Fourteen
"Will!" His mother yelled from the sitting room as the night air hummed with the chirping of crickets. "I'm an idiot, left a bag of groceries in the car. Be a dear, hon?"
"Kay, mom!" He yelled back and walked out into the Montana night, letting the cool air settle on his face for a minute, as he squinted at the mountains in the distance. Pulling the car door open, he realised that the vehicle needed a paint job. He decided to do it next weekend- pale blue, maybe? That was his mom's favourite colour- and grabbed the groceries, slamming the door behind him. Whirling around, he found himself face to face with a some guy.
"Hey, son!" The man grinned, showing off his perfect teeth. And sunglasses at night? Really.
"Um... Apollo?"
"Aren't you bright?" Apollo grinned, clapping his son on his shoulder.
"Have to be, son of the sun god and all that shit." He muttered shortly. Apollo noticed his tone and frowned.
"What's up, kid?"
"Nothing." Will held up the plastic pointedly. "I just have to go return these to my mother."
Apollo smiled again- Gods, how many times- "How's Amanda?"
"Doing fine without you." Will remarked tersely.
The smile slipped off. "Will, I know that you're pissed at me for never visiting."
Will laughed sardonically. "Forget visiting, dad, how about just send a paycheck, huh? Even just shitty one? Do you know how hard my mother worked just to raise the both of us when I was younger? And she never complained, never turned bitter or any of that. She worked so hard. Her parents disowned her, did you know that? Bother to find out? While you sit up in Olympus!"
Apollo looked almost contrite, "Son, I'm sorry-"
"It's my mom you should be apologising to." Will muttered as he walked towards their door. He cast one look back at Apollo with his hand on the doorknob and went back into the house without a word, leaving the God standing alone in the night.