Conner stomped up the steps of the Hermes cabin moodily, his luggage clanging along behind him. He finally got up to the door, and slammed it open loudly, revealing an empty cabin except for Travis who sat in the corner, drawing a face on a balloon.
He looked up when he heard the door slam open and smiled when he saw his brother. "Conner!" he exclaimed. Dropping his balloon, he stood up and walked towards Conner, but Conner stopped him with a hand.
"Don't you 'Conner!' me!" he yelled.
Travis bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. "You all right, man?"
"No. I am not all right, and now some shits about to go down!"
Travis was truly flabbergasted. "What?"
"Don't act like you don't know, Travis. We both know."
"I-I don't."
"Look at you. Stuttering. It's pathetic. Just say it."
"Say what!"
Conner shook his head and looked away. "I go out of town to visit Mom for just one weekend, Travis, just one weekend."
"Yeah. I know."
"Did you feel like a pimp? Did you?"
"I am a pimp."
"Do you have a secret, Travis?"
"No. I tell you everything, you know that."
"Well, 'someone' happened to tell every person in camp about your little secret."
"I don't have any secrets!"
"Are you sure about that? Cuz maybe you shouldn't, I don't know, kiss and tell!"
Travis's look of confusion automatically turned into one of shock. He tried to cover it quickly. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really, Travis, really?" Conner shook his head, disappointed. "I never thought that you'd be the one."
"The one to what?"
"To act like a slut when I was gone."
"I am so not a slut! It was just one kiss from Katie."
"Aha! You admit it!"
"Yeah! I do! So what!"
Conner shook his head once more, and sniffled. Stupid allergies. "Travis. I'm your brother. I thought you loved me."
"I do," said Travis. "It's just . . . Katie's so-"
"No! I don't wanna hear it!"
"Conner, please-"
"No! You had your chance, Travis. You really couldn't keep it in your pants for one weekend?"
"This is Katie we're talking about here."
"Just, sniffle, go."
"But, Conner-"
"No. Just go. I don't wanna know."
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Travis stomped abruptly towards the door. "Fine!" he shouted. "But you just try to find a brother as good as me."
"I can find another brother easy! Someone way hotter!"
"You try that!"
"I will!"
"We're over!"
"So over!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Travis slammed the door, leaving Conner all by himself. Within a second, Travis opened the door once more. "I hope you find another brother. A handsome, beautiful, articulate brother who's talented and a star athlete and he cheats on you too!"
"Don't you put that evil on me, Travis Stoll! Don't you put that on me!"
"I just did!"
Yeah. This is completely and utterly random and pointless, but as soon as I heard 'Kiss N Tell' for the first time, this is what came to my mind. Is that strange and wrong? Yes, yes it is. Also, this isn't Tratie exactly, just a little. If you're really into gay incest, it could be a Travis/Conner!
Thanks to the wonderful Chesty's Superbest Friend for betaing this for me, as usual! You're awesome! (No you're not! Dude, don't lie!) You're awesome!
I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Kesha, Kiss N Tell, Talladega Nights: the Ballad of Ricky Bobby, or anything, actually, except for this laptop that I'm typing on right now. It's making my lap all warm and stuff. Te he!
Lather, rinse, review!
:) Jordan
