So, I've gotten tons of ideas for story titles, but none of them fit, but I noticed you guys love the word 'moment' (Please, take note of the fact that these are in chronological order and always have something to do with the chapter before it.)

Also, chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 12= meddling

1,2, 3, 4, 5, 9, 16, 17= gods as major characters

1,2, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 18= half-bloods

19= one sided Aphrodite/mortal unknown until this chapter(unless you cheated and looked at the reviews.)*hint hint*

20=surprise ending

2, 3, 4, 8, 9, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17= any awkward moments

1, 4, 8, 9, 12, 18 =romantic moments (see what I'm talking about)

So, I actually came up with my own "These are the moments" if I don't get a good name by the time I upload chapter 20, I'm changing it from a contest to a poll. And I'll put that name amongst a few of yours that I pick as the best.

Anymonous: Are you trying to make fun of me? I blocked out that word for a reason. I'M WHITE! And Prick? Really? I think all us folk that don't take things in literal terms know why I said you can't use that word. Seriously, do you people purposely forget to log in when you feel like bashing me. I've gotten only one flamer, ever, who was still signed in when they did it. Next time, log in. Then we can have this conversation in private, because, really, this must be embarrassing for you. There is more than one definition of the word prick. I actually used the definition I meant in the rules earlier in this story too. Here's a hint, you're being one, calling me out, not knowing what you're even talking about, but talking anyway, in hopes you'll make me upset.

invisible girl: Can't PM you to tell you I want to talk to you, even if I did. You didn't give me your account. I even searched you to see if the name you gave me was it. It's not. I still don't know your profile name.

This chapter is dedicated to Xylia Ren, for creating the amazing OC whose hilarious tale will keep us laughing for the next two chapters.

"Well, now you have all the background knowledge. Now it's time for the real story. The story that starts here. My story. You've listened to my really, really, really, long retellings of everyone else's story, and all of it has worked its way up to the story you really wanted to hear. The Story of Carson Athans."

"I was walking down the street, coming back home from school, trying to figure out my French homework. That's what I was doing I swear. The paragraph we were supposed to be transcribing was confusing the living hell out of me. What? You know I have dyslexia. Quit judging me. If you couldn't tell your 6's from 9's and your b's from d's, you wouldn't be able to read or write your mother tongue fluently at the age of 15 either."

"A woman with the most enchanting, beautiful features walked down the same street as well, going a different direction. She mumbled things about there being a 'damned-dumbass named Brian trying to come between her favorite couple and how she probably wasn't going to find any cute boys in a cold, damp place like Kingston because they're all covered up and their faces are flushed.' I was instantly insulted because Ontario is pretty warm, compared to other parts of Canada. I mean, Vancouver will always be warmer, but still, it's warm."

"After staring at her for a bit, I went back to what I'd been doing moments before. Walking through the snow when my head down, trying to make sure I wasn't stepping in the sparkly parts, because I didn't want to accidentally step on Edward Cullen's face. That might hurt the so-called 'Vampire.' Just kidding, what I really was doing was playing the game I played every day when I walked home, if there was snow. I would try to step only in the parts that were already disturbed. It was a stupid game, but the walk home is extremely boring. I need something to do. Because of this, I was being stupid and wasn't looking where I was going I ran straight into the woman. She turned around."

"Mr. Athans. Please, can you tell this story in third-person omniscient again?"

"Why?"

"Because now it's confusing."

"Fine whatever. Should I start where you cut me off?"

"Yes. Please continue."

Aphrodite looked up. 'Brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, boyish features. Just what I'm looking for.' She giggled.

"You're cute."

"Um, ma'am, I'm 15. I'm a little too old for people your age to call cute." Carson said, feeling uncomfortable.

Aphrodite laughed. "Aw, you're too adorable, Carson."

"H-How do you know my name." Carson stuttered. Aphrodite giggled again. Carson started to back up slowly.

Aphrodite was furious. The first man in six whole months that she liked and he was trying to run. Damn him! She decided to sing a song, because singing randomly was her specialty. She also paid Apollo to make everyone else sing randomly. It was a funny thing to watch. Especially Percy's. He needs to learn 'to not fix something that ain't broken.'

"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?
And all the other boys, Try to chase me, But here's my number, so call me, maybe?"

Carson grimaced, urging to call her every f*cking profane name he could think of. He hated that song.

"Yo, lady. I don't know what your problem is, but I want to get home as soon as possible so I can enjoy my weekend." Carson said, pushing her roughly out of his way and moving past her, briskly.

Now Aphrodite was livid. "How dare you refuse me, Goddess of Love‽" She yelled, grabbing his shirt and vanishing with him.

Carson, who'd passed out during the forced exportation, woke up in an enclosed cell. A man with blonde wild hair and wings stood in the room. "Boy, you're lucky that my mother didn't take advantage of you in your sleep."

"Who are you?" Carson asked.

"Hedylogos, god of sweet talk at flattery. The woman who kidnapped you; Aphrodite, my mother. I help pull her chariot." Carson heard a pair of feet heading to where he was. The person revealed herself. Aphrodite.

"So, Carson. How do you feel about being my personal se—"

"Absolutely not." The teenager replied, disgusted. He wasn't stupid. He knew what she wanted. He would not give it to her. No. Matter. What.

"Aw, that's too damn bad, isn't it? Guess you'll be stuck here for awhile." Aphrodite said, sickly sweet. Carson fumed. Aphrodite laughed sinisterly.

The next day, Carson suffered a lot of trauma that shall remain unmentioned, simply to keep souls unharmed. Luckily, it was nowhere near his worst nightmare, which he also had a feeling would come true, soon. Being raped by a crazy old lady. Now that's terrifying. The next day, about as bad and uneventful as the day before. One of the other winged gods, Anteros, remarked that, "She maybe my mother and I probably shouldn't say this, but dude, if she wants the D, f*cking give it to her, bro." Carson had rolled his eyes.

By Monday morning, he was tired of fighting. He was positive if she beat him one more time, she would have him. He reached into his pocket, hoping to find a tissue. No, he wasn't crying... Why would you think that...

Anyway, what he pulled out wasn't a tissue, but his cell phone. How could he have forgotten? He opened it, glad to see he had good reception here. He called his cousin, Steven, knowing that while he didn't know his location, Steven, being really good with technology, would be able to track him. He was right. Fortunately.

Aphrodite stood next to her son, Himeros, god of lust. She was getting tired of the teenage boy. Anybody would be happy to 'give it up' to her. Why not him?

"Okay, Mother. Force isn't working for you?" Himeros said.

"No, and seduction and charmspeak didn't either. I don't know what's going on."

"Okay, then. Give him this potion. Being the god of lust I've found the perfect way to make us... irresistible." Aphrodite smiled gratefully. The humans really should give the erotes more credit. They were so deserving.

Arteros walked into the cell the young teenager was being held, holding the vial. It would taste to the boy like water. And that's what he told him it was. Anteros felt no guilt to what he was doing, and if you know your mythology, it wasn't surprising.

Aphrodite walked into the room when the boy was "seduced. She climbed onto his lap. Carson leaned his head back, smiling to himself. Suddenly, Aphrodite heard a noise, followed by yelling, snapping Carson back to reality. He pushed her roughly off his lap, and ran out of the open cell door. Aphrodite cursed in every language.

Carson turned a corner and ran into his cousin Mike and his elder half-sister Morgan. He sighed in relief.

"Dude. You said a crazy goddess kidnapped you and tried to make you—" Mike said.

"Mike." Morgan stated. "I think he already knows what she tried to make him do. Which goddess was it?"

"Aphrodite." Carson said, gritting his teeth. There was always a reason didn't like her when they discussed her in Mythology class.

"Dude, are you crazy‽ If Aphrodite wanted the—" He was cut off by Morgan yelling hey, but continued talking anyway.

"I would b—" Morgan cut him off again, the same way as before.

"ang her any day."

"HEY" Morgan said for the third time.

"What‽" Mike yelled at her, aggravated.

"Let's go. It's Aphrodite. She's going to send people after us. You know it."

On the way back home Carson turned to Mike and Morgan. "Why didn't you guys think I was crazy?"

"Because we're demigods." The two kids said at the same time. Carson's eyes about popped out of his head.

"Really?" Carson said.

"Yep. " Morgan replied. "I'm a daughter of Athena. He's the kid of Hermes." They pulled up in front of the school.

"Why are we at school?" Carson asked, confused.

"Because you've been locked up for over 2 and a half days. It's time for you to go third-hour French. " Carson sighed. Then guiltily remembered, in all the chaos, he hadn't done his French homework…

I do not own Call Me Maybe, or Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Nor do I own any of the gods used in this story. They are all real. I don't even own Carson, my narrator.