Hello my peeps! So I know this is like really last minute, but I went shopping with my parents today so I couldn't post it any sooner. Anyways, here it is. Please read to authors note at the bottom and REVIEW! Now read my young padawons!

"What did you do?! I don't see you for, like, five days and you cut and dye your hair?!" I practically scream when I get to her. I could she was already getting mad because people were starting to stare. "Come on." She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into hot topic, one of my favorite stores that she hates going into. Can I say strange?

"Yeah, I know you're about to chew me out, but let me explain. You know how my dad is the total 'we must look nice at all times because it might bring us opportunities'. Well, my mom tries to look nice for him, but is always, well, darker." I just nod, waiting for her to continue. "Well, my uncle, on my mom's side, is the same way, and he passed away. You remember him?"

"Nico, right?" was all I could ask, though I knew exactly who she was talking about. He and my dad were best friends for a while, the only ones in their high school group that weren't dating anyone. I'm sure that changed eventually, and of course- "Nicolaus, but yeah. Uncle Nico. Well, when he died, his wife-"

I had to interrupt her there with a lovely "Eww!" yeah, we don't like his wife. She's a control freak, and rude, and well, yeah. I'm pretty sure she's a daughter of Aphrodite and I have no idea why he married her, but oh well. "What I was saying was his wife was being a total thing about it. She was trying to make sure that my whole family went to the funeral exactly how she wanted, and she was going to put me in," she had to pause to shutter and gag, "a… fuchsia (More shuttering)… dress."

"Wow. Just… wow." I couldn't believe it. That b*&%$! First she ruins his life, and then she tries to ruin, not only his death, but his family's lives too? I nodded to her, waiting for more. "Well, my mom was too grief stricken to do anything, you know he was her only family, and my dad didn't want to do anything but make my mom feel better. So when I asked him if I could go to a salon his was response of a distracted "yeah sure. Go ahead.' I did this so the thing knew that I wasn't going to put up with her … stuff." By now she was fuming. I mean, I would be too, but wow. She was normally a very passive person, not wanting to hurt anyone.

She then did something I didn't expect; she laughed. And for some reason, I started to laugh too. I mean, here was my best friend, who isn't girly per say, but who definitely wouldn't hurt a fly, dressed up like a punk rocker chick and looking like she was ready to charge a Cyclops with no weapons but her hands. To most it would be scary, but I have pictures of us in the bathtub together.

"I… don't… know… why… oh… my… god!" She just couldn't stop. I tried to calm down, but one look at her sent me rolling again. We laughed for what was probably a good ten minutes, and somehow ended up on the ground. When I could breathe again, I looked at her, trying not to restart. She was gasping, but alive. "So why are we in here?"

"She was watching, my dad asked her if she could give me a ride, and the whole way here she was talking about all the sales Macy's was having, so I came in here while she was watching." She got up to brush herself off, her face still red. "Do you want to get anything?"

"I don't actually know. I think the new Disney shirts are cool, but they're so expensive! I do need some more earrings though." I continued through the shop, the guy at the counter glaring at us even though he had a customer. Either way she continued the conversation with "Why would you need more earrings? You only ever wear one pair! Now if you had said a matching bracelet I would understand." She had been trying to get me to wear bracelets for about eight months now. Not working out for her.

"I don't need a matching bracelet. And I do wear other pairs of earrings, just not a lot. Either way I need a purple pair to match my oh-so-lovely purple shoes, plus, a matching necklace would be so much cooler that a bracelet. Come on Saph. Keep up." That's when I it. The most perfect necklace was hanging on one of the glove racks, the chain looped around the metal bar in a huge knot. Normally I would have overlooked it because of my intense laziness, and the fact that its chain was tiny. But the charm on it, I couldn't stop staring at it.

"Excuse me?" I tried to get one of the employees' attention. It took a few minutes, but a girl with really dark black hair (and some purple streaks here and there) came up, looking like she owned the place. "Yes?" She had a really soft voice, like excessively soft. Weird, I had never seen her around here, and I come here a lot. "How much is this? I mean, I know it's in a huge knot, but… well… I was just wondering."

"I have never seen that necklace in my life." She sat there for a moment, pondering. "How about this, if you can undo that knot by 6, it's yours." It was 4:15, and I had to leave by 6:15. I got this.

I spent 15 minutes just staring at it, trying to figure out how it works. I pick up on things quickly, and growing up with a dad who was good putting together, pulling apart, inventing just about anything, figuring out, and, well, you get it, it didn't take long for me to figure out this knot. After five more minutes Sapphire found me, and continued to ask what I was doing for the twenty minutes it took me to twist, weave, and yank on the chain to undo the knot. Apparently it wasn't obvious, even after the part where she knew that I do this kind of thing all the time.

It was almost 5 by the time I was done, the longest I have ever spent in a store without actually browsing and trying things on. I picked the last knot out of the chain and immediately went to find the woman who said I could keep it, making sure that there wasn't a mistake. For ten more minutes I searched, stopping only once to look at the charm again. She wasn't there anymore. I was going to talk to the cashier, but it was still the guy that was glaring at us earlier, so, checking to make sure that wherever I was had cameras pointed at it, I left.

"Are you crazy?! You can't just leave a store with something when you haven't paid for it!" Sapphire frantically whispered to me as we headed back to the food court for some amazing smoothies (at least, that was my agenda).

Sighing, I stated my explanation, "I can if an employee says I can. One of the girls that work there said that if I undid that huge knot by six then I could keep the necklace. So, it took me an hour, but I got it. Now, you up for smoothies?"

ψ}Ω{ψ

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" I yelled walking through the door. Dropping my bag on one of the couches in the living room I went to jump onto my unmade bed. After leaving the mall I spent almost the whole way home studying the necklace. I discovered that not only was the chain tiny, it was a platinum silver, and it was stronger than most. The charm was the best part though (as per usual).

There were two delicate crescent moons, back to back, and both had a star connected at the bottom. The bottom points of the stars both were connected to a full moon, and of course, all of it was silver with the smallest trace of a seriously light blue. It was probably the most beautiful thing I had ever seen (and I've seen Aphrodite in person).

I heard the doorbell ring and went to answer, knowing that there would be food behind it (I know, I'm such a teenager). The man behind the door didn't look at all surprised that a 14 year old was answering the door; then again, I wasn't at all surprised that he was maybe 16. Before either of us could say anything my dad was behind me, "Meloni, what have I told you about answering the door? Seriously girl, one day it's not going to be what- who you expect it to be."

He stopped himself before he could say "What you expect it to be" knowing it could very well be a monster, or demigod seeking out my dad, or the gods know what else. He stopped to look up at the man, and immediately his face paled. "Apollo… sir," He stuttered out, while the god just smirked. "Hello son of Hephaestus. And… who are you?"

"Sir, um… this is my daughter, Meloni." He replied before I could even think of what to say. I was a little awestruck to be honest. I mean, how could this guy be a god? I know they can take whatever form they want, but really? He chose a sixteen year old dude with dirty blonde hair and hazel-orange eyes? Don't get me wrong, he was hot (and no, that was not meant as a pun), but of all the forms, he had to pick a pizza delivery dude? Wow.

"I see." The god broke off my mental rant, flashing a blinding smile at me before turning to my father. "I do believe we have business to discuss, oh, and here's your pizza." He handed me the pizza as my dad walked outside to join him. "Go tell your mom that dinner's here please." Was all he told me before he shut the door in my face (yeah I was still just standing there).

Luckily I didn't have to go looking for mom because she came to me. As I was walking into the living room she came in from the kitchen looking very confused. "Where's your father?" she asked.

"He's outside." I responded mechanically, trying to shake myself awake from this dazed state. "Oh, and umm. Apollo's here."

Okay so here it is. I need a cover. If I gave you a description of what Meloni looks like follow that, but if not, she has really dark brown wavy hair and dark purple-brown eyes. She is short, thin, and looks almost fragile. Oh, and she has a decent tan.

I'll try to draw the necklace and give you a pic nest week, but no promises. Thanks for reading and seriously, can you please write one teensy-weensy review? PWEASE?

This week's question: If you could choose who your parents were in the demigod world (mortals, gods, demigods, you name it), who/what would they be and why?