A/N: Ok, this is for the Bubble's Tratie Bet Challenge. This is the aftermath of the chapter 11s. That's 11 plural, by the way. Oh, this was so much fun to write! These two are hilarious!

Katie's POV

I woke up on something warm, feeling oddly peaceful and loving towards the world. You know, until I realized the 'warm' was Travis. Travis Stoll. And his arm was around me! EEEW times ten!

I sat up and punched Travis in the gut to wake him up.

"OW! Gardener, what was that for!"

"That was for putting your arm around me while I was asleep!"

"Is it really my fault my subconscious finds you totally hot?"

She blushed. Then glared at that son of a gorgon for making her blush.

"Wait a second… Travis, your brother is gonna get it as soon as I get off this bus."

"Why? Did he prank you without me? You're right, he is gonna get it!"

"Travis, you are a bonna fide IDIOT. No, he gave us Nyquil, made the bet a bust, and probably got some pretty good blackmail material."

His face went through about five changes in expression: Confusion, Realization, Anger, Thoughtfulness, and an Idea. He grinned at me and started telling me how we could get the pics from Conner.

His face looked sort of good when he let some intelligence shine through his cocky façade. Must be the reason why I never noticed his gorgeous blue eyes, and the way his mouth… Er, never mind.

"…Okay, than you sneak up on him, and put this sack on his head. Then after I push him down, than you tie his feet together with this rope. After that, I carry him down by that tree and we interrogate, blackmail, and maybe, hurt him until he gives us the pics."

" I MUST be tired if that sounded like a good idea."

"That, or I'm finally rubbing on you."

"Ummm, you mean rubbing off on you."

"Sure, Katie. Whatever you say."

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"Ahhhhhhh! Travis! Tell your girlfriend to get this sack off my heeeeaaaad!"

Wait…. Did he just call me Travis' girlfriend? Yuck.

"No can do, bro. This is all part of the plan."

And he didn't even bother to correct the 'girlfriend' comment!

"Aw, come on! She's tying my feet together!"

Darn right I am.

"Yeah. I taught her well."

Whatever.