F ebr U ary - Valentines Day competition

My name is Eron, pronounced, "Air-on". It's really Eros, but I gotta keep cover, people study about me. Most people would know me as Cupid and well, that is true. Every February - gross - I find 5 people their true loves. IF I don't find their true loves, my grandfather, Zeus, punishes me by taking away my wings and bow for the rest of my life. Do I get anything good out of it? Nope, just me doing a favor for everyone else.

(Valentines day competition entry! This is the writing part :)


6. Chapter 4: Moms t(T_T)t


It was day two into this dreadful month. That means I have 13-days left to fulfill my task. So far, the only person I managed to make fall in, “love” was Pandora. She fell in love in a way that’s kind of weird…but at the same time I’m just not going to question it. Hey, she went after what she desired.

                I’m in the living room on our apple computer searching up Priya Bloom on Facebook. I know I can’t have her, but It doesn’t hurt to stalk. Isn’t that what people do nowadays?

“Priya…Bloom.” I say to myself while typing her name into the search bar. Priya wasn’t hard to find, because within 30 seconds her cute face popped up right on the screen.

                I click her name, and the page refreshes me to a girly Facebook profile that happened to Priya’s. I’ll admit, I might seem like a creep, but I’m a teenage boy. So, if you’re judging me, fuck off.

                I scroll through her feed not getting much because her Facebook is on private. Well that’s fucking great. It gave me two photos to look at of her. A selfie of herself at the beach – which she looked hot in. And a picture of her dressed as Cupid.


Well I guess she’s a fan.

                My mind is debating whether I should send her a friend request or not. I mean, it’s Facebook and no one really uses this shit anymore. If I did, would she even notice? She probably has like 20 friend requests waiting in her tiny earth shaped notification tab.

                Priya still hasn’t texted me back from when I said, “Hey.” I don’t even know if she read it. STOP ERON! I need to stop obsessing over a girl I literally just talked to yesterday. I sigh and turn off the PC. Let me just focus on life, and my task so I can stay on earth.

                Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, but it’s a crappy apartment building, who cares? I walk over and open the door.

“Hi – uh…okay – Hi I was just – “The short girl stammered. There was a short girl with nerdy glasses, long brown hair, and a cart full of books.

“You were just…?” I was getting impatient with her. She was obviously looking at my flashy stomach since I had no shirt on. I sighed, and held my finger up in a, “One moment, “gesture as I shut the door. I threw on a blue t-shirt lying on the couch armrest. As I opened the door again, she was cleaning her glasses, which made me realize she was actually adorable.

“Okay, go on.” I say, crossing my arms.

“Okay, sorry about that…But I was wondering if you had any books lying around? This is a free book library sort of thing where you give a book and take a book!”

                Oh my god. She was such a fucking nerd. I started to laugh and nodded my head. On the counter we had some books my mom would buy at the store but then decide she wasn’t going to read them. I grabbed them all and gave them to the girl, who was struggling to even hold them.

“Thanks, Eron.” She says, piling the last of her books onto the cart. She knew my name? Most likely just went to my school. There is no way she was a senior like me, she had to be a freshman or something.

“No problem, you are?”

“Oh right, “she starts as her cheeks turn red, “I’m Daphne Blue, a freshman at school. And here have this book.” She handed me a book that was titled,

When Life Sucks

“Oh, okay cool. Anyways thanks – “I tried to shut the door and go eat something good from the fridge, or order takeout because my mom can only make cereal right.

“Wait!” Her tiny hand slapped the door. Geez, I just want to eat kid.


“I hand these out to donators,” She handed me a red valentine card, “It’s a valentine card.”

                When she left I shut the door and leaned over on the counter. It was a cheesy little red card with me on the front of it – wait not me, the fat version that everyone thinks I look like. I opened it and it said,



Thank you so much for donating!

Please enjoy your free book,

And our card.

Enjoy the holidays!

Much love,

Blues library

                Okay thanks I guess. But for your information, I won’t be enjoying the holidays, I’ll be making the holidays. As I heat up some leftover Chinese food from yesterday’s dinner, my phone buzzed. It was a text from,


Oh dear god of love – I mean oh dear me,


Priya Bloom just texted back. The best three letter sentence a boy could ever dream of. Alright, alright, I’ll stop being dramatic. She texted back saying,


Priya: Who is this?


                As I was in the middle of typing, “Hey it’s me Eron, I got you’re number you left me.” My mom appeared out of nowhere and peered over my shoulder.

“Who’s, Priya?” she asked in a curious tone. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and grabbed my phone.

“Hey give that back! And it’s no one…!” I chased her around the room and eventually she raised her mom finger at me causing me to come to an instant stop.

“No one? You said, ‘Hey.’ to her first. Are you sure she’s, ‘No one’?”

                No, no, no, no, no, no! The last thing I need is for my nosy, controlling ass mother to be up in my love life! Well, if I had one.

“Mom, it’s just a girl.”

“Just a girl? Eron, she doesn’t even know who you are!” She started tearing up.

“Oh, fuck off mom – you can’t seriously be upset over this?” I walk over and wrap my arms around her. She had a fake ass sad look on her face. Let me just say this, my mom is a complete fake.

“You can’t tell me to fuck off Eron…I just don’t want you liking girls!” She shoved my phone at my chest and crossed her arms.

“You can’t expect me to be a 17-year old boy and not like people! Mom what century are you living in?” I shout, dropping my phone. I picked it up and it had a lightning bolt crack across the screen.

“Hey! Watch your tone! And for your information Eron, I’ve been around for quite a while. I know that girls will hurt you and play with your mind!”

“Is that because that’s what you do?” I sassed, my blonde hair practically sticking up in frustration.

“That’s mean Eron! I gave birth to you, you should just be happy that I’m still here to guide you!” She exclaimed as her hair started doing the same as mine.

“He left because he caught you cheating! What else?”

“Okay, you crossed the line. Go to your room, and give me your phone.”

“No! It’s like you want me to be gay or something!” I shouted, storming to my room door – which wasn’t far away.

“Okay stop it! There is nothing wrong with homosexuality! I just don’t want you to be with anyone else but ME! Because you’re mine Eron! Mine…” She started to sob. Most likely she was faking.

                I stopped in my tracks. Was all of this fuss just about me not being her little boy anymore? I can’t have a love, because my mom is my love? Okay, that’s fucked. I turned around, and there she was, eyes full of tears. I could tell it wasn’t all an act. Now this old lady was making me feel bad.

“Mom…I’m sorry…”, I apologize, “I didn’t know I meant that much to you.”

“Yea, well now you know. Now leave me alone.” She stormed over to the computer and I knew as soon as she turned on the PC, I was dead.

                She wiped her tears and typed in the password. It unlocked and she gasped at what she saw.


                I ran into my room and locked the door before she could protest. My mom and I get into fights a lot, so it’s nothing new.


Seriously though, god damn having Aphia Hart as your mother.

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