Perhaps I should start with my name. Well, it's Artemis. Yes, the Goddess. I don't understand love. I wouldn't want to, anyways. My stupid brother tries to teach me all the time, in a well, an inappropriate way. But, that's Apollo for you. Anyway, the story.
It started when my brother started to act funny. He said it was because of a certain girl, but I didn't know who, and he wouldn't tell me. Not that I cared, anyway. But he only acted jumpy around me. Now, then I wouldn't have guessed it was me he liked. we where brother and sister, after all. I figured it was some mortal woman.
So, then, one day, he asked me to go to the Immortal Dance with him, and I guessed he asked me because he couldn't get Aphrodite to go with him. So, I accepted. Well, I guess all the other Gods and Goddesses where in on it that Apollo liked his sister, because they kept pointing and whispering. Once we got home, I took a shower, and when I got out, Apollo was just standing there, staring at me. I got a towel, and whacked him with it.
Apollo ran out of the bathroom, hugging his arm. That night, when I had fallen asleep, I sensed him standing next to me, staring at me while I slept. So, I woke up and whacked him with a pillow. then, I went back to sleep.