Me: It seems that I was wrong. Yay. But seriously, you have no idea the amount of homework I am slacking to write this.

I mean, it still wouldn't be getting done, seeing how my roommates and I understand none of it, and Jared refuses to answer his phone (my insanely smart bestie) so I am alone with only myself and a computer to type on.

Still. Don't expect updates. Let them be a surprise.

This is: Stripes

I suddenly feel really bad. Should I stop using the exact same characters over and over and over? Probably. So here it is,

Do you guys want to see HOO characters in this?

Cause I have a TON of ideas for them, that will probably never see the light of day, unless I decide to do yet another one-shot drabble story after this. I don't know. Maybe you adore the idea of only the original characters. Maybe you think I should be more accepting.

Anyways.

Apollo, Aphrodite

Summary preview: He just understood her.

"No. No, no, no, no. This is not acceptable, Apollo. I mean really, darling, stripes? Have you lost your fashion completely? I thought I could count on you." the love goddess chided as she looked through his closet.

"Look, it was the early 2000's and they were still in style. Now will you help me or not? I have a party to get to." Apollo snapped, half-hearted.

Aphrodite snickered. "And a poor girl to knock up, I'm sure."

Apollo gave her a semi-glare but she could tell he was secretly snickering with her. "As if you can claim otherwise. Creepily enough, you have quite a lot of children around the same age."

Aphrodite smirked. "I could say the same for you, Apollo. Your sister must be horrified."

Apollo blinked, and let a lazy grin cross his face. "No doubt. But that's okay. I think she just might be accepting it. Maybe."

Aphrodite laughed, and for one moment she could see the appeal of her favorite Olympian aside from Ares.

Apollo just got her, in things that the others couldn't. Caring, carelessness, image, freedom. He would always understand.

But love and war sound better then music and love, do they not?

Although healing and love was something to be considered, because they did go hand-in-hand after all.

But then the grin was gone and he was scowling at her.

"What. Is. That?" he demanded, see a red and black checkered vest she had absentmindedly pulled out of thin air.

Aphrodite herself was horrified at the sight of it. "I don't even think we could pull this off." she said then smirked.

"Well, with white undershirt,-"

"Light brown pants, and formal shoes-"

"In a dark brown, it would be a uniform chic." she mused, delighted at the way he knew just the right way to make it work. They grinned at each other, and for one moment, she let herself think about the adorable way he styled his hair, the blinding smile, and perfect tan he wore with no effort.

And then his phone went off, and he muttered an almost silent curse.

"Yeah? Oh, hey Amelia. Yeah, I'll be there soon. What? Yeah, okay. Sure. See ya soon, babe." he told her, and then snapped the phone shut.

Apollo gave her an apologetic smile. "So, back to my party clothes crisis..."

She sighed and got back to work, looking the perfect outfit that would break that poor girls heart when Apollo left her tonight, just like he left the others.

She felt an odd surge of sadistic glee at the thought.

Me: I love that pairing. I mean, I get the whole, Love and War thing. I do.

But Love and Healing? Love and Music? Love and Prophecy? Love and Light? God, what were the Greeks thinking, ignoring those amazing titles?

Love and Healing? It is a proven fact that you heal faster with love being focused on you.

Love and Music? Image for a second that perfect dance with the one you love.

Love and Prophecy? Aphrodite loves complications and what is better then knowing the one you love has a horrifying prophecy looming over them?

Love and Light? Must I really explain this?

So, fine Greeks. Take the cliche Love and War thing. I like Aphrodite and Apollo better (even if this was just a friendship drabble).

Next chapter: Breaking the Rules.

You know what that is, right?

CHAPTER 50! :D

Thoughts?

~ Anna/ Booklover98