued walked.

"Let it go," Hera told him.

"I'M GOING TOO!" Apollo skidded after her.

"Someone go with them," Athena said.

"Why?" Poseidon raised an eyebrow cockily at her.

"Because they both look to be about twelve at a shooting range, might not end so well Barnacle Breath," Athena snapped back.

"Zeus, go," Hera commanded.

No one moved.

"Zeus, go,"

...

"ZEUS, GO NOW!"

"Yes ma'am!" he ran towards his room.

Soon enough, the three were ready to go. Zeus wore a pair of dark blue pair of jeans, wearing a black shirt with a yellow lightning bolt down the middle.

Apollo was wearing black skinny jeans and a too-big bright yellow t-shirt. His blond hair was still in a mess from the morning.

Artemis wore jeans and a camo-t-shirt. Her hair was french braided.

They got to the shooting range and Apollo and Artemis began to have a very heated archery competition against one another.

Zeus sighed, "I've seen you do this before, why do you need to practice?"

Artemis looked behind her for a brief moment, but still got a bulls-eye, "We practice so we can get better,"

"And we're competing for prde and dignity," Apollo yelled back.

"Well, now this is interesting," Zeus leaned forward, "What are the stakes of your little competition?"

"Here, how about this," Artemis yelled back, "The loser has to have painted fingernails and toenails!"

"But you're a girl," Apollo complained, "How is that punishment?!"

"You'd be the one painting it, and I don't like nail polish,"

"It's a deal!"

Zeus leaned back and watched them shoot targets one after another.

Eventually, Apollo's bounced off of the board.

"Little sister cheated," He declared shooting her a glare.

"I'm older than you," she smirked, "Dad, back me up,"

"Yeah, Apollo," he looked at his son, "you're younger, live with it,"

"But dad!" he complained.

"Where's the nearest place that sells nail polish?" Artemis looked around.

"I know the cheapest!" Zeus declared.

"Where?" Artemis asked.

"Aphrodite's room!"

"Oh," Artemis could've sworn she'd have been smarter than that, "No matter, come on Apollo!"

She grabbed both of his hands and dragged him towards the exit.

"Daddy!" Apollo's voice squeaked.

"You're so lucky Ares didn't hear that," Artemis laughed.

Zeus chuckled and followed them.

"You're back!" Hera greeted them as they came in.

"You really should eat cereal," they heard Demeter, "If you had cereal, you wouldn't be so tiny!"

"I'm not small!" came Hades's indignant voice.

Artemis dragged Apollo through the door, "Aphrodite! I need your help with something!"

"Finally looking for a man!" she smirked, "Hmm, I need a man who..."

"You look nine," Athena told her, "No one's interested,"

"Hey!"

"Just," Artemis broke into the fight, "Come help me paint his nails,"

Aphrodite's eyes got big, "Follow me!" she squealed with delight.

Ares laughed, "What's that all about?"

"He lost a bet," Zeus looked at the door they disappeared in pointedly.

In the depths of Aphrodite's room, Artemis, Apollo and Aphrodite were surrounded my various nail polishes, glitter, closets, and hot pink.

"Can it at least be yellow?" Apollo complained, "Bright like the sun,"

"No," Artemis looked at him.

Aphrodite handed her one of his hands and a bottle of silver nailpolish.

Artemis slyly picked up a bright pink bottle too.

"Really?" Apollo loudly complained. He began pulling his hands away from the two girls.

"I'll get the restraints," Aphrodite muttered darkly.

"W-What?" Apollo shivered.

He knew why no one wanted to get their makeover done here.

A COUPLE MOMENTS LATER

"This is outrageous!" Apollo screamed in protest.

"This is more fun than I expected," Artemis smirked while painting his nails.

"Are they alright?" Poseidon looked at the door, "They're is a lot of screaming,"

Athena looked at him, "And just what did you expect?"

"Point taken,"

Apollo came out of Aphrodite's room worse for wear. His breathing was quick and his face was flushed a red color. His wrists had marks from where the girl's had grasped it.

"Come on! Man up!" Ares yelled at him.

Apollo glared then made his way over to the couch. He laid down, not realizing his was draped over Hephaestus, Hermes and Demeter.

"Let me see," Demeter took one of his wrist and looked at the nail Aphrodite had done, they were all bright pink with a silver moon, silver arrow, and many other representations of Artemis. The one Artemis had done looked worse to say, but it got the point across. It was silver with bright pink writing.

The word 'lil' took up three fingers, meaning little. Then on the fourth finger was the number 1 and then after that a heart.

It basically said 'little one' with a heart after that.

"See how much your sister cares for you?" Demeter showed Apollo.

Hephaestus and Hermes smirked/snorted.

Apollo looked incredibly annoyed, his face flushing an even brighter shade of red in either anger or embarrassment.

"Well," Ares smirked, "I'm not bored anymore,"

A.N. That's a wrap! Please review!