Chapter 12: A New Cupid

It's Friday night. (Not Friday the week I met Paris, but the next one) Christina's still grounded. I'm staring at the computer answering Cupid questions. I've missed doing this every day but ever since I got a job this is a rare and special time for me. I feel very guilty about this whole less Cupid, more work thing.

Speaking of Cupid, I've been thinking about her future lately. I've come to the conclusion that I'll probably be too busy in college to continue being Cupid, and I'm sure Christina will feel the same way.

So I either have to shut her down or find someone to continue answering her questions. I really don't want to shut her down because, I mean, well, she's Cupid. One of the very few times I feel confident is when I answer questions as Cupid. She's such a big part of my high school experience that shutting her down would be like partially killing me. It just doesn't feel right.

Which means I need an apprentice. Someone who is younger than me, can be trained to answer these questions, and has a good amount of free time.

I know someone who is younger, a quick learner, and has at least an hour of free time most days. Even though she is one of the most popular people in her grade and throws parties every now and then she seems perfect. Well, perfect as in I have no other choices so she'll do. Now all I have to do is convince her to become Cupid.

I've got my work cut out for me.

- Page Break -

I have to inform Paris of this important matter. (Oh yeah, in case you haven't already guessed (correctly), I was talking about Paris) I'll text her and ask if I can come over. She'll most likely say yes. Wow, I feel like I've know her for forever even though I've only known her for about a week. I guess there will always be people that you meet and click with immediately.

- Text Conversation (whoop whoop!) -

T: Paris!

T: Paris!

T: r u there?

T: this is important!

T: answer!

P: I'm here. What is so important?

T: I have to tell you in private! Can I come over to tell you?

P: Sure. I'm throwing a party though.

T: text me ur address!

P: k

P: 645 Trident Ln (AN: I googled this address to make sure it's not a real address.)

T: thx bye

- Text Conversation Over (finally!) -

It makes sense that Paris is having a party. After all, she is one of the most popular girls in her grade. Unfortunately, I am socially awkward and a grade older than everyone who will be there. Just fabulous.

Well, might as well get this over with as soon as possible. After all, this is far too important to wait for.

I walk downstairs and grab my moms car keys.

"Mom! I'm going out and taking your car with me!" I shout up the stairs.

"That's great! Goodbye! Leave now!" she shouts back.

I'm finally going out like my mom's been telling me to. And I'm doing it voluntarily. Strange.

"Why do I not hear the door opening? Tris, leave right this moment or I'm going to come down there and literally kick you out the door!" Wow, I sure feel loved.

"I'm gonna miss you too!" I shout before walking out the door.

I hop into my moms car and turn it on. I do all the stuff that you're supposed to do when getting in a car. I almost start driving before I realize I forgot one major thing: Music. How on earth could I drive without that?

- One Car Ride Later -

That car ride could have gone worse. I only got lost three times. I think I'm finally learning how to use the GPS. Only took me about a year and a half. (AN: Tris turned sixteen in her sophomore year. I think I did the math right which means I probably didn't.)

I think I'm at the right house. There are a cars parked up and down the street and the house has light streaming out of it. You can also feel the vibrations from music on the ground. Yeah, I think this is it.

I walk up to the front door. Should I knock or walk right in? Is it rude to not knock? Or is it embarrassing to knock? Why do I care about this so much?

I luckily don't have to come to a conclusion because a boy who looks about my age, even though he's probably a year younger, opens the door. I smile at him.

"Thank you." I say. Well, meow like shout over the music. He smiles back.

"Your welcome M'lady!" he shouts back and bows down. I curtsy. I walk in.

Okay, I'm going to find Paris, talk to her, and then leave. First step, find Paris. I walk through at least five rooms (wow, her house is big) before finding Paris. Thank god her bright blue hair stands out. If she had plain brown hair I probably never would have found her.

I walk up to her. She's standing next to three people. One of them is the guy who opened the door for me. I tap her on the shoulder just as everyone else laughs. She turns around.

"Tris, I didn't know you were actually coming! I'm sure your mom was overjoyed?" Paris's says.

"She threatened to kick me out of the house if I didn't leave sooner." I reply bitterly. I love my mom but really? She threatened to kick me out of our house!

"That's a shame. Oh yeah! I almost forgot about you guys!" Paris says looking at the three people.

"Tris, this is Leo, Maria, and Jake. Leo is my older brother. He's in your grade." Paris says. Maria and Jake wave at me while Leo takes a bow. I curtsy in response.

"Tris, a name for a proper lady." Leo says.

"And Leo suits a gentleman quite well." I respond. Maria, Jake, and Paris are all staring at us like we're crazy.

"I met him at the door." I explain.

"C'mon Par, we both know you're crazier than me." Leo says. This elicits laughter.

We continue to talk and tell stories for a while. Maria, Jake, and Leo seem nice. Maria said her older brothers are Zeke and Uriah, which explains why she looks so much like them. She has frizzy black hair, tan skin, and dark brown eyes.

Jake is very different look wise from Maria. He looks like your stereotypical surfer boy. He has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect tan. He's at least a foot taller than me (6 2"). I think Paris likes him. Yeah, she likes him. He seems interested in her as well. They'd be such a cute couple! Wait, I need to focus on the task at hand! Shut up inner Cupid!

"Par, can I speak to you in private?" Leo looks at me funny. I wonder why? I mean, I'm only an antisocial senior in high school who showed up to a very popular juniors party. Note the sarcasm in those last few sentences.

"Sure. Bye guys, be right back!" Paris says. She then grabs my hand and pulls me to an empty room. She flops down on the couch.

"What?"

"Well, you sure sound friendly."

"Come on Tris. Just tell me already." I take a deep breath.

"I'm Cupid."

Paris just stares at me. For a long time. A very long time. Seriously, you could play the song Enchanted at least one time during this awkward pause. I love that song.

Finally, Paris decides to talk again.

"You're wasting my time Tris. Tell me what you wanted to originally." Paris says whole giving me a serious look.

"I'm telling the truth! I am Cupid! I know it doesn't seem likely, but it's true! And I'm telling you because I want you to be my apprentice!" I shout. Paris stares at me, yet again. The truth starts to sink in to her.

"You're Cupid?" she asks wearily.

"Yes."

"And you want me to be your apprentice?"

"Uh huh."

"Why?" Because killing Cupid is like killing a part of myself. It's letting go of all my high school experiences. Because Cupid is one of the very few people I've ever loved. She's my one true best friend. And she's my best friend because she's that part of me that all humans have; that part of me that isn't a real person, but I talk to it anyways. I just happened to have less people to actually function in society with than the average person so I'm closer to my inner person than most people are. And Cupids become the thing that keeps me sane. My sanity.

And, Paris, you're the last hope for my sanity.

But, of course, I can't translate all those deep emotions about a character I made up into words. So, instead, I say this:

"Because Cupid is a great thing that I feel we should make into a tradition. You can pass it on to someone else, then they pass it on, and so on." Yeah, never mind all that super deep stuff that I thought. Ah, the perks of being socially awkward.

Paris eyes me quizzically. She's takes a breath, seems to think about something (probably my offer), and shakes her body. She then looks me dead in the eye.

"You will train me, yes?"

"Of course I will. I will pass my knowledge on to you." I confirm. She closes her eyes and nods.

"Okay. I'll do it."

Sorry about the long wait with this one! If you read the chapter thing I posted probably about a week ago I deleted basically this whole chapter. Except, you know, it was very different, not completed, and twice as long. Yeah, as you can guess I was pretty ticked. But today I did hack into my sisters old minecraft account!

So the story with this minecraft account is that it wasn't really that old, but everyone forgot all the details you need to login. But I, the awesomest amateur hacker ever, went through many web pages, yahoo accounts, and passwords and eventually found the right pass word and email to get in. I'm so proud. I stood up, screamed, and fist punched the air when I got in.

QOTD: Have you ever hacked yourself (or remembered an old account) into an account?

My answer: Yeah I have.