AN: So here's the next chapter. Hope I didn't make you wait to long. On a completely random note, do you ever notice that guys run their hands through their hair a lot? Thought I'd share that :P.

"Shaving cream?" Travis arched an eyebrow, bunched up the quilt that he still had from his mom, and threw it in the corner of his bottom bunk. He was sure that there were a few pins left from the sewing process (it was also kind of itchy), but the blanket smelled like his mom, and even though he'd rather not admit it, he missed her dearly, "Been there, done that. How elementary."

It was a scorching August afternoon, and all the Stoll brothers had been doing for the past hour was brainstorming pranks. It wasn't easy, especially when you're dripping with sweat. It was so hot that all Camp activities had been canceled.

"Dude, do you have any better ideas?" Connor asked (rather condescendingly in Travis's opinion).

He flopped down onto the, only slightly, cooler floor and shrugged. The cabin was beginning to reek like sweat along side the usual mothball and pine. If only they could hot wire the camp van and get some Fabreez (Chiron had put some magic curse on it; trust him they tried), "It's too hot to think. Lets go to the lake."

"That's the best thing I've heard today."

They sluggishly walked through the cabin area until the beach was in sight. Well, actually, it was so crowded that you could only see the people who were at the beach. Everyone was there, from Piper to Clarisse to even Percy Jackson himself (on a vacation from New Rome). Travis could imagine him groaning to Annabeth, "Why did we leave temperate California for this hellhole". There was a slight breeze when they arrived, barely noticeable, but enough to rustle his hair. It was invigorating on a day with such a heavy, still atmosphere.

No one had seemed to notice them. Travis supposed it was because everyone seemed to be doing something. There was a hoola-hooping contest, people were sunbathing, swimming, singing, laughing, and screaming. One kid had brought out a stereo, from gods knows where. It was blasting Rihanna.

Connor jabbed him in the side. Surprised by the sudden jolt, Travis tripped over his feet and fell into the (thankfully) soft sand.

"Ouch," he hissed, "What was that for!?" Connor chuckled, and boyishly ran his hand through his hair.

"You stood there looking at an umbrella for like two minutes, it was getting wierd."

Travis grimaced, "Oh, yeah. Sorry, I was just… distracted. Anyway lets have some fun."

It only took them half an hour, and two bottles of paint to make everyone mad. Good prankers know how to work efficiently, but well. The best part no one had seen them, thank Hermes for their speed.

"Agghh! That was my favorite dress!" Squeaked an Aphrodite kid, "Who did this?"

"Is it even a question? Obviously if was the Stoll brothers." Another kid yelled.

"That's not possible. They aren't even here!"

He snickered from under the table someone had brought out. Connor and him had decided to hide separately to watch the pandemonium.

"I knew you'd be here."

Travis jumped, banging his head. Katie Gardner had crouched next to him, her head tucked in-between her knees. She looked bored. And cynical. He swallowed, Adams apple bobbing.

"Do I get a five second head start?" He stuttered, mouth drying, palms sweating.

She tapped her finger to her chin, mocking him, "Sure."

He bolted from under the table. About a second after he left, Katie jumped up screaming, "Stoll!"

"Cheater!" He yelled back.

She childishly stuck her tongue out, and flipped her hair, "Since when do you care about rules?"

Travis weaved through the crowd, which had just begun to come out of its daze. There was only one place the chase would stop, the Hermes Cabin. The wind created by running whipped through his hair, and caused the camp beads around his neck to dig uncomfortably into sensitive skin. Thankfully after many years of running–most of the time away from angry crowds or Katie–Travis had immense stamina.

No one batted an eye when he burst, panting, into Cabin 11. Julie, his half-sister, was reading on his bed (she read so much, at first everyone had thought she was a daughter of Athena). He plopped down next to her, causing the old bead to quiver, and tucked his legs up. He was embarrassed. How could a daughter of Demeter have caught him; that was insulting, especially because it had been Katie. Connor would never let him hear the end of it.

Travis was going to get his sweet revenge (mind you without his brothers help–not that he would even consider Travis a brother anymore after today), and she wouldn't even know what hit her.

"Julie," He questioned, "Would you do me a favor? I need help… on a prank."

Her gaze was intense for a nine year old, and filled with intrigue. He knew why, to be invited to join a Stoll prank was rare. It was a club comprised of very few people. She pursed her lips, "What would I have to do?"

"Say you'll join, then I'll tell you," he insisted.

Travis figured Julie was too curious to refuse.

She folded the corner of the page doggy style, and frowned, "Why would I agree to do something before I find out what it is? That's stupid."

He smirked, "Your too curious now. You want to know what I'm planning."

There was pause, which felt like an eternity–he was ADHD remember? Travis knew she was assessing all her options. The pounding on the door had started right on cue (people did that a lot; he was surprised there were no dents). She picked at her nails, and shifted around nervously, probably both because of the noise and his offer.

"So?" he prompted, while rolling his shoulders to stretch.

"Fine, but I have a few terms and conditions. Nothing embarrassing or stupid." That would be easy. Anyone who had half a brain knew Stoll brother pranks were never stupid, well, almost never. If you ignored the one with the bear suit. Never again.

He smirked, "Deal."

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