Hey everyone! Shout-out to fairytail5evaJCL because she's sitting next to me right now. She's reading Mark of Athena so… I hope she catches up on Heroes of Olympus soon!

Just a reminder, the winning words were piffle, omnishambles and serendipity.

The Adventures of a Lovesick Idiot: A Cinderella Story

Calypso gritted her teeth. You'd probably grit your teeth too if you were in her situation. She had left her island and forgotten to take her cat with her. Coincidentally, the cat was named Percy. Okay, fine, it wasn't just a coincidence. She just wanted Leo to feel regretful, maybe even jealous.

In the great hurry to leave, she had forgotten to call for Percy. It was official. This was the second to worst day of her life (the worst of course, being the day she was sentenced to Ogygia). Uh… was there any cat food left in her bowl?

Calypso remembered her reason for ignoring Leo for a couple of days. He didn't get the relationship between the two of them. Personally, she didn't either. Did that make her a hypocrite? She hoped not.
She had actually wanted Leo to tell her. She wasn't sure what was going on so she wanted, no NEEDED Leo to know. Being an immortal goddess could be very frustrating sometimes.

She plaited her hair into a side braid and then realised that she didn't have a hair tie. Life totally sucked.
'Could be worse,' she thought. 'I could be rotting away with Father in Tartarus.'
Compared to death, being stuck in South America seemed like a luxury.

"That's just piffle!" Frank cried. "It's ridiculous! It's nonsense! It simply cannot be-"

"Frank? Have you been reading the thesaurus again?" Hazel asked.

Frank blushed lightly and Hazel drew him into a huge hug. After all, it wasn't every day a child of Mars read a book, let alone a dictionary! She was so proud of him. This was such a fortunate stroke of serendipity!

But Frank was right. The situation was piffle, ridiculous and nonsense.
Not only was Coach Hedge cooking, but he also wanted the teen demigods to sample his "cuisine" and assess his culinary "skills". The quotation marks were necessary.

He had made ham, cheese and tomato quiche. Only without the ham but everyone knows that satyrs are vegetarians! So he had actually made a cheese and tomato quiche. That sounds alright, right? But wait, there's more.

The eggs were there but Coach Hedge had overestimated the stomach capacities of little "cupcakes". Not only did he expect everyone to eat the eggs, he didn't throw away the eggshells. He threw entire eggs into the blender to mix.
Nor did Coach peel the onions.

Additionally he didn't really understand what a pinch meant. Google said that that making pastry with a pinch of salt would be optimal. He asked the magical plates for a pinch of salt and approximately ten grains appeared. He scrutinised it and decided that it wasn't enough.

"You call this pathetic amount a pinch?!" Coach Hedge bellowed upwards to no one in particular (probably the gods). "I demand this plate to be filled an entire mountain of salt!"

The result of course, was not very pretty. In fact, it wasn't pretty at all! No, the ship did not get flooded by salt. Something even worse happened. How is that possible, you ask? Coach Hedge asked for a mountain of salt. A small but solid structure of salt appeared on the plate. It was so heavy that the plate cracked and fell to the floor.

Damn!

And he expected the six young demigods to eat his 'wondrous creation'.
Life was hell…

"Please! Please, please, pretty please with Zera on top!" the nagging voice… nagged.

"No matter how many times you ask me, I simply cannot agree," the fatherly voice sighed. "And what's Zera anyway?"

Aphrodite folded her arms in annoyance at the Ruler of Gods.
"Zera? That's you! Well, you and Hera that is…"

Zeus wrinkled his nose in thought. 'Zera,' he mouthed silently. Then, 'Heus.'
He shuddered at the sound of the second option.

"Why do you think I call it Zera? Heus just sounds weird!" she said defiantly.
"And besides, why not? It's a perfectly reasonable request for the sake of Operation Caleo…"

"Aphrodite, you cannot simply teleport Calypso to Leo just for the sake of love! We gods and goddesses simply aren't allowed to interfere with mere humans! It's forbidden. You being the goddess of love should know that…" Zeus replied.

"Fine!" Aphrodite yelled folding her arms. "I hate you, you poop-head!"

She stormed out of the throne room. It wasn't fair. Jasper was together on the ship and so was Frazel. Even Percabeth was together in Tartarus! So why couldn't Operation Caleo just be a nice and simple Cinderella story? Aphrodite scoffed elegantly (don't ask me how that works).
'Although love was very wayward and often created omnishambles, it always created happy endings. And if there's no happy ending, well, at least it would make a wonderful novel. And then people can make a horrible movie based on the book!'

After thinking about it, Aphrodite concluded, 'Maybe they don't have to end up together… The story of the two would be entertainment enough…

So how was that everyone? I know that I made Aphrodite sound really mean and terrible but that's the kind of attitude that I got from her. To Blackberry's question about my views on Perico my answer is: I don't really ship them… And I am Christian so I don't encourage it. I used to think PJO was for kids… Guess not.
Anyway, remember to review and check out my other fanfic!
I'm also planning to end this story and write a sequel soon about Leo introducing Calypso to all the things she missed out on when she was stranded on Ogygia but I also have an idea for a new fanfic about a happy "demigod" (Who's actually not a demigod cos she's half naiad/nymph). So please tell me via reviews whether to write a sequel or start anew.

BRING ON THE FLAMES, COS UNCLE LEO'S HERE!