I'm back with more Travis! So read on!
Disclaimer: As much as I want to, I don't own any of these characters, Rick Riordan does.
1. If you happen to be with a Cyclopes, ask them where they get there sunglasses, or any glasses.
It was a cool autumn day, the leaves swirled around the Big House, and the year round campers enjoyed themselves by the fire. Or at least that's what I'd imagine it looked like, I wasn't exactly at Camp Half-Blood. No, I was run down gas station, with my "amazing" brother Conner. He had gotten us lost. It was supposed to be a simple grab-and-go, but no, he got lost. The store was a mile away, let me repeat that, one mile, and he got lost.
"Where should we go now?" He asked me.
"I don't know, this wasn't my idea," I shot back.
"Dude, look at that," Conner told me. He pointed to a rusty telephone booth. I stared at him.
"Seriously, a telephone. No, if anybody's getting killed it's you, by me."
"Come on, I'll guard you," he pleaded.
"Whatever." I went into the phone booth and dialed Camp's number. It rang a few times before somebody picked up.
"Hello?"
"Katie?"
"Travis? What are you doing? Where are you?"
"Umm, Conner and I got a bit a bit lost, could you help us?"
"No! And why are you out of camp grounds?"
"No reason… And if you don't help us how are we going to get back? Please help, pretty please with cherries on top," I begged.
"I'll ask Chiron," she told me.
"TRAVIS!" Conner yelled. "Get out here." I shot out of the booth and saw a large female Cyclopes cornering Conner. She held a tree in her hands and looked like she was about to kill Conner with it.
"Hey!" I shouted, she turned around but then went back to Conner. Gods what had Conner done to get her so mad?
"Yo, Miss Mary, how much mascara you got on? A pound? Doesn't do much to hide all that ugly." She lumbered away from him to me. Got to keep her distracted I thought. "So Miss Mary, where do you get you sunglasses, can you even wear sunglasses?" I asked. Her only response was a roar. "Do you have a special someone? Is that why you have gallons of make-up on your face? Or is it just to hide hideous?" Her face started to turn as red as a fire truck. I saw Conner behind her, only a few more seconds of distraction. "So Miss Mary, what do you do for a living, are you a before picture in Cyclopes Glamour?" She lunged for me the second Conner stabbed her, dissolving into golden mist in mid-air. He grinned at me.
"Thanks man, but what were those jokes? Gods those were awful," He said. I just grinned back.
This is different than Chapter One, tell me if you like it more or less.