TRATIE TRATIE TRATIE. Gahh, I have an obsession with this pairing :) T for language and stuff :/ and sorry if there's any capitalization mistakes, my keyboard SUCKS.

The sun was beating down on us as we were working. Well actually I was working, Travis was lying lazily in the grass eating the strawberries that I had picked.

"The least you could do is help me you know. You're the one that got us into this mess anyways." I said bitterly. I don't do to well in the heat. I get pretty moody. It's like an average girl on their period multiplied by a thousand.

"It's too hot." Travis moaned. Baby.

I ignored him, no sense in arguing with him, he always won. I had to agree with him though, it was hot. Probably the hottest day of the entire summer. I lifted up my arm to check if I was sweating through my orange Camp Half-blood t-shirt. Of course, I was.

"Sweaty Katie." Travis commented, with a cheeky grin on his face.

I smacked his arm, "Jerk. Maybe if you actually helped me I wouldn't look so gross." I was pretty pissed now. but the more annoyed I got, the more amused Travis got.

"Hey! I don't want to look as gross as you." He got up and smelled me. (which he got another smack for) "Or smell as bad. Seriously Katie, there's this thing, it's called deodorant. Go buy some please."

"Haha. You're hilarious! I know what deodorant is, I'm not an idiot. And to let you know, I used some today."

Travis made a concerned face, "Then you have a serious BO problem."

"OH my gods! just get to work before I kill you." I snapped. This was the worst punishment, OF MY LIFE.

"I don't want to work, I don't want to sweat and ruin my devilishly good looks, Princess." He smirked. Obviously he was getting some sick pleasure out of me getting worked up.

"Oh, now I understand." I said sarcastically. I wasn't too fond of the nickname 'Princess' either, but I kept my mouth shut. Because, yelling at him didn't seem to be doing the trick.

"Glad you agree. Would you mind fanning me while you're at it? It would seriously help a lot."

"Of course, Travis. I just live to serve you, ya know?" Instead of fanning him, i smashed the biggest strawberry I could find into his face. He yelped. Ha. That's what I think is amusing.

"Poor Travis." I commented dryly. And burst out into a fit of laughter.

He dumped the entire bucket on me, "STOLL!" I screamed hit him with my own bucket. (which was now empty thanks to Travis and his large appetite)

"Oops, Sorry Princess. I think i had a muscle spasm or something." He said just a sarcastically. Except this time, I wasn't laughing.

This meant war. Using my awesome 'daughter of Demeter green thumb powers' I made a small weed wrap around his ankle and he fell flat on his face. "Oops." I said innocently, "Did I do that?"

He eventually cut himself free with his pocket knife. "That's seriously the best you can do, Gardener?"

"Try me." I said proudly. Katie Ninja was a force to be reckoned with. Oh yeah.

"Missing something?" He asked me, holding up my diary.

"What? How?" I questioned. Then it hit me.. He had my diary! I scrambled over to him, frantically trying to get it back. He held it above my head. (curse my stupid shortness) "Give it back!"

"Not until I read a few pages." He laughed, "Dear Diary, OMG Travis Stoll is like such a total hottie! Me and him alone in our cabin, oh yeah that'd be like such a dream come true!"

"That is not what it says!" I was annoyed. It wasn't like I wrote any of that crap in there.

"Gods, Katie. You're so boring. I really don't care about how you grew some pretty purple roses over the summer." He threw it back to me.

"Well I'm sorry for not being interesting enough. Oh and by the way, have fun cleaning this up and picking the rest of the strawberries." I smiled smugly. He just stood there with a dumb expression on his face.

I was ready for the looks the other campers were going to give me. I had bright red strawberry crap all over me. Fun.

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