You know, I've always had this theory. The theory is that men don't mature. Ever.
Well, in the short time I've been here, Poseidon has proved and
re-proved my theory. He is the most childish adult I have met in my entire life. You'd think he'd be mature, considering how long he's lived. Yeah, well, think again. Every time I see him, he does something even more immature than he did before.
And every time I see him, he does something even sexier than he did before. It's only been six days, and I think I've fallen in love with him.
He says he's almost done changing my friends' memories; that he'll be done by tomorrow. This is great, considering how long I've gone without kissing him. It's mostly because I've avoided him like the plague, though.
Unfortunately, it's also bad, because of how much I'll miss him when he takes me back. His immaturity has really grown on me.
"SAAAAAALLYYYYYYYYY!!!" His very deep, yet very immature voice yelled after me as I walked down the hallways of his palace.
I turned. "Yes?"
"Spend time with me." It wasn't a request. It was an order.
I raised a questioning eyebrow. "And why would I do that?"
"Because you're leaving tomorrow, and I'll miss you." He told me.
"No." I said bluntly, turning back around and continued walking.
"Pleaaaaseeee!" He whined. Which sounded somewhat strange, due to his deep voice.
I sighed. "Fine. But only if you promise not to act like a five-year-old."
"Okay." He replied happily.
How can a guy this childish be a freakin' Greek god? I thought to myself with an inward sigh.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me along.
"Where are we going?" I asked. He was going waaaay too fast.
"To watch a movie, of course."
This weirded me out. "You have movies down here?"
"Of course." He said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have movies at an underwater castle.
He stopped in front of a very large, very heavy-looking set of double doors, pushed them open without any effort whatsoever and dragged me inside.
My jaw dropped. The room I was in was mini-movie theater!
I saw the bookshelf of tapes. I walked over to it and scanned the movies. I saw one of my favorites.
"No way! You have "back to the future"! I squealed.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. It's one of my favorites. You wanna watch it?" He asked as he closed the doors.
"Yeah!" I exclaimed.
So he sat down on one of the many couches (which, I might add, were extremely comfortable), expecting me to put it in. I rolled my eyes, and put it into the tape player.
"Jeez, Poseidon, you're so lazy." I told him. He just grinned. It started playing the credits. "Ugh, don't tell me you didn't even rewind it!" He shrugged at this. "You're hopeless." I told him, shaking my head as I hit the button that said REWIND on it.
We laughed at Marty's teenage idiocy and Doc's insanity. Towards the end, I found myself falling asleep on his shoulder. I wanted to move, but I was too tired. He looked down, smiled, and carried me into my bedroom.
The next day, I was happy to be leaving and going to see my friends again. I sat up in bed, stretched, yawned, and wiped the sleep out of my eyes.
I grabbed my clothes, which were on the bedside table, and got dressed. They were washed, which was I was happy about, because I was afraid they'd smell like saltwater if they hadn't been washed.
I slipped my feet into my flip-flops, and got left the room to go looking for Poseidon.
I couldn't seem to find him. It was like he was hiding, or something. I went into the only place I knew I could find a servant; the kitchen. I hoped that maybe the cook might know where Poseidon was.
When I stepped through the door, the cook saw me, smiled and said,
"Hello there, miss. May I help you with something?"
"Yes, actually. Do you know where Poseidon is? He's supposed to take me back today." I explained.
"Well, he hasn't come for breakfast yet, so he's probably still in bed." He told me with a smile.
"Alright, thank you." I said, annoyed that Poseidon had the nerve to stay in bed on the day he was supposed to take me back.
As I left, I heard the cook call after me, "You're welcome!"
I stormed to Poseidon's bedroom. I threw his bedroom door open. "POSEIDOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He sat up, shirtless, in only his boxers. I blushed, but quickly reattained my composure. "Huh? What? What's going on?"
"You're supposed to take me back today!" I yelled at him, frustrated.
"Oh, that's it? Why so dramatic? Can't you wait a few more hours? I'm tired, I wanna sleep right now." He said sleepily, lying back down.
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "You're a god! You can sleep anytime you want! But right now it's time for me to go back!"
He sat back up groggily. "Alright, alright... Just give me a minute to get ready."
He got out of bed. His body was so... perfect... I turned away, blushing, as he got dressed.
"Okay, ready." He said, still sleepy.
"Great, let's go." I said happily.
Then I remembered how much I'd miss him when I left. I was happy to be going back to see my friends, but I wouldn't ever see him again. It was a bittersweet feeling. I must've forgotten his ability to read the emotions of mortals, because he obviously read mine.
He looked at me, startled. "Why are you sad? It can't be that... You're gonna miss me, are you?" I blushed. "You are gonna miss me!" He said with a grin.
"No, really, it's fine, you don't ha-" His lips cut me off. I had never kissed anyone before, but I could tell that he was a good kisser. It was very strange. It seemed like my body didn't want to listen to what my brain was telling it to do. Or, rather, what not to do. Because I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waste. He bit my lip, and I gasped, startled, and started to pull back, but he pulled me back to him, and used my open mouth to his advantage by slipping his tongue inside my mouth. I melted. He pulled me closer, and I tangled my hands in his hair. It was so strange. It felt so... Right.
He pulled back, but only a tiny bit. "Stay..." he told me, and pressed his lips to mine again.
"I can't... You know that..."
"Sure you can... You could just stay here with me... Forever... I know that you want to..." He said breathily, kissing me again. "Stay..." He said again. "Please... Stay with me..." He kissed me again.
I gave in, unable to say no to him while he was kissing me. "Okay..." I whispered.
He smiled, and kissed me again. "Good." He said, kissing me once again, Only more passionately this time. He shoved his tongue in my mouth once more, and we kissed so much I thought that I would burst.
I love you, my heart screamed.