A/N: Hello! Hope you guys are enjoying the story so far! Anyway, thanks to my latest reviewers:

rrfanman: Whoa! LOVE the names, especially Hades and Dionysus! Totally going to use those!

johnnycat cutie: :) Good idea... I just might use that! Thanks so much for reading!

Iluvecandyiluvcandy: No prob! I loved Aphrodite's name anyway, and I'm planning to use a few more of yours too! :)

TheShadow207: Thank you! So happy you thought it was funny!

megameghamango: Thanks! I'm definitely going to keep posting different songs and viral videos too! :)

Okay! I don't own Call Me Maybe, YouTube, PJO, or any other of that stuff. ;) Happy reading!

Peace out,

~silentwolf111


HERMES'S POV

Oh, yes! This is going to be so awesome; I get to spy on mortals while I'm traveling! Better yet, I can post videos myself, and no one will know who I am!

I created my account on YouTube, and filled in the information.

Name: Winged Messenger

Username: MrPrankster

Gender: Other

Whoops. Better change that to "male" before people start asking questions…

I finished creating my account, and a message popped up.

FlamingHotSunGod wants to be your friend.

I clicked "yes", and proceeded to browse. I selected the "Trending Now" category and searched for a song worthwhile of my time.

Hold on, this looks interesting: "Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen".

I clicked on the video, and the song began to play.

"Hey, I just met you! And this is craaaazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!"

I scoffed. Only someone as gullible as Aphrodite would fall for something like that! Hey, wait a second…

An evil smile spread across my face as I developed a foolproof plan. Hehehe, this was going to be good!

LATER…

I flew through Olympus, with George and Martha complaining the whole way to my destination.

"Hermes, where are we going? Are we getting some tasty, juicy, yummy rats?" George slithered.

"Of course not! Why would Hermes give you rats anyway?" Martha countered.

I sighed.

"Shut it, both of you! You'll see in a minute."

We reached my destination, and I landed with a soft thump.

George and Martha gasped.

"Aphrodite's palace? But she never gets packages!" Martha said.

"Well, that's because we're not here to deliver a package!" I explained. "Just wait."

I hid behind a large rock outside Aphrodite's palace, and took my caduceus-phone out. I opened the camera, focused it on the front door, and pressed record.

"Hey, I just met you! And this is craaaazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!" I sang loudly, my voice breaking several times.

Yikes. Maybe I could get Apollo to give me singing lessons, seeing as it went so well for him.

"Any minute now," I whispered.

Sure enough, not a second later, Aphrodite burst out the door, her eyes wildly searching the front yard.

"Who's there? Who are you, mystery singer?! Come baaack! I WANT YOU! I promise, I'll call!" she screamed.

That's my cue; time to get into character! I changed forms into a blonde teenage boy, and popped out from behind the rock.

Aphrodite's jaw dropped when she saw me.

"Oh, wow! Who are you, handsome?"

I put a finger to her lips, and slipped her a piece of paper.

She looked confused.

"What's this?"

I smiled.

"Here's my number! So, will you call me? Maybe?"

Aphrodite blushed.

"Of course I'll call you, baby!"

I turned to leave, snickering the entire way back to my palace. Oh, was she in for a surprise when she tried to call!


THIRD PERSON'S POV

AT APHRODITE'S PALACE…

Aphrodite was gushing.

"Oh, that mystery boy was sooo sweet! He's probably sitting at home, staring at the phone until it rings! All right, I'll put that poor thing out of misery!" she thought.

Aphrodite took out her cell phone and dialed the number she had been given.

"It's ringing!" she squealed.

And so it was. And it kept ringing until the answering machine picked up.

"Hello, you've reached the Rejection Hotline! The person that gave you this number did not want you to have their real number. We know this

sucks, but don't be too devastated. So why were you given a Rejection Hotline number? Maybe you're just not this person's type (note this could

mean boring, dumb, annoying, arrogant or just a general weirdo). Maybe you suffer from bad breath, body odor, or a nasty combination of the two.

Maybe you just give off that creepy, overbearing, psycho stalker vibe. Maybe the idea of going out with you just seems as appealing as playing leap

frog with unicorns. Regardless of the reason, please take the hint and accept the fact that you were rejected and then get over it; and please do your

best to forget about the person who gave you this number because, trust us, they've already forgotten about you. Thanks for calling the Rejection

Hotline! Have a good rest of your day."

The phone hung up, and Aphrodite was still in shock about what had just happened.

"Psycho stalker vibe? Leap frog with unicorns? GET OVER IT?!" she roared, enraged.

Aphrodite stood up.

"Mystery singer, I am going to make your life MISERABLE! But first, I'll have to find you…"


End note: Dun dun duuuuun! So, did you like it? Hopefully you did! Thank you, and have a good rest of your day.

Peace out,

~The person who is in love with Rejection Hotline! Go to rejectionhotline . c o m , it's a REAL THING!