"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!" I screamed as soon as I woke up. You'd scream, too, if you woke up in a bed you'd never seen before and there were fish swimming outside the window.
The super-hott-trident-carrying kidnapper from yesterday came in, looking extremely worried. "What?! What's wrong?!"
I took one look at him, and screamed again.
"Okay, I get it, something's wrong. Now tell me what it is!" He demanded, a frustrated-and almost hurt, though I had no idea what for- look on his face.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Hmm, I don't know, maybe I'm in a bed I've never seen before, the walls are made of coral, and there's fish swimming outside the window! That might have something to do with it! And don't even get me started on the getting kidnapped and knocked out!" I exclaimed, still freaked out by not being in a place I recognized and the fish swimming outside.
He sighed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yeah... Sorry about that..."
"You told me you'd explain everything tomorrow. Well, it's tomorrow. Explain." I demanded.
He sighed again, and then started. "You're not going to believe me. Well, you might, considering you noticed the fish. But anyway. Ok. I'm Poseidon."
I snickered. "As in the Greek god? Yeah, and I'm half-robot, and I'm totally bent on taking over the Earth. Fear me. I'd like a real explanation to the fish swimming outside the window, please. Also, how come the water they're swimming in hasn't flooded in here? And why you kidnapped me and knocked me out. And the trident. That'd be nice, too."
"Okay, then. I guess I didn't go elaborate enough. I'm Poseidon, and this is my palace. There are fish swimming outside because my palace is underwater. I knocked you out so that you wouldn't freak out when I carried you under the water. The water hasn't flooded in here because I don't want it to." He explained, totally straight-faced.
I cracked up."Wow, I can't believe you can say shit like that with a completely straight face. I couldn't do it." I said in between laughs.
"No, I'm serious. You want proof?"
"Okay. Give me proof, -Powerful-Ruler-Of-The-Ocean." I said, still giggling.
He smirked. "Yes, quite accurate, actually. Considering I am the all-powerful ruler of the ocean. Well, all of them, not just this one. As for your proof..." Then, he did something amazing. Something completely impossible. He did a little jerk with his head, and water came rushing in towards us through the windows. I squealed, but it didn't even touch us. It soaked everything else, but neither of us got even a drop on us.
"Yes, that was amazing. I must still be having that bizarre dream where I can breathe underwater. Pinch me, please. Then I'll wake up. I'm tired of this dream." I said, weirded out by his water stunt.
He did. Pinch me, I mean. And it hurt. "Still think you're dreaming?" He asked, grinning.
Damn, he has the nicest smile I've ever seen. If he really is a Greek god, I can see why. He sure is hott. I thought to myself. "No, I believe you... I think... As for the Greek god thing, I think you might actually be one..." I said, eyeing his shirtless chest. You should've seen his abs.
He smirked again, and said, "Glad somebody finds me attractive."
I blushed profusely. "What? I never said anything about you being attractive."
"No, but you were thinking it. Not to mention how you very thoroughly examined my chest." He said, his smirk getting bigger as my blush got darker.
"I didn't do either of those things! Besides, to know what I'm thinking means you'd have to be able to read minds!" I exclaimed. "Gods can't read minds, can they...?"
"No, we can't read minds. But we can sense what mortals are feeling. For example, right now, you're feeling embarrassed. My guess would be that you're embarrassed about me finding out about your attraction to me. Don't feel bad, though. I've never met a woman who wasn't attracted to me. Unless, you know, they play for the other team." He explained.
I blushed again. "Conceited much?"
He smiled innocently. "If I am, then it is rightly so, don't you think?"
I rolled my eyes. "No, I don't!" But inwardly I thought, Yep! It makes sense that you're conceited! If I was a guy who looked that good, I'd be conceited, too!
He grinned. "We can also tell when mortals are lying. And that's a lie so obvious I'd be able to tell even if I wasn't a god."
"Okay, so maybe I am a little attractted to you. But it's your body that's hott, not your personality." I said, my face beet red.
He continued grinning. "It's ok. You can admit that you like my personality. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I like yours, too."
I glared at him. "You better not try to seduce me. 'Cause it won't work. I've read my share of Greek mythology -well, apparently, it isn't a myth-, and I know that the Greek gods are whores. Or, in your case, manwhores."
"We are not! Just 'cause we have more than one sex partner doesn't make us manwhores!" He exclaimed.
"Dude. You and your little godly friends have had, like, five billion. Each. And you've gotten a ton of them pregnant."
"So? What's the problem with that?" He asked, obviously confused.
I looked away, disgusted. "You have no morals."
"That's not true at all!" He said, looking slightly hurt.
I jerked my head back at him. "Yeah, it is! I also read that you raped women! That is the most sick and disgusting thing a man can do!"
"I was young then! I was the equivalent to a mortal male teenager!" He exlaimed.
"It doesn't matter what your age is! It doesn't matter how long ago it was! It matters that you did it!" I told him.
He sighed, exasperated. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't bring you here to argue with you. I brought you here t-"
"Then why did you bring me here?" I snapped.
"Just don't tell anyone about the Greek gods, okay? They'll freak out and put you in an asylum. And if you do manage to convince someone, they'll try to find out about us, and they might actually find something. They could really screw things up." He told me.
"Yeah, whatever. Can you take me home now?"
"Well, not exactly... I can't just take you home, you know. It doesn't work that way. I mean, I have to adapt the memories of everyone you know so they won't wonder where you went." He explained.
"Adapt? What do you mean?" I asked skeptically.
"I mean that I have to make them think a certain thing happened, when it really didn't. That way, they won't wonder where you went. But it takes awhile to adapt memories." He explained.
"How long does it take, exactly?" I asked him, worried that I'd have to stay with him longer than I could handle.
"Oh, not that long. A week, maybe? Yeah, about a week." He said with a wave of his hand.
"Shit, that's way too long." I mumbled to myself.
"Huh? Why is that too long? that's hardly any time at all!"
"You wouldn't understand." I said flatly.
"Okay..." He said, one eyebrow raised.
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I don't wanna lose my first kiss to this guy! And I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself from kissing him if I have to stay under the same roof as him for more than a day! I thought, frantically trying to figure out a solution the very serious problem.
He grinned at me again. "Someone's worried."
"Why would I be worried?" I demanded.
He shrugged. "Maybe 'cause you won't be able to be around me a week without pouncing on me. I dunno."
I glared at him. He hit it right on the nail. "I hate you."
He smiled innocently. "We're gonna get along great!"