Hello! Yes, this is another Tratie fanfic. And just to warn you in this one Katie is OOC. But I wanted to make it so the older she gets the more she matures, and acts more like her mother. I hope you guys like it!
Summary: Basically it's all about Tratie, and how their relationship builds while Annabeth and Percy are out saving the world.
Disclaimer: I am a thirteen year old girl! Not Rick Riordan!
Chapter 1:
"Travis!" I yell, that's it, I've been putting up with his pranks for about a year now, but this was it.
"Can't catch me!" he screamed zig-zagging around the cabins and campers. I chased after him, trying to control the grass, but I still wasn't strong enough yet. All I could really do was nurse flowers back to life. I know, it sucks.
"I swear Travis when I catch up to you…" I trailed off.
"Are you alright Katie?" he asked sarcasm dripping through his words, "You seem angry!" I took off into a full out sprint. Soon I caught up to him, and tackled him to the ground. Quickly I pinned.
"Not the face! Not the face!" he begged. I smirked, and released him. He kept his eyes close. "Am I in the Underworld? Did I make it to Elysium!" He asked. I kicked him hard in the arm.
"Okay, okay not Elysium! The Fields of Punishment?" I bent over, and punched him in the stomach. Mom would not be happy with me if she found out what I just did. He gasped, and quickly sat up. He took deep breathes, his eyes where now open.
"I th-thought you w-were a daughter of D-Demeter," he says, his hands clutching his stomach.
"I am," I say, bending down so I'm level with him.
"I've never met a Daughter of Demeter who could punch so hard." I laugh.
"We are demigods you know."
"Sure, that doesn't mean we have the right to punch fellow demigods."
"It also doesn't mean that we have the right to spray paint other people's flowers," I spit the words out. He grins.
"Ah, come on, loosen up Kat. It was just a prank."
"Did you just call me Kat?" I ask. He smirks.
"Why? Do you like it?" I punch him even harder in the arm.
"Does that answer your question?" I ask.
"Jeez Flower-Power, you can really hit!"
"Flower-Power!"
"No more punching! No more punching!"
"You tend to repeat things Stoll, you do realize that right?"
"I do not repeat things! And Stoll? Very original Gardner." I raise my arm, ready to punch him again.
"No!" he shrieks, bolting up, and running straight to the Hermes cabin. I grin, it's fun to make him squirm, and so easy too.
That night at the campfire he comes bouncing right up to me, a little idiotic grin on his face. "You are not sitting next to me Stoll," I say. He sits down anyway.
"Guess what I heard Gardner?" he asks excitedly.
"What did you hear?"
"A new kid just came!"
"Really! Where is he?" I ask.
"Well, he's sorta passed out right now. But he killed a minoutar with his bare hands! Annabeth's taking care of him. Poor kid."
"Annabeth's okay."
"Yeah, but she can punch harder than you, found that out my first year." I grin.
"What did you do?" I prod.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Please Travis," I give him the puppy dog face.
"Fine. I thought it would be funny to take out all of the books, and laptops and stuff from the Athena cabin. Connor helped me move all of it one night. Annabeth went crazy. She told Chiron, she passed out flyers, she talked to the camp every night at campfire. Then one day, Connor cracked. He ran to the Athena cabin, and told Annabeth everything, except that he had been involved," I stifle a laugh, "Annabeth was on me in two seconds flat. I had a broken nose, a black eye, and she took me to the Aphrodite cabin so they could pretty-fy me."
"Pretty-fy?" I asked.
"The put me in a dress, that wouldn't come off for a week, high heels that wouldn't come off for two weeks. Also, they dyed my hair blonde, and that didn't come out for three weeks! And they put make-up on me that wouldn't come off for a whole month!" I whistle.
"Wow, she got you good. That's better than anything you could've done Stoll." He seemed really offended.
"It is not! I could've done much better!"
"Then why didn't you?"
"I was nine at the time!"
"Well you're only twelve now."
"For your information, I'm turning thirteen in week."
"Is that so?" I ask.
"Uh-huh, I'll be older than you Gardner."
"No you won't." He frowned.
"Yes I will, didn't you just hear me? My birthday's in one week!"
"Sure, but my birthdays tomorrow." He looked bewildered.
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"Mmm-hmmm."
"B-but, I'm supposed to be older than you! Your brother told me your birthday was September 20th!
"Nope, it's August 20th Stoll. Get your facts straight."
"Your brother lied to me!"
"Oh, and you don't lie to people?" I ask. He glared at me.
"Watch it Gardner."
"Ohhh, I'm really scared."
"Are you using sarcasm Gardner?"
"Noooo," I say.
"Yeah, you're using sarcasm. You're not as nice as the other Demeter kids." I put my hands on my hips.
"Yes I am, you just bring out the worst in me." He grins.
"It's my job."
"Well that has to be a sucky job then."
"It's fun when it's you."
"Why me?"
"You get angry so fast."
"I do not!" I protest.
"Denial," he sings.
"Move."
"What?"
"You heard me, go and sit with your brother and, Leave. Me. Alone." He shrugs, and stands up, he turns toward me.
"I will never leave you alone Gardner, get use to it." He leaves me sitting there with a puzzled expression on my face. I will never leave you alone, still bounces in my head as the Apollo cabin starts the songs.
Soooooo… how'd you like it? I won't know unless you review!