I thought it might be interesting to write about how Todd found out that Chase was Cupid. This is different from My Alter-Ego, Cupid which is from Chase's point of view and is about him becoming Cupid. This probably won't be longer then three parts.
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"So, I wanted to talk to you about Africa," my Mom said putting a tuna fish sandwich in front of me.
"Yeah?" I responded.
"As you know it has always been my dream to go to Africa and help the people there. Well, an opportunity has just opened up for me to go to Sierra Leone for almost next to nothing. Now, you know, I would never even consider anything like this when you were younger but now that you're in high school you're pretty self sufficient and I really think you'd be okay without me. You'd be staying with Chase which I think would be a lot of fun for you. He's already a much better cook than I am so you'd have plenty of good food to eat. He'd take you to school or shopping as you need it. Plus I'd send you and Chase all of the funds that we get from your grandpa's store. And I'd try to take care of you as much as I can from overseas. I'd really, really love to go but of course I won't go unless you're okay with it," she said.
I swallowed my bite and looked at her. "How long would you be gone?"
"A year."
"A whole year," I muttered.
She stared at me and started to tap her fingers on the table. It seemed pretty obvious that she was really hoping that I would tell her that it was okay to go.
"I don't know, Mom. I think it would be really hard here without you but this is what you really want?" I asked.
"Yes. More than anything. This is my dream."
"Well, if you really want to go that bad I guess I'm fine with it," I said.
She let out a sigh of relief and stood up. She grabbed my head and pulled it towards her chest. She kissed the top of my head. "Oh, Todd, you're such a good son. You have no idea how much this means to me," she said.
"Okay, I'm going to go sign up," she said and she started to walk away.
"Mom," I said.
"Yes?" she asked pausing.
"Aren't you going to finish your sandwich?" I said pointing to the sandwich that she hadn't even touched.
"Oh, right, of course," she said and she sat down.
The next day I came home from school and she was in the living room. "Todd," she said when I walked into the door. "I talked to Chase today."
"Yeah?"
"Apparently he won't let you stay with him," she said obviously upset.
"What?!" I said.
"I told him that there was no way that I could get out of this now. I already paid, non-refundable. We'll just have to figure something else out. Maybe you can stay with a family friend or I wonder if there are any affordable boarding schools," she paused and looked at me and the obvious panic on my face. "Anyway, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
"Didn't he already say that it was okay when you asked him? Why would he change his mind?" I asked.
"I just asked him today. I thought he'd be okay with it so I didn't worry about it."
"Mom," I said in an annoyed voice.
"I'm sorry, Todd. I really thought he'd be okay with it. But don't worry, I'll figure something out, alright?"
I walked away not saying anything else. I pulled out my phone and called Chase.
"Hey Todd," he said answering the phone.
"I thought Mom asked you if I could stay with you before she asked me," I said introducing my concerns.
"No, she told me today that you were going to stay with me."
"She said that you told her that I couldn't stay with you."
"Yeah, it's not a good time for me, Todd. I can't really take you in right now."
"Where am I supposed to stay?" I said raising my voice slightly.
"I'm hoping she'll change her mind about going," he said.
"She's not going to. She already paid and it's non-refundable. Plus this is her dream."
"Well, maybe you can talk to her. Tell her there's nowhere for you to go."
"Chase, she's going to go. She said if she can't find someone else for me to stay with that she was going to send me to boarding school."
"Todd, I don't know what you want me to do."
"Is it because of money. Mom said that she would send the money that we get from grandpa's store to you. I know it's not a lot but -"
"No, this isn't about money."
"I'll be really good. You should still be able to work on your novels," I said.
"It's not about that either."
"Then, why, Chase? Why can't I stay with you? If not you, then she'll send me to boarding school."
"It's complicated, Todd. Trust me if I could I would."
"Chase . . ." I said in a sad voice.
He didn't speak for a few seconds. "Alright, Todd."
"You'll let me stay with you?" I said feeling excited.
"I'll have to talk to my boss but yeah, I think so," he said sighing.
I hung up feeling relieved. But after thinking about it for a little while I wondered to myself Why would he need to tell his boss? and Who was his boss?
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 5, 2017
Cassandra the All-Knowing Part 10
Part 9
Cassandra was not going to give up. She would just have to take another route. She wasn't surprised that sensitive people like Keegan or paranoid people like Lena would ruin it for her. Psychic fame was still within her grasp. Anthony might have made her sound like a liar but she could still prove that she was real and she would start with the girl on the radio show. So she called the radio station manager, Cindy, who she had a direct number for.
"You've got Cindy," a cheerful voice said into the receiver.
"Hi, Cindy, this is Cassandra Priam," she said.
"Oh, right, our resident psychic, how are you doing today?" she asked.
"I'm doing well, Cindy. I was calling because I think it's about time for me to come on Mad Maxwell's show again," Cassandra responded.
"I'm not so sure, although your last segment was pretty interesting. I just think that we probably need to spread it out."
"Cindy, I was thinking we could do a follow up with the girl who was wondering if she would meet anybody. I guarantee that she has."
She hesitated for a few seconds. "I would be interested in that. I would be really interested in that. Okay, you know what I'll find a way to pencil you in. We'll stay in touch, yeah?"
Cassandra smiled to herself. "Here's the thing though, I think it might be better if I don't make any predictions on the show and instead we just talk to that girl so I'd only need a couple of minutes."
"Oh, I don't think so. We don't have that girl, what's her name, Melody's contact information. We'd need to keep you on for a while and hope that she would call. Why would you not want to make any predictions?"
"Well, like you said, I think it's better if we spread out these things. People might get bored of psychic predictions if they don't think they'll come true. I mean of course they will but they are a lot of skeptics out there."
"Hmmm . . . no, I think we'll be alright. Don't worry about that. I'll contact you again with more info later, 'kay?" Cindy said.
"Sure," Cassandra said with a sigh.
"Great talking to you, Cassandra. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye, Cindy."
Part 11
Index
Cassandra was not going to give up. She would just have to take another route. She wasn't surprised that sensitive people like Keegan or paranoid people like Lena would ruin it for her. Psychic fame was still within her grasp. Anthony might have made her sound like a liar but she could still prove that she was real and she would start with the girl on the radio show. So she called the radio station manager, Cindy, who she had a direct number for.
"You've got Cindy," a cheerful voice said into the receiver.
"Hi, Cindy, this is Cassandra Priam," she said.
"Oh, right, our resident psychic, how are you doing today?" she asked.
"I'm doing well, Cindy. I was calling because I think it's about time for me to come on Mad Maxwell's show again," Cassandra responded.
"I'm not so sure, although your last segment was pretty interesting. I just think that we probably need to spread it out."
"Cindy, I was thinking we could do a follow up with the girl who was wondering if she would meet anybody. I guarantee that she has."
She hesitated for a few seconds. "I would be interested in that. I would be really interested in that. Okay, you know what I'll find a way to pencil you in. We'll stay in touch, yeah?"
Cassandra smiled to herself. "Here's the thing though, I think it might be better if I don't make any predictions on the show and instead we just talk to that girl so I'd only need a couple of minutes."
"Oh, I don't think so. We don't have that girl, what's her name, Melody's contact information. We'd need to keep you on for a while and hope that she would call. Why would you not want to make any predictions?"
"Well, like you said, I think it's better if we spread out these things. People might get bored of psychic predictions if they don't think they'll come true. I mean of course they will but they are a lot of skeptics out there."
"Hmmm . . . no, I think we'll be alright. Don't worry about that. I'll contact you again with more info later, 'kay?" Cindy said.
"Sure," Cassandra said with a sigh.
"Great talking to you, Cassandra. I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye, Cindy."
Part 11
Index
Apr 4, 2017
Cassandra the All-Knowing Part 9
Part 8
Cassandra walked into the television studio feeling a bit nervous. She was about to film in front of an audience, an audience she would have to convince quickly. She took a deep breath and felt a lot more confident. She had wanted this her entire life and she would succeed. She smiled as Lizzie led her to the studio. They had advertised for people to come be in the studio audience and the seats were already filling up.
Devin looked at her skeptically. "Don't mess this up. We spent a lot of money making this set and getting everything ready for you."
"Don't worry, Devin," she said. "I'm good at what I do."
"Hmm," he mumbled still looking skeptical.
She took another deep breath and walked to where she was supposed to sit. They had decided that they were going to go with a modern day psychic look so instead of beads and glass balls. The set was incredibly simple with light blues and greens and a wooden stool. Cassandra, herself, was asked to wear black pants and a forest green shoulderless shirt that matched the color schemes of the set. She only wore a silver necklace for jewelry and black shoes with low heels.
After a few last minute adjustments and the rest of the audience coming in, they were ready to start. Cassandra looked at the camera and said the lines that she had memorized. "Hello future-seekers, my names is Cassandra the All-Knowing, your metaphysical guide to all things unknown to come. Join me as we set out on this adventure of spirit and find answers. We already have people lining up at the microphone to ask me, Cassandra the All-Knowing, what they do not know. Go ahead, Keegan."
"Yes, I recently lost a lot of weight on a diet that I went on. Will I be able to keep it off?" he asked.
Typically she would hate questions like this since the answers are so simple anyone could tell him what they are but in this case, it was good that the answers were so straightforward as it would make her sound more believable. Plus she saw that this guy had a chip addiction something she was sure he would confirm once she confronted him. "You look fantastic, by the way," she said.
"Thanks," he said.
"I see in your future that this quest of keeping the weight off will come with great difficulty. I recommend not going down the chip aisle as I see that is something you struggle with. Cheese puffs are your weakness," she said.
He looked at her upset. "That's rude," he said. "Why would you assume I have a problem with cheese puffs?"
No, she thought to herself. He was supposed to confirm what she said not deny it. She looked around the studio anxiously people were looking at each other skeptical of her. She had to save this. "It's true, though, right? I didn't assume it, I saw it because I'm psychic," she said.
People were not starting to mumble. Devin looked at the audience and then walked on stage. "You know what, let's go onto the next question," he said. The guy handed the microphone to a girl behind him in line giving Cassandra a dirty look. Devin walked over. "Try to be careful with your 'visions.' We don't want to offend people. And also you are sounding incredibly unbelievable so try to sound a bit more believable, alright?"
Cassandra nodded at him. "Alright, Lena, go ahead," she said feeling a bit shook up.
Lena looked to be about sixteen and she looked skeptically at Cassandra and then at a woman next to her who Cassandra thought might be her Mom. Her mom shrugged at her. Cassandra felt like this was a good time to intervene. "You were going to ask me about cheerleading tryouts and if you got on the team. I know Trojan High can be quite brutal -"
"Did you tell her that I was going to ask about that?" Lena said angrily at her mom. This was good, her Mom would say that she hadn't and this would serve as proof.
Her mom said something inaudible to the audience. "Why don't you hand your mom the microphone?" Cassandra said. "I'm sure she'll tell you that she was not the one to tell me."
"You're right, she says that she didn't tell you but your studio must have found out somehow and it's freaking both of us out," she said.
"You'll make the team!" Cassandra said loudly feeling frustrated.
"You don't know that," Lena said.
The audience started mumbling louder. And then to Cassandra's horror, a few people stood up to leave. Seeing that others were leaving a lot more people also stood up shuffling towards the exits.
"No, wait, don't leave," Cassandra called after them. "I can prove that I'm a psychic. I can tell you something that is just about to happen. What's on TV right now?" A few people started to laugh at her.
Cassandra was losing them even more. "The man wearing red is about to trip," she said. The guy wearing red stopped to look at her. "Well, he was about to before I warned him."
People kept leaving. "Wait! I can tell you anything! Who the next president will be! Who will win the Superbowl! The World Cup! Please don't go!" They ignored her. Cassandra put her head in her hands, she felt like crying.
"Alright, that's quite enough. This isn't going to work. I'm so sorry to bother all of you but we're not going to make this show. Thanks for coming out," he said to the audience. Those who had stayed behind started to leave.
He shot Cassandra a frustrated look. "Look, I'm not sure how you fooled me before but it's pretty obvious that you're terrible at this," he said to her. "I'm going to need you to leave."
"No," she said. "I proved that I was a psychic, right? With the cars and the lady."
"Yeah, not sure how you did that but a broken clock is right twice a day," he said.
"That was too much to be coincidental. That's like saying a broken clock is right at one, one o'one, one o'two, one o'three, one o'four, and one o'five. I really am a psychic," she said.
"Wow, she sounds desperate," Cassandra heard Lizzie say. "I can't believe that I ever thought this girl was cool."
"Cassandra," he said sounding like he was about to loose his temper. "I need you to leave, now!"
"Devin -" she said hoping to get sympathy.
"Lizzie, call security," he said.
"No," Cassandra said. "I'll leave."
Part 10
Index
Cassandra walked into the television studio feeling a bit nervous. She was about to film in front of an audience, an audience she would have to convince quickly. She took a deep breath and felt a lot more confident. She had wanted this her entire life and she would succeed. She smiled as Lizzie led her to the studio. They had advertised for people to come be in the studio audience and the seats were already filling up.
Devin looked at her skeptically. "Don't mess this up. We spent a lot of money making this set and getting everything ready for you."
"Don't worry, Devin," she said. "I'm good at what I do."
"Hmm," he mumbled still looking skeptical.
She took another deep breath and walked to where she was supposed to sit. They had decided that they were going to go with a modern day psychic look so instead of beads and glass balls. The set was incredibly simple with light blues and greens and a wooden stool. Cassandra, herself, was asked to wear black pants and a forest green shoulderless shirt that matched the color schemes of the set. She only wore a silver necklace for jewelry and black shoes with low heels.
After a few last minute adjustments and the rest of the audience coming in, they were ready to start. Cassandra looked at the camera and said the lines that she had memorized. "Hello future-seekers, my names is Cassandra the All-Knowing, your metaphysical guide to all things unknown to come. Join me as we set out on this adventure of spirit and find answers. We already have people lining up at the microphone to ask me, Cassandra the All-Knowing, what they do not know. Go ahead, Keegan."
"Yes, I recently lost a lot of weight on a diet that I went on. Will I be able to keep it off?" he asked.
Typically she would hate questions like this since the answers are so simple anyone could tell him what they are but in this case, it was good that the answers were so straightforward as it would make her sound more believable. Plus she saw that this guy had a chip addiction something she was sure he would confirm once she confronted him. "You look fantastic, by the way," she said.
"Thanks," he said.
"I see in your future that this quest of keeping the weight off will come with great difficulty. I recommend not going down the chip aisle as I see that is something you struggle with. Cheese puffs are your weakness," she said.
He looked at her upset. "That's rude," he said. "Why would you assume I have a problem with cheese puffs?"
No, she thought to herself. He was supposed to confirm what she said not deny it. She looked around the studio anxiously people were looking at each other skeptical of her. She had to save this. "It's true, though, right? I didn't assume it, I saw it because I'm psychic," she said.
People were not starting to mumble. Devin looked at the audience and then walked on stage. "You know what, let's go onto the next question," he said. The guy handed the microphone to a girl behind him in line giving Cassandra a dirty look. Devin walked over. "Try to be careful with your 'visions.' We don't want to offend people. And also you are sounding incredibly unbelievable so try to sound a bit more believable, alright?"
Cassandra nodded at him. "Alright, Lena, go ahead," she said feeling a bit shook up.
Lena looked to be about sixteen and she looked skeptically at Cassandra and then at a woman next to her who Cassandra thought might be her Mom. Her mom shrugged at her. Cassandra felt like this was a good time to intervene. "You were going to ask me about cheerleading tryouts and if you got on the team. I know Trojan High can be quite brutal -"
"Did you tell her that I was going to ask about that?" Lena said angrily at her mom. This was good, her Mom would say that she hadn't and this would serve as proof.
Her mom said something inaudible to the audience. "Why don't you hand your mom the microphone?" Cassandra said. "I'm sure she'll tell you that she was not the one to tell me."
"You're right, she says that she didn't tell you but your studio must have found out somehow and it's freaking both of us out," she said.
"You'll make the team!" Cassandra said loudly feeling frustrated.
"You don't know that," Lena said.
The audience started mumbling louder. And then to Cassandra's horror, a few people stood up to leave. Seeing that others were leaving a lot more people also stood up shuffling towards the exits.
"No, wait, don't leave," Cassandra called after them. "I can prove that I'm a psychic. I can tell you something that is just about to happen. What's on TV right now?" A few people started to laugh at her.
Cassandra was losing them even more. "The man wearing red is about to trip," she said. The guy wearing red stopped to look at her. "Well, he was about to before I warned him."
People kept leaving. "Wait! I can tell you anything! Who the next president will be! Who will win the Superbowl! The World Cup! Please don't go!" They ignored her. Cassandra put her head in her hands, she felt like crying.
"Alright, that's quite enough. This isn't going to work. I'm so sorry to bother all of you but we're not going to make this show. Thanks for coming out," he said to the audience. Those who had stayed behind started to leave.
He shot Cassandra a frustrated look. "Look, I'm not sure how you fooled me before but it's pretty obvious that you're terrible at this," he said to her. "I'm going to need you to leave."
"No," she said. "I proved that I was a psychic, right? With the cars and the lady."
"Yeah, not sure how you did that but a broken clock is right twice a day," he said.
"That was too much to be coincidental. That's like saying a broken clock is right at one, one o'one, one o'two, one o'three, one o'four, and one o'five. I really am a psychic," she said.
"Wow, she sounds desperate," Cassandra heard Lizzie say. "I can't believe that I ever thought this girl was cool."
"Cassandra," he said sounding like he was about to loose his temper. "I need you to leave, now!"
"Devin -" she said hoping to get sympathy.
"Lizzie, call security," he said.
"No," Cassandra said. "I'll leave."
Part 10
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