Finally, school is over. I think I'm getting nauseous of the colors: red, pink and white. *shiver* I waved my friends goodbye and headed home. I need to burn off those calories from Janice's chocolates. I planned to cross a park, so I can meet Drew at my house.

Suddenly something zipped in front of me. I gasped, one second earlier and I would be having surgery to take what ever that was. I looked at where it should have landed. Oh god, the thing landed on some guy's back. I looked closer and it looked like an arrow. Amazingly, he didn't notice because he was too busy making out with his girlfriend. Ugh, get a room.

Then I saw another arrow hit some girl who was talking to some guy. But she didn't notice it either. Instead she slapped his face and walked away. The guy ran after her saying, "But I still love you!" The guy had an arrow on his back, too.

What is this? Are they acting out some scene? But it's probably nothing, it's Valentine's Day. All couples act like this. I saw another arrow hit another couple. I looked at the direction where it came from, and I was speechless.

He was around my age, but I never saw him around before. He has light blond hair and deep blue eyes. He has a short hairstyle only a bit longer at the front. And cuter. He was wearing a Greek tunic that came above the knees and is supported my one strap that hung over his shoulder. The tunic itself showed that he had, abs. He had knee high gladiator boots.And was armed with a golden longbow and a quiver filled with arrows. If it were up to me, he was dressing up as Cupid.

Normally I would continue walking, never having a second though of this weird but cute guy. But there was one thing that really caught my attention. Something that no one in the street of Los Angeles doesn't even bother to just glance at. He has wings.

I walked over to me, amazed at his beautiful white wings. I want to ask him where he bought such realistic wings. I can use it for Halloween. Then I thought that if I asked him, where he got those wings. He would reply, Red Bull gave me wings. 

He was calmly sitting on the bench, looking pretty bored. Then he noticed something and got what looked like a golden arrow.

He was trying to set it up when I asked him, "So where did you get those wings?"

He was startled by me and accidentally had the arrow pierce his hand.

"Oh crap," he muttered to himself. "What am I going to do?"

"Are you okay?" I asked.

In reflex he pulled out a gray arrow and shot me. Thanks to dodge ball skills, I dodged the arrow just in time. Though it grazed my arm. When it hit me I felt a wave of annoyance and anger at me.

"Why the hell did you do that for?" I exclaimed.

He looked at me weirdly, then quickly looked away. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Sorry isn't going to cut it. I could have died!"

He started to laugh. "Die? Why will you die?"

"Oh I don't know," I said rolling my eyes. "This razor sharp arrow almost went through me, I'm kind of traumatized right now."

"My arrows? What are you talking about? They're harmless."

"Oh, I'm sorry to offend you Green Arrow."

"I'm not Green Arrow, as you can see." He motioned to himself. "I don't have a hint of green on me."

"Okay then, who are you?"

"I'm Cupid," he said proudly.

I couldn't help it and burst out laughing. "You, you think you're Cupid."

"I don't think I'm Cupid."

"Oh?"

"I know I'm Cupid."

I started to laugh again and had to take a seat on the bench next to him. "Okay seriously, drop the act."

"I am serious, I'm Cupid."

"Don't worry, if it's a bet you can stop now."

"It's not a bet. I really am Cupid."

"Yeah, and I'm the Tooth Fairy."

"Stop joking around, everyone knows the Tooth Fairy isn't real."

I burst out laughing again.

He sighed. "Be like that, then."

"Okay I'm sorry, if you think you're Cupid. You can be Cupid."

He groaned. "I really am Cupid."

"Okay then, show me."

His face lightened up. "I'll be more than delighted to."

He stood up and grabbed my waist.

I stared at him blankly. "Uh, I barely even know you."

"Just hold on tight," he whispered in my ear.

Automatically I put my arms around his neck. I watch in awe as he spread out his very real wings. I closed my eyes as we were shot up in the air.

"You know, it's not very fun if you keep your eyes closed like that."

I slowly opened my eyes and gasped. I was in the sky, we were hovering in the air. I glanced down, Los Angeles was right below us.

"This is beautiful."

He laughed, "Have I proved to you that I'm Cupid?"

I smiled. "Yes, you're Cupid, Cupid."

He shook his head. "Cupid is really jut a title, My name's Erik."

"Okay Erik, can you set me down now?"

"Of course, uh..."

"You lift a girl off her feet and you don't even know her name?"

"You willingly come with a stranger who says he's Cupid?"

"Touche."

"Thank you."

"I'm Juliette, Juliette Rivers."

He frowned at the name Rivers.

"Is something the matter?"

"Sorry, no it's nothing. I should set you down now."

"Yeah, that would be great."

Soon my feet touched the ground. My legs wobbled a little, so I sat down on the bench. "So as Cupid, what do you do?"

He shrugged. "I'm the God of Love. I make people fall in love, fall out of love, stuff like that."

"That sounds so cruel. Why do you do it?"

"Don't get me wrong," he protested. "It's not like I'm bored and some sadist who does it for the fun of it. I just sort of guide people to their wishes."

"I'm sorry, I still don't get it."

"When you're Cupid," he explained. "You can see how much someone like someone when they look at each other. Depending on that, I use my arrows, gold and lead, so they can express they're true feelings to each other."

"How can you see how much someone like another?"

"I'll show you." He grabbed my hand. "Okay do you see that couple?"

I looked at the couple he was showing me. They looked like they were still in middle school, a cute couple. I noticed a glowing holographic picture of a pie chart on top of their heads. The boy had a green pie chart with 91% in it. The girl had a red one with 46% on it.

"Now watch," he let go of my hand and the pie charts vanished. So only he could see it unless he wants me to by holding his hands. He took out a golden arrow and shot it at the girl. I gasped, but the girl didn't notice it.

"See, perfectly harmless."

The girl talked to her boyfriend. "Brandon I'm sorry, but I have to break up with you."

The guy looked surprise. "What? Why?"

"I just don't feel a connection between us anymore. I just hope we can still be friends." Then she walked away from him.

I sighed, nothing's worse than being dumped on Valentine's Day. The guy's shoulders slumped and he walked away. Erik grabbed my hand again. Then I saw the pie chart read 76%. Aw, he still likes her, even if she broke his heart.

I looked at Erik. "Why did you do that? He was happy!"

"Yeah, but the girl wasn't," he defended. "You can only see the pie chart, but with me I can see everything about them. They're first date, arguments, kisses, even the reason they hate or like each other."

"But still..."

"Miserable love is worst than even cheating love," Erik said. "But Brandon will find someone who can return his feelings, Cupid's blessing."

"So all you have to do is fire your arrows?"

"Yeah." He pulled out two arrows, one gold and one lead.

"The gold arrow is for making people fall in the love," I guessed, "while the lead one makes people hate the mere thought of them."

"But it only works if they look at that person," he said, putting the arrows back in the quiver.

"So what happens if they look at someone else?"

"If they look at someone attractive, that means that they're looking at other people, so I still did my job. But honestly, I don't want to be there when it happens."

I smirked. "How come?"

"It's already bad enough that people make those funny Valentine's day cards that make fun of me."

"Aw, it can't be that bad."

"They went as far as to make a song of me messing up!"

"Oh right, 'Stupid Cupid' by Mandy Moore. I love that song!"

He gave me a blank stare.

"I-I mean I hate that song! Horrible, catchy, but horrible!" I said quickly.

He chuckled. "You're cute Juliette. Very cute."

My cheeks flushed. Me cute? That's more of Karen's expertise. I checked my phone, wow it's 4:30.

I stood up. "I have a study date with a friend of mine."

He stood up with me. "Well the least I can do is walk you home."

"Could you change to something normal?"

He looked at his outfit. "How come? It's Valentine's Day, I'm suppose to wear this. But okay."

He snapped his fingers. His outfit turned to a white, crisp suit, and a red tie. His wings are still showing. Wow, he can change his outfit that easily. Then I noticed a shotgun strapped to his side.

"Um, is that a gun?"

"Huh? Oh yeah." He took out his gun from its holster.

I yelped and took a step back. "Why do you have that, and what's with the suit?"

"Why? It's my modern attire. I only go old school on Valentine's Day."

"Sure, nice uniform. But can you go more casual?"

"Fine," he said. He snapped his fingers again. His outfit changed again. But this time it's a blazer over a red button down with black jeans and red converse. But he amazingly hid his wings. I wonder where they went.

"Perfect."

A couple of girls walked past us. I overheard one of them saying, "What's up with her? Is she talking to herself?"

"Um Eric, am I the only one who can see you?"

"Yeah, you kinda are," he admitted.

"If you don't mind, can you turn visible. Then I won't have to look like I should be put in the mental hospital."

He snapped his fingers. Then he held out his arm like a gentleman and I took it. We started walking across the park.

"Are you sure you want to walk me home? It's pretty far."

He looked around. "Nah, this is my last stop for Valentine's Day."

"Last stop?"

"I'm still pretty young, I do jobs in the country. My dad, who's retired, does jobs out of the country for me."

"Pretty young?"

"Well I'm not really the original Cupid. I'm a descendant of him, the job is usually passed from father to son."

"Wow, when did you start?"

"Around twelve, that's the usual time when boys think about girls and have y'know feelings."

"Aw."

He snorted. "The only thing I didn't like is having to wear the dress every Valentine's Day."

I laughed. We past that group of girls again, and I gave them my best smug smile. No one can think that I'm crazy and get away with it.

"So how come I'm the only one who can see you?"

"Well only people who never fallen in love before or vowed to never love again by grief or find it gross. Then it's easier to find them and y'know, do my job."

"Find it gross?"

"Well you got to remember when you were a little kid and girls find boys weird and boys find girls weird."

I chuckled at that. Who doesn't?

"So what happened Juliette?"

"Hmm?"

"Did some jerk broke your heart and you vowed to never fall in love?"

I blushed. "What!"

He cocked his head. "From that reaction you never fallen in love before, haven't you?"

I turned away. "Yes," I admitted.

But that's not the only reason either, no one knows about it.

He sighed to himself. "I hate it when that happens."

"What? Never falling in love before?"

"Yeah, the thought itself is sad."

"Why do you care so much?"

"I'm the God of Love, Juliette. It's part of my job description. Everyone should know the meaning of love and never die without it."

"I didn't know, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "So why is it?"

"Why I never fallen in love?"

He nodded.

I shrugged. "I just don't have the time for love, I guess. I just want to finish school and become a writer like I always wanted to be."

"Writing?"

"Yeah, like novels and song writing."

He blinked. "Wow."

"And don't get any ideas Erik," I warned. "I don't want to find myself running for my life as you try to shoot me with one of your golden arrows out of pity."

"Are you sure not just a tiny prick?"

"Erik!"

He laughed. "Okay, I promise."

We stopped in front of my house. "Well this is it."

"Great." He dragged me to the front of the porch and rang the doorbell.

"What are you doing?"

"Well I said I'll walk you home, I might as well you drop you off safe and sound, too."

The door opened and my mom glared at me. "Juliette Eliza Rivers! Where were you? Especially on a day like Valentine's..."

She looked at Eric. "Why hello there. Juliette, why is there a handsome young man on our front porch?"

Eric gave a slight bow and a charming smile. "My name's Eric Rosetta, please to meet you ma'm."

"Oh please, call me Tracy."

I nudged him. "Rosetta?"

"Eric Rosetta. Eric Rose. Eros." He explained. "Look it up."

"So how did you two meet?"

"I happened to bump into him at school and he offered to walk me home," I lied.

"Oh how sweet of you," my mom said to Eric.

"Juliette?"

I looked behind my mom and saw Drew.

"Oh hey. Eric-Drew, Drew-Eric."

Eric looked at Drew, me and back at Drew. He frowned as if he didn't like what he saw. "Hi."

"Hey."

"Eric you should have tea with us, it's the least you can do for being so considerate of my daughter's safety."

"I'm afraid I have to pass, Tracy." He smiled. "Maybe a rain check."

"Of course."

"Until we see each other again, Juliette." He winked at me and walked away.

"My, he's quite the charmer."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure mom."

I turned to Drew. "So where to begin. Oh I know, history, the Odyssey."

Drew groaned but got out to history book.

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Hello!!! I'm sooo sorry it took me sooo long to finish this stinkin' charmer. Sooo how did you like this chapter? You get to meet Cupid, wow! (Sooo many sooo's)

Cravings: Honestly, I'm pretty full. I'm stuffed, but it's not going to last. *evil chuckle*

Song I'm listening to: Stupid Cupid by Many Moore, of course! I haven't heard the song for such a long time, so I listen to it on youtube. I still LOVE it!!! Do me a favor and listen to the song, it's going to be stuck in your head. But let me tell you, it's worth it!!!

Dislikes: SCHOOL! That's why I couldn't finish this chapter. Ugh, why does it exist? The only use for school is to meet up with your friends. The rest... I don't knoe. And I hate LAUSD!!! We have like what? 1, 2 months of SUMMER VACATION!!! Outrageous, for 12 months, we've been stuck in class writing notes! And what do we get for finishing this yearly achievement of boredom? A shorter summer vacation. Thank you sooo much creator of school!!! (sarcasm included)

Thanks a lot for reading this. And I hope I can get back to finishing chapter 3. Since I have 3, yes 3 projects. That's what welcomes me back from 3 weeks of relaxation. Math, Science and History. But don't worry, I'll survive... I'll survive.

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