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2013-09-18
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2013-09-18
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So Your Boyfriend is Hades

Summary:

I, Penny Harveste, am going through some changes. Unfortunately, puberty isn't one of them anymore. Gods, I never thought I would say that.

Notes:

So, I had this great idea pop into my head like twenty seconds ago about the gods being reincarnated into the modern world so that they can be a bit more subtle in their manipulations of the human race. Not everyone's a teenager (thank the gods), but they all have human bodies; sort of. I am writing this with no plan whatsoever so I'm just going with what the muses give me. Hope it works.

Chapter 1: The Moving

Chapter Text

“We’re moving?”, I asked weakly, as if I physically could not take the words.

“Yes honey”, my mother replied, “We’re moving to New York.

I cut my eyes suspiciously at her. “Mom, you hate New York. You hate cities in general.”

Its true. She hates cities. Right now we’re living in a cabin in a forest near Forks, Washington. It sucks. Mostly because of Twilight, but also because of bad wifi.

“Something has come up. Because of that we need to move to New York.”

“Did Grandma die?” It sounds horrible of me to ask, but my grandmother does live in New York, and chances are if “something’s come up” Grandma’s about to take a dirt nap.... Gods I am a horrible grandchild.

My mother looked at me exasperatedly, “No, your grandmother did not die. Stop being so morbid. I decided that in order for you to develop properly as a person you need to have more human contact. What better place for human contact than the largest city in the country?”

“Didn’t we get enough human contact when the tourists invaded the forest looking for sparkly vampires? Especially that day you wore a shiny shirt outside of the house.”

Yep. My mom got jumped by Twilight fans because she was reflecting the sunlight. This is my life.

“Honey, we just need to move to New York. Can’t you be like a normal teenager and be excited about it?”

“Fine, but I get to label the boxes because you are horrible at packing. Seriously, shoes in the book boxes and lamps in the clothes ones.”

My mom grinned and grabbed my hands, “See, this’ll be just fine!”

She lied.