Author's note: Avocados are a popular Greek food, or so I've been told. Maybe they're not popular, but they're Greek.
A smile shot across Timothy's face like Paulo drawing the sun across the sky. But it all took a moment for this to register in the minds of Benjamin and Andrew. Then it did.
"WHAT?!" Andrew exclaimed.
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Benjamin shouted at the same time.
"Boys, settle down!" Their father warned them. "I've debated for some time which one of you would be the God of all Gods." Benjamin noticed he looked at only Tim and Andrew when he said that. "But I started thinking; Andrew, you're the eldest of my sons, and I do love you dearly, but you've never been one to hold the spotlight well. Remember on the first day of your swimming class you got so frightened that you..."
"Dad!!" Andrew shot him a look of embarrasment and anger wrapped into one.
Timothy was obviously savoring the moment. "Dad, I'm wondering why my precious brother Benjamin wasn't chosen. Why if I were you, I would've chosen him!"
Ben looked down and away from everyone. He wanted to cry from this, but he didn't, as the case always was. All his life he had tried and tried, but he simply wasn't good enough to be ruler. If anything, Andrew should've at least got it. Fighting back the tears, he felt a hand slip into his and give it a gentle squeeze. Looking up, he saw it was Jenna. Thank all the Gods for her. She mouthed "It's okay," to him, and he smiled slight, crooked smile.
Their father didn't know quite what to say. Stuttering, he finally came up with something. "Benjamin...well, Benjamin, you're a very special young man. But sometimes you just have...shall we say...temper outbursts. I'm not sure I can entrust you with all these people. I don't want you doing anything you may regret."
Ben exploded. "But then what makes Tim so special!? What does he have that I don't?! He doesn't even work hard, and this is a job that requires commitment. I've always worked hard!"
"Benjamin, this is the type of behavior I'm talking about. You just get so mad and hold grudges. You have too much anger inside you. Tim here is a people person. He can make good judgement..."
"He can shove it up his ass for all I care. " Ben mumbled.
His father looked at him, wondering what was said, but continued, "And he had been talking to me lately about how you and Andrew have been blessed as being my oldest and youngest sons. He's in the middle, and I only think it's fair that he gets something too."
Figures. Tim had brown-nosed and manipulated Dad like he always did. "I do too, but not something like this!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH! This is final! I leave the other positions up to Timothy, and...Tim, who would you like to choose as your queen?"
He gazed at Erica lustfully. "Erica, of course!" She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tight.
That's a relief, Ben and Jenna both thought. Ben didn't want Jenna having anything to with Tim, and Jenna herself didn't want anything to do with him.
Now they could only wait and hope they got a good ruling. Ben wasn't expecting it though. His brother hated him just as much as, if not more than, Ben hated him.
As soon as their father left the room, Timothy's angelic smile changed to his typical evil grin.
"Now...what to do about you four," he said looking from Andrew to Gwendolyn to Jenna to Benjamin, and then back to Andrew again.
Erica put her arm in Tim's. "Don't you think we should have at least one of them stay up here?"
Without hesitation, Tim responded while running a hand through his dirty blonde spiked hair, "You wouldn't want ALL of them here, sweetie," he told her while glaring at Ben. "Y'know, it might throw off the balance of everything. This should be easy though, 'cuz I think I already made my decisions. "
The newly-crowned king of the gods walked in front of Andrew. "You're the most simple choice, really. I want you to be involved in something you're good at. And what are you good at?"
Andrew really had no idea what Tim was getting at, so he just took a wild stab at it. "Swimming?"
"Precisely, so that would make the God of..."
"Swimming?!" Andrew interrupted. "Yeah, that's uh... pretty gay."
"No, I was GOING to say water. You'll be the ocean god."
Andrew protested "Where am I suppose to live? A giant sand castle?"
"Yup!"
"Yeah, that's uh...pretty gay..."
"You don't sound too happy about it. Be happy, DAMMIT!!"
"Do you know what would make me happy?"
"No, Andrew, what would make you happy?"
"An avocado."
"Can't help ya, I ate the last one for breakfast."
"You ate an avocado for breakfast?! That's uh..."
"I KNOW!!! You think it's 'Pretty gay'!!!"
"I WANT AN AVOCADO!! DYAAAAAA!!!" Andrew was apparently having a panic attack or something. He was prone to them.
"Oh shut up. Stop being so manic." Timothy ignored said panic attack.
Timothy shifted his gaze to Gwendolyn. "Gwen, honey, babe, I'll give you a fun job."
"Oh, really?" She wasn't buying this for a moment.
"No, actually, I'm gonna leave that up to Erica."
Erica giggled and smiled a huge, gleaming, vacuous smile. Ben wondered how in the cosmos he could possibly be related to her.
"Well, Gwendolyn, you're a veginarian!"
"Um, that's vegitarian, sweetheart," Tim corrected his slightly air-headed object of affection.
"Whatever, like that's important! Anyway, Gwen, you'll be goddess of argoculter...acrocoture...plants. But you'll have to live amongst the mortals."
Gwen was going to comment, but decided against it. It would go right over Erica's head anyway.
Benjamin and Jenna looked at each other. They knew one was staying here on Olympus, and the other might not.
Timothy walked behind Jenna, put his hands on the top of the back of her chair, and leaned forward. "Jenna, my lovely. It'd be shame for you to leave. Which is why you're not. And to make sure that you aren't wooed by some mere mortal, I'm gonna set a law for you to follow: You are not allowed to marry. Ever. "
Jenna spun around in her chair, shocked. "Why?! I want a family more than anything!"
"Babe, you don't have to get married to have a family. Know what I'm sayin'?"
"You're demented. I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pillar."
"And I'm quite aware of that. And seeing as you won't have much time to "be" with Andrew, or Benjamin, if you so desire, I think you just may enjoy your title. From now on you shall be the Goddess of the Home and Family. Think about it: Every family shall worship you, and beg for your blessings. You will probably be among the most loved of all the Gods. After me , of course. But hey, when you're up against me, I don't really expect you to come out on top."
Jenna couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. This was almost as great to her as having her own family.
Timothy nodded to himself, reassuring he was done. "Alright, well, that finishes it! We are having a party tonight welcoming us as the new deities, so I suggest that you all get ready for that, and those of you who are leaving start packing for your departure."
Benjamin timidly raised his hand. "Excuse me, Tim? What about me?"
Tim smiled his evil smile straight at Ben. "Thank you for reminding me. You stay. I'd like to designate you your job in private."
This can't be good, thought Ben. He watched helplessly as his siblings left. He couldn't believe Jenna. She was actually HAPPY with Tim. Leave it to him to take away the important things once again. When they all left, Tim silently closed the door and stared straight at his brother.
"You honestly don't know what you're getting?"
In the very back of his head, Benjamin knew. He just didn't want to say it. He'd already gotten fucked over enough that he didn't need this in his life. And maybe if he didn't say it, it wasn't true. He shook his head though.
"No. I don't."
"Idiot. You're the God of the Underworld. I want you away from me. Forever. But the job suits you really. You're so depressed and mopey half the time, not to mention pale as anything, that you'd fit in perfectly among the dead. After all, isn't that what you always wanted? To fit in? You finally got it. Also, I recall you saying that you like to work hard. So you will. This job is different than all of ours. It's full-time. Which means you probably won't even have the time to come up here and visit, not that I'd let you. Don't worry though, there are SOME other people down there. Like the Furies, Fates, Charon, and Cerebus. Oh, and plenty of dead people for you to liven up."
"What do I do, exactly?"
"Basically, your job is to keep the dead in line and make sure no one pisses in the Styx."
"Sounds...thrilling." Ben said half-heartedly.
So what do you think of this now? Is it still confusing? I hope not, because I really enjoy writing this. ^.^
A smile shot across Timothy's face like Paulo drawing the sun across the sky. But it all took a moment for this to register in the minds of Benjamin and Andrew. Then it did.
"WHAT?!" Andrew exclaimed.
"THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Benjamin shouted at the same time.
"Boys, settle down!" Their father warned them. "I've debated for some time which one of you would be the God of all Gods." Benjamin noticed he looked at only Tim and Andrew when he said that. "But I started thinking; Andrew, you're the eldest of my sons, and I do love you dearly, but you've never been one to hold the spotlight well. Remember on the first day of your swimming class you got so frightened that you..."
"Dad!!" Andrew shot him a look of embarrasment and anger wrapped into one.
Timothy was obviously savoring the moment. "Dad, I'm wondering why my precious brother Benjamin wasn't chosen. Why if I were you, I would've chosen him!"
Ben looked down and away from everyone. He wanted to cry from this, but he didn't, as the case always was. All his life he had tried and tried, but he simply wasn't good enough to be ruler. If anything, Andrew should've at least got it. Fighting back the tears, he felt a hand slip into his and give it a gentle squeeze. Looking up, he saw it was Jenna. Thank all the Gods for her. She mouthed "It's okay," to him, and he smiled slight, crooked smile.
Their father didn't know quite what to say. Stuttering, he finally came up with something. "Benjamin...well, Benjamin, you're a very special young man. But sometimes you just have...shall we say...temper outbursts. I'm not sure I can entrust you with all these people. I don't want you doing anything you may regret."
Ben exploded. "But then what makes Tim so special!? What does he have that I don't?! He doesn't even work hard, and this is a job that requires commitment. I've always worked hard!"
"Benjamin, this is the type of behavior I'm talking about. You just get so mad and hold grudges. You have too much anger inside you. Tim here is a people person. He can make good judgement..."
"He can shove it up his ass for all I care. " Ben mumbled.
His father looked at him, wondering what was said, but continued, "And he had been talking to me lately about how you and Andrew have been blessed as being my oldest and youngest sons. He's in the middle, and I only think it's fair that he gets something too."
Figures. Tim had brown-nosed and manipulated Dad like he always did. "I do too, but not something like this!"
"THAT'S ENOUGH! This is final! I leave the other positions up to Timothy, and...Tim, who would you like to choose as your queen?"
He gazed at Erica lustfully. "Erica, of course!" She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him tight.
That's a relief, Ben and Jenna both thought. Ben didn't want Jenna having anything to with Tim, and Jenna herself didn't want anything to do with him.
Now they could only wait and hope they got a good ruling. Ben wasn't expecting it though. His brother hated him just as much as, if not more than, Ben hated him.
As soon as their father left the room, Timothy's angelic smile changed to his typical evil grin.
"Now...what to do about you four," he said looking from Andrew to Gwendolyn to Jenna to Benjamin, and then back to Andrew again.
Erica put her arm in Tim's. "Don't you think we should have at least one of them stay up here?"
Without hesitation, Tim responded while running a hand through his dirty blonde spiked hair, "You wouldn't want ALL of them here, sweetie," he told her while glaring at Ben. "Y'know, it might throw off the balance of everything. This should be easy though, 'cuz I think I already made my decisions. "
The newly-crowned king of the gods walked in front of Andrew. "You're the most simple choice, really. I want you to be involved in something you're good at. And what are you good at?"
Andrew really had no idea what Tim was getting at, so he just took a wild stab at it. "Swimming?"
"Precisely, so that would make the God of..."
"Swimming?!" Andrew interrupted. "Yeah, that's uh... pretty gay."
"No, I was GOING to say water. You'll be the ocean god."
Andrew protested "Where am I suppose to live? A giant sand castle?"
"Yup!"
"Yeah, that's uh...pretty gay..."
"You don't sound too happy about it. Be happy, DAMMIT!!"
"Do you know what would make me happy?"
"No, Andrew, what would make you happy?"
"An avocado."
"Can't help ya, I ate the last one for breakfast."
"You ate an avocado for breakfast?! That's uh..."
"I KNOW!!! You think it's 'Pretty gay'!!!"
"I WANT AN AVOCADO!! DYAAAAAA!!!" Andrew was apparently having a panic attack or something. He was prone to them.
"Oh shut up. Stop being so manic." Timothy ignored said panic attack.
Timothy shifted his gaze to Gwendolyn. "Gwen, honey, babe, I'll give you a fun job."
"Oh, really?" She wasn't buying this for a moment.
"No, actually, I'm gonna leave that up to Erica."
Erica giggled and smiled a huge, gleaming, vacuous smile. Ben wondered how in the cosmos he could possibly be related to her.
"Well, Gwendolyn, you're a veginarian!"
"Um, that's vegitarian, sweetheart," Tim corrected his slightly air-headed object of affection.
"Whatever, like that's important! Anyway, Gwen, you'll be goddess of argoculter...acrocoture...plants. But you'll have to live amongst the mortals."
Gwen was going to comment, but decided against it. It would go right over Erica's head anyway.
Benjamin and Jenna looked at each other. They knew one was staying here on Olympus, and the other might not.
Timothy walked behind Jenna, put his hands on the top of the back of her chair, and leaned forward. "Jenna, my lovely. It'd be shame for you to leave. Which is why you're not. And to make sure that you aren't wooed by some mere mortal, I'm gonna set a law for you to follow: You are not allowed to marry. Ever. "
Jenna spun around in her chair, shocked. "Why?! I want a family more than anything!"
"Babe, you don't have to get married to have a family. Know what I'm sayin'?"
"You're demented. I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pillar."
"And I'm quite aware of that. And seeing as you won't have much time to "be" with Andrew, or Benjamin, if you so desire, I think you just may enjoy your title. From now on you shall be the Goddess of the Home and Family. Think about it: Every family shall worship you, and beg for your blessings. You will probably be among the most loved of all the Gods. After me , of course. But hey, when you're up against me, I don't really expect you to come out on top."
Jenna couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised. This was almost as great to her as having her own family.
Timothy nodded to himself, reassuring he was done. "Alright, well, that finishes it! We are having a party tonight welcoming us as the new deities, so I suggest that you all get ready for that, and those of you who are leaving start packing for your departure."
Benjamin timidly raised his hand. "Excuse me, Tim? What about me?"
Tim smiled his evil smile straight at Ben. "Thank you for reminding me. You stay. I'd like to designate you your job in private."
This can't be good, thought Ben. He watched helplessly as his siblings left. He couldn't believe Jenna. She was actually HAPPY with Tim. Leave it to him to take away the important things once again. When they all left, Tim silently closed the door and stared straight at his brother.
"You honestly don't know what you're getting?"
In the very back of his head, Benjamin knew. He just didn't want to say it. He'd already gotten fucked over enough that he didn't need this in his life. And maybe if he didn't say it, it wasn't true. He shook his head though.
"No. I don't."
"Idiot. You're the God of the Underworld. I want you away from me. Forever. But the job suits you really. You're so depressed and mopey half the time, not to mention pale as anything, that you'd fit in perfectly among the dead. After all, isn't that what you always wanted? To fit in? You finally got it. Also, I recall you saying that you like to work hard. So you will. This job is different than all of ours. It's full-time. Which means you probably won't even have the time to come up here and visit, not that I'd let you. Don't worry though, there are SOME other people down there. Like the Furies, Fates, Charon, and Cerebus. Oh, and plenty of dead people for you to liven up."
"What do I do, exactly?"
"Basically, your job is to keep the dead in line and make sure no one pisses in the Styx."
"Sounds...thrilling." Ben said half-heartedly.
So what do you think of this now? Is it still confusing? I hope not, because I really enjoy writing this. ^.^