Silent readers. VOTE YOU GUYS!! *retains composure* love you!!

We finally reached home barely surviving a long list of compliments, kicks, sweet smiles, sucker punches, sarcasm, hugs, blank faces and dodgy answers.

The violence kindly contributed by me.

It reminded me a lot of how things are when Will and me. The only difference being that we both had a fair share of bad behavior.

My brain worked its blood dry working on perfecting the lie I was obligated to tell John and rest about Zeus's presence.

"That's a beautiful house you got, very fit for its beautiful owner."

My blood boiled and steams flew from my ears for the tenth time in the last minute.

I change my mind.

I am just going to come up with a lie to excuse myself for murdering a God.

"And it's way younger than you," I pointed out and watched with a suppressed smile as his face fell.

Margret, Theresa and John were found in the living watching Netflix. I found my work narrowed with all three present in the same place.

But before I could notify them of my arrival, they got up and turned towards us in unsettling sync, their eyes watery with the same blankness like the people back in the the Kingdom of Books.

Realising what was happening, I snapped fuming. "Zeus stop!"

And he did and so did they in their path towards the front door. "It doesn't hurt," He defended his actions, taken slightly aback by the outburst.

"Whether its in good or bad intentions, it still isn't right for you to control people like. We aren't toys for you to play puppetry. " I ran over to their side waving my hand before each to get a response.

"Okay tiger." He said patting my head and like a vedio played backward each action, each step taken was retraced.

"Hey." My greeting came out as a whisper when they were in their own time.

Margaret was the first to take her eyes of the monitor. "Ohh. Elie you are back already. Its time for your coffee isn't it?" She teased readily getting up but froze when she eyes landed on Zeus.

Noticing her friends dumbfounded expression, Theresa followed her gaze and went into the same state of shock.

John, on the other hand simply looked between us.

Looking rather confused on deciding whether to bring up his shotgun or go with the fact that he couldn't possibly be in any sort of relationship with "me".

"This is Zeus." I motioned and he waved in politeness. "We happen to be childhood friends who had eventually lost touch and guess what I met him by chance in the library, so I invited him over for coffee." I narrated the tale in monotone.

Margaret and Theresa didn't seem to buy it neither did John to whom this being a kidnapping case was more believable.

"I got to meet him after such a long time. Awesome right guys?" I tried to sound excited, but it sounded like line of an essay on bad effects of excessive mobile usage.

Before things got out of hand, the blonde God stepped in to save the day.

My eyes bulged out as Zeus claimed the distance between him and Magret to gracefully kiss the back of her palm, and he did the same with Theresa.

Displaying his heart-winning smile, he introduced himself. "I am Zeus. It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies."

It was hard not to see how he had already charmed his way to theor innocent heart.

John and I mirrored the same opened mouthed expression as they gushed over him while we stood like worthless forgotten statues.

"Elizabeth where did you find such a fine fellow?" Margaret asked.

He found me.

"The library," I answered blankly.

The chatter suddenly died down and then I realized the intention of the question as John facepalmed.

"Eli, why didn't you tell us about him before?" Margret asked not noticing the obnoxious smirk forming on the God' lips.

" NO, no no." I shook my head vigorously. "He is a friend." I corrected while he no longer tried to hide his delight.

It was Margaret who came to my rescue. "Then, it's a pity that I am already married." She giggles, moving on to the kitchen.

Theresa' dark eyes never strayed far from his, looking keen and interested about their conversation.

I don't blame them for a second.

His appearance was nothing less than heavenly and was charmingly polite with eyes of distant storms and silver tongued.

For a minute or so, John and I stood awkwardly looking on till Margaret returned with snacks prepared for the guest.

Seeing that it was not going to end anytime soon, John and I made our-self comfortable on the couch resuming the paused the serial.

Seeing that my coffee was forgotten, I excused myself of the bustling room with John resuming the paused series and the other two taking on quizzing Zeus about all things random.

As the coffee brews, I ran up to my room to grab a hold of the novel I was currently fascinated by.

But on re-entering, I found the once loud room silent with all its occupants missing.

Had they gone outside? I thought making myself comfortable on the couch.

Coffee - check

Book - check

Couch - check.

Rain _ nope.

A light tap traced my shoulder made my coffee spill as I turned to complaint in annoyance. "You startled me."

In lazy strides he went over to the bean bag, slumping into it directly across from me.

"Where are the others?" I asked

taking a sip.

"Margret had some grocery shopping to do, and Theresa accompanied her to help. John, I think was his name got an urgent call from home, so he too left about a minute ago."

"That's so cliché," I muttered.

He laughed asking. "Where's coffee."

"If you want one, you are welcome to use the kitchen. That is if you know how to," I challenged.

Soon, I found that these heavenly being did not like to be challenged in the least for he was up and about heading for the kitchen as if he was familiar with the rooms.

Tip toeing, I peeked in going into shock of how quickly he found the necessary from within the array of cupboards.

When the episode of Masterchef ended, I realized he had made coffee for two. Pouring it in twinning mugs, he handed one over waiting patiently for my response.

He wouldn't have slipped poison in it, would he. I breathed in its unique smell, almost uncertain whether he had used the same coffee beans.

As the liquid went down my throat, I groaned at the delicious taste, I savoured each sip almost feeling dejected when not a drop remained.

Seeing my crestfallen expression, Zeus lit up. "Still question my skills?"

I shook my head admitting defeat.

We fell into comfortable silence as I cleaned the empty mugs, till the cabinet door overhead squealed open. The moment I looked up, around two kilogram of flour fell upon me blinding me in white.

I coughed up about three spoon fulls looking around for the one responsible, whom I found chuckling like a notorious ten year old by the counter.

My fingers slowly itched towards the ketchup and catching the small motion he made a run for it.

This lead to a chase which scaled over the living, bedrooms, stairs, dining leaving a bloody path of ketchup over furniture and the creamy walls.

A crucial turning point was reached when the squeese let out only squeaks and that moment we both knew where the other was headed.

Turning on our heels we set our path to the kitchen where I knew I would reach first for my advantageous location. Just to be sure, I slung the ketchup bottle back with no aim but it hit its mark from the groan heard.

My calculations came true and I opened the refrigerator door and my eyes fell upon the newly made pudding.

It broke my heart, but he was already aiming an open mouth tin of milk. And so we put forward out best attacks.

And each fell back with one tripping in blindness and the other because the whole ceramic plate slipped through my hands with its content.

Removing the paste of flour and milk I searched for Zeus who I found licking up his upperlip commenting. "Tasty."

With that, we started laughing each finding the incidents funnier as they look in other's appearance.

Feeling sorry about the plate, I decided to help him up but my good intentions was used against me as he pulled me down over him.

I punched him, but could not get him off as rubbed his face against mine, successfully turning me into a milky-white-pudding monster.

Finally escaping his grasp, I stuck my tongue at him only to be more infuriated with him mimicking me.

This guy!

Sometimes he is serious, sometimes flirty, and otherwise childish.

Should I really trust him?

"Hey." I said as he examined the broken plate. "I have to use the restroom, so you know?"

He arched an eyebrow. "Should I help you in any way?" he asked with eyes glittering with mischief.

Looking passionately disgusted, I shot back. "Not even in my wildest dreams."

"You Gods can know what others are doing by default, right? So.."

"I get it," he said immediately waving me off reassuringly. The atmosphere was very awkward, but I wanted it that way.

"There's another bathroom in the room adjoining to the dining. You can use it to clean up." I called out as I flew up the stairs to the privacy of my room.

I curled up in my tub after grabbing my laptop. Carefully laying it over my folded knees, I googled 'Greek god Zeus'.

How many affairs are we talking about?

Deciding that it was better let unknown I entered in Hades and Zeus hoping to find whether there was some sort of fued between the two.

I read more about his rule in the realm till where the para ended in the lines.

I shut the laptop with a lump in my throat. Is it really a lot that decided their fate.

Taking a much need shower, I decided not to jump into conclusions for the internet did not always fed me the complete truth.

Pulling on an all grey sweatshirt and paired pink sweatpants, I ran back down only to stop dead when finding a shirtless God on my couch, hot out of the shower.

Not letting my eyes linger, I turned to get some clothes before the others get back. What a scene that would be.

Grabbing hold of my dad' old tracks and worn out blue sweater, I hurried back and this time found him awaiting my arrival at the end.

I have ran up and down these granite stairs a million times before, but I missed a step.

"Cliché. Cliché. Cliché!!"

Judging from his godly powers he could have caught a thousand of me with ease, but he too lost his step falling backward as I rolled my eyes.

Not wasting a second I rolled off, transforming his smirk into a frown. Pulling down the shirt he entered.the closest room to get into those tracks.

Stirring my mind acefully off the image, I turned on the television. I felt him walk over, but concerned myself on deciding the channel.

The remote fell out of my hand as he appeared before me so suddenly that I froze when he bent over with his hands caging me on either sides.

"You will never fall for me?"

"Never," I deadpanned while trying to figure out what he was playing at.

"Because your heart already belongs to someone else?" He says to himself. "But that never been a problem to me before."

He cut me off from protesting with a smirk as he leans in closer. "But I am a sucker for things I know I can't have."

Centimetres away from my lips he stopped startling me with a goofy smile. "Just kidding." he chimed.

I finally released the breath that I held in understanding his idea of a joke.

"Why did you do that for, you could have gotten yourself killed," I grumbled, feeling annoyed at his antics.

Puzzled, his eyes shifted away from me to the table lamp I had held onto.

In my defense, it was the nearest thing.

And instead of feeling relieved ge started tolaugh admitting. "And I thought you were scared stiff."

I was, but I am not going to let him know.

My rebuke died when the sound of someone entering the hall sounded making us both look up.

Please don't let it be Margret, because the explanation needed would take weeks to be perfected.

My train of thoughts halted as a strong force of energy brisked past me and the subsequent second, Zeus was hurled to the wall, slamming against it woth the reverberation of breaking bones.

In the dullness of dusk, eyes of hellfire raged.