Oneshot that came to mind while listening to "Lets Be Animal" By The Downtown Fiction. Hope you Enjoy!

"Shhhh! Shut up!" I whispered, slapping my hand over Travis's mouth. Travis immediately licked it.

"EW!" As I yanked my hand back, disgusted, I shifted off balance and would've fallen off my branch if Travis hadn't grabbed my arms and hoisted me back into the tree.

Oh, did I mention I was in a tree with Travis Stoll? Yeah, long story. Short version? Travis Stoll had asked me out a couple of days ago and I'd finally said yes. But we wanted to keep our dating a secret because of all of the explaining to our friends we'd have to do about how all that time Travis and I acted like we hated each other, we really… didn't. And then there was Travis's fan club...

So, anyway, we had set up a date for today in a clearing a couple yards away from the strawberry fields.

There we were—talking, laughing, and having a great time, when suddenly, we heard the sounds of leaves crunching and a girlish giggle. We both froze.

"That was totally Annabeth's giggle!" Travis said, a look of fear etched onto his face.

"Only one person can make her giggle like that..." I had an equally frightened look residing on my face.

"Percy,"we said together ,and then quickly stood up. I surveyed the area, looking for a quick had the ever-NOT-so-brilliant idea of climbing a tree.

So we had—fairly quickly, I might add—and here we were, waiting for Percy and Annabeth to finish doing gods knew what so we could leave.

Travis snapped me out of my flashback with a sharp slap on the leg.

"Ow!" I whispered-yelled. "What the hell was that for?" I asked, slapping him back. Unfortunately, the boy had gone on a couple of runs, so the slap didn't exactly faze him.

"This is all your fault," he whispered-yelled back.

"My fault?" I repeated incredulously, "MY FAULT? You're the one who said we should go up in a tree!"

"You're the one who suggested this place; you said it was private!" he retorted.

"Well, sorry for not knowing that this was one of Percy and Annabeth's favorite make-out spots!" I said, sarcasm dripping off each syllable.

"I would've at least done my research!" Travis said.

I scoffed. "Yeah, right! The only thing you've ever researched is 'Ten Best Ways to be a Pickpocket'."

"Is not! Whenever I pick the place we meet, we don't have any problems!" On the last word, he gestured to the scene below us.

"We've never had any problems with my spots until today!" I said, defending my case.

"Exactly, you were the first one to slip up!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

"This isn't a contest!" I whispered-yelled in exasperation.

"Only if you don't want it to be," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What does that even mean?" I asked, totally confused. I was about to facepalm when... oh, no... I was tipping over! NO, NO, NO, NO! Travis tried to grab me again, but I'd gained too much momentum, and suddenly, we were both falling.

And that's how Travis and I died.

Just kidding.

We had only climbed about five feet up the tree, so the fall only resulted in a couple of broken bones, some nasty bruises, and seriously damaged pride.

Soon enough, word got out that Travis and I were literally "sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G". Seriously, if I heard that song one more time, I would kill someone. The worst thing was, Travis seemed to encourage this. He freely advertised the fact that we were dating…which, now that I thought about it, might not be such a bad thing after all. :)

Honestly, I liked it. Oh, BTW, does anybody have a picture of what Travis might look like, because I have NO idea. If you do, pretty please send it to me!

- Who's that girl? Who's that girl? Who's that girl? Who's that girl? ITS JAZZ! (Anybody watch New Girl? Cuz I do!)

Disclaimer: What, you think I'm a middle-aged man named Rick with gray hair and too thick eyebrows? NO. Just no. Okay?