All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)
Stamp of Approval:
Eros was in unfamiliar territory... He was at his desk; working.
The sculpted God had the system fool proof. There were just too many requests. If he were honest, he could have handled all requests on site personally, but it would have been a 24 hour a day event. Gone were the days where he physically had to shoot a person with an arrow. Instead, the prayers he receives are translated into paper form and one of four stamps, all immersed in his magic with a small arrow tip that pierces the paper, just need be applied.
There were two forms of 'No'. A grey version that would let the person down easy, downgrading the prayer to a fleeting thought and the other was a solid black which provided the person with a harsh negative response, typically in public to push the point across, and usually only necessary for the overly infatuated. There was a pink 'Yes' that was reserved for people who worried about loved ones, generally parents for their children, and it offered the equivalent of a long lasting comforting embrace. Lastly, there was a red 'Yes' that when used, provided the person to have an unbreakable, irresistible, telepathic love bond with someone else, linking two people together for life while creating devotion to one another. Due to the potency, it was to be used only when the same two people prayed for each other. If used only on one individual, whoever asked for the prayer would simply get a slave devoted to them through their love; not a relationship; everything a God of Love hates. To all other matters, the humans were on their own. It was so easy, anyone could do it; even a human. His current assistant, Francesca, was a capable and beautiful woman plucked from Scafati, Italy. She was also missing.
"I swear; whichever God borrowed my assistant for the day is going to pay," Eros grumbled as he stamped a grey 'no' on a sheet of paper before flipping to the next page. "It's been ages."
Eros wouldn't do anything to the Gods directly. After the Love Debacle of the year 117 when he pierced every God on Mt. Olympus with love arrows out of spite, which took three weeks to get everyone to separate from the orgy and begin functioning again; he was forbidden from using his arrows on the Gods. But the God's assistants? They were fair game. Whichever God decided to mess with Francesca, there will be repercussions.
"Except for Zeus, I suppose," Eros shook his head in irritation. 'Zeus doesn't have assistants because all he does is throw lightning bolts to wherever he wants a storm. But seriously, couldn't he use his left arm once in a while? His right arm has muscles on top of muscles fortified by steel on steroids while his left looks like it belongs to ninety year old woman.'
"Ah, Seth Partridge and Samantha Rose," a smile etched Eros' lips. It was his favorite part of the job when two hearts want each other... The rarity nowadays is one of the main reasons he prefers leaving everything to an assistant now. He grabbed the red love stamp and firmly applied it to the parchment for Seth Partridge. He then located Samantha Rose's paper from the stack and stamped his red mark.
"Adam Ratliff? Again?" Eros's eyes went wide at the name. It wasn't what it appeared to be. Adam wasn't looking for love himself, he was truly hoping for the relationship of his parents to survive; an absolute rarity for an eighteen year old in High School. He had heard his Dad hit his Mother, again. The problem was that Brandy and Edwin weren't fighting. A pair of red stamps themselves, they love each other too much. They were having sex; and it wasn't their fault that Brandy goes nuts when her husband spanks her.
Eros went to set the Red stamp down when his chamber door opened, "Francesca!" She stumbled into the room, clothes tattered. Eros rapidly stamped the sheet for Adam Ratliff four times, just to ease his tension, before racing to his assistant. He held her up as he guided her to a couch. "Who did this to you?"
"Dionysus," Francesca mumbled before passing out.
"At least it wasn't Athena or Zeus," Eros sighed. Zeus because he wouldn't be able to get him back and Athena because he really didn't want to get into a chess match using each others assistants as pieces. It would be easy to get back at the God of Wine, Parties, and Madness. His assistants are going to be so preoccupied with sex, they won't bring him a single drop of alcohol. "Rest easy, Francesca."
Eros went back to his desk and flipped Adam's paper to the completed stack, not noticing that the four stamp marks were red instead of pink.
*
The alarm began to sound. Adam's hand slinked out from underneath the evergreen comforter and swiped at the nuisance and then swiped at it again, finally silencing the offending annoyance. He didn't sleep well. He just couldn't get the smacks and grunts that he heard out of his head. Together, they always seemed overly, and sometimes embarrassingly affectionate and very much in love but at night... He wiped the sleep from his eyes before running a hand through his black hair. He didn't want to get out of bed, but knew his best friend's Dad would be at his house to give him a ride shortly and that man did not like waiting. He slid on his glasses and forced himself to trudge to the bathroom.
The first time Adam woke up to an empty house, it felt odd; but after three years, it became his personal sanctuary. His parents both needed to get to work early, each needing to leave at five in the morning to ensure they would both be on time; but they were always there during the evening for whatever he needed with the lone exception being their Date Night Friday's. In this time, he allowed his mind to wander between the rest of his senior year and whether he'd even have the grades to go to college, to his lack of a love life, to his next skirmish in Call of Duty, to how he can stay invisible to the cool clique. During the first week of school, he had accidentally tripped, causing him to spill soda on the platinum blonde cheerleader, Kelly Hill and the princess of Hilldale High, Serena Fisher with his spaghetti landing on the virtual male model and resident jerk, Liam Daniels. After that, life at school became a game of hide and seek. But today was different; today's thoughts were only about his parents.
Adam followed his morning ritual; a shower, a brushing of his teeth, a shave, getting dressed in a grey t shirt followed by a navy blue hoodie and a pair of jeans, before heading downstairs and unlocking the front door. He went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with Apple Jacks before adding a splash of milk. Just as he dipped his spoon into his bowl, there was a knocking on his front door before it swung open and his best friend, Nolan walked in, "Hey, Adam."
"You're early, Nolan," Adam spoke with his mouth full.
"Sorry, Man," Nolan shook his head. "My Dad had to go to New York on business, so for today, tomorrow, and Friday..."
Adam's attention was pulled to the car horn that sounded. He looked past his friend to see Nolan's sister in her car. "Hannah, huh?" Adam gave a slight chuckle. He didn't have a problem with the naturally curly locked brunette college sophomore; she was always nice to him. But the two siblings did tend to spend the little time they were in the same proximity of each other in irritation.
"And she's in a hurry." Nolan then noticed his friends haggard look.
"Be out in a minute." Adam turned to go put his dish in the sink when the car horn sounded again.
Nolan then shut the door to the home of his friend despite getting ready to leave, more to annoy his sister, "You all right?"
"I'm just tired," Adam threw his backpack over his shoulder.
"You must be worried we won't be able to repeat what we did last night," Nolan wrapped his arm around his friends shoulder as they walked to the white Jetta. "We kicked some serious ass."
"That we did," Adam opened the back passenger side door.
Hannah rolled down the window, "C'mon, Crotch Stain, I'm going to be late!"
"Shut up," Nolan sat in the passenger seat. "You're the reason God invented the middle finger."
Hannah slapped Nolan in the arm, "I swear, you must've been born on the highway because that's where most accidents happen." She put the car in reverse with a huff and glanced in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Adam. He didn't seem right, but she was too pissed at Nolan for it to register.
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