Chapter 3

Immortal?

MAY'S POV

It was after lunch, and Hermes hadn't left yet. He washed his face, and it was back to being flawless now. You couldn't even tell I had drawn on him except for the slight red-ish color that was where the marker had touched. This was apparently his week off and Mother had invited him to stay for a few days. That's just like my mom. As soon as she meets someone, she welcomes them into her house. Which gets us to now.

"Oh, please stay! Frank would love to hear some of the stories you have to tell, and May could use someone to jog with in the morning!" she looked around for my brother, who was in with Frank. "I know who you are, Raymond. You're Hermes. I've been able to see through the Mist for my whole life, and I know who you are."

We both looked shocked at that. But Raymond (I'm just gonna call him Raymond) quickly regained his calm expression.

"I should've known. Sorry if it's a bit touchy, but you were the girl who once dating Apollo, a thought you were carrying his child, until it died before it was born?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. And I've never seen him sense." My mother looked down.

"My brother can be a real jerk sometimes." He said. An awkward silence overcame us.

A FEW HOURS LATER

My mom got him to stay with us. And made me and him go for a run. I love my mother dearly, but I hardly even know this guy, just found out my mother was once in love with a Greek gods, found out I met a Greek god in an air port of all places, and now im stuck running with someone who could walk and still keep up with me. Three words: WHAT. THE. HECK.

It just wasn't right! He was able to walk, and keep up with me when I was jogging. Of course, he had to 'keep his cover' and was jogging along side me, sometimes pulling ahead a few feet. We stopped at the park, mainly because I needed a break. It was hard to keep up with him. So we were laying in the shade of a pine tree on a blanket that he kinda pulled out of mid air. Apparently no one noticed.

"What's it like being immortal?" I asked, just wondering if it was really as good as my childhood fantasies made it seem like. I was expecting him to say it was wonderful.

"It's terrible, in a cool kinda way. It's comforting to know that even if I were to get hurt, that I wouldn't have a chance of dying, but that also takes some of the adventure out of life. And pain when you're immortal is so much worse then mortals. When a mortal gets a paper cut, it only stings for a while. Btu when any immortal gets a paper cut, it feels like its getting burned in lava from a volcano. Getting shot, or cutting your finger when you're cutting an onion or tomato, or whatever feels like getting your finger slowly ripped from its socket, and poison being dripping into it at the same time. Of course, we're used to that pain by now. But if I remember correctly, there was a time…..oh, I don't even know how long ago it was, but when I was a 'toddler' as you mortals would've said, I remember running around and falling into a rose bush. The thorns were sharper then most, with the plant being one Persephone had been growing for whatever special reason it was, and it actually sent me to Olympus with massive bleeding.

With how I was at the time, it would've made me one of the weakest gods there would ever be if I lost too much ichor." He stated. "Then again, it was probably my own stupidity that led to that, but still, it hurt. And being immortal, you watch so many people die, or watch mortal friends having to deal with a death of someone they cared about. Im not aloud to interfere with any of my demigod children, and my past children from Ancient Greece have long sense been forgotten. Everyone was more concerned with the 'children of Zeus' or the 'unbelievable singers'. Yet care nothing for one who forgot nothing, and remembered everything, who served the Argonauts with Jason, or the thief who could change the shape of something with a simple touch.

I never have to worry about something happening to me, or anything. I get to watch history repeat itself over and over again, in a never ending pattern. Nothing new ever happens."

He seemed sad at that. As if he wanted something new to happen, something exciting. If I could help him with that, I probably would. If I knew him any better.

"I would think it would be fun." I stated.

"Ha. I wish. The only fun about it is I can get in as much trouble as I want, and always squeeze out of it, one way or another."

"I bet you couldn't do it."

"I can't. I've tried before too….well; it was more of a dare…"

"Tell me the story." I wanted to hear this one.

"Apollo had said he didn't think I could go a whole year without stealing anything, or breaking the law in any other way, or causing any trouble. I said I could. About three months later, I ended up robbing the White House and lost the dare. And then Apollo was given the pleasure of choosing what I would have to do sense I failed to complete the dare."

"What'd you have to do?"

"I had to run around the world seven hundred and fort six hundred times in really tight and uncomfortable pants and a shirt that said 'I love unicorns' on it that was a really bright pink." His face was red.

"You seem to have no problem wearing pink." I stated. It took him a few seconds to realize I was talking about his pajamas.

"Those are different! They had evil, rabid, purple, vampire bunnies on them, and swirls! And they're going to come out in blue, gray, green, and black next year! Pink was the only color they had, and they are really comfortable pajamas!" he defended himself.

"Most guys I've ever met sleep in their underwear. And the only reason I know that is because most of my friends are guys, and they all sleep on the couch, and at least three fourths of them are family." I said.

"Yes, well they have no idea how embarrassing it is when you're sleeping, and then your father or boss –in my case, both- or anyone else barges in and sees you in underwear while on a couch with the TV on and a can of either soda or nectar in your hand. And most of the time, if im caught like that, the pictures go strait to Olympus's Funniest Moments, which is normally funny, but not so funny when you're the one on there."

"Im guessing you're speaking from experience?"

"Yes. I am. It's happened so many times, that I just stopped trying to avoid it, and just wear pajamas. Which get annoying some times when I wake up in the middle of night on my week off after a party where I…uh…drank a bit too much wine and have to use the bathroom…" again, his face became a rosy color. "But that was only in the beginning. Or when Im way to tired to remember my own name."

"Wow. I don't know if I should laugh, or be disgusted."

"I'd prefer neither."

"Why?"

"Because only meanies would laugh when it ain't my fault, or be disgusted when it ain't my fault! You should feel sorry." The voice was so fake, and it was clear he was either mocking someone, or just trying to have a little fun. Either way, we both started laughing.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all…..