This story has been in my head for a long time, and it wouldn't let me work on my other story, so I wrote it down.

I hope you like it.

Chapter 1: The Prank

Travis's POV

I hurried towards the pavilion, the bitter wind chilling me through my dark jacket. I pulled the cords on my hood and ducked my head, trying to escape the cold. My shoes were already completely soaked from the wet grass.

When Connor and I had been planning this, we hadn't been expecting it to rain the whole day.

It's summer, I thought. Why is it so cold?

I looked up and saw the familiar shadow of my brother sitting on the pavilion steps. I raised my hand and waved to get his attention, and Connor waved back. When I finally reached him, Connor had already pulled out the duffel bags we had left there behind a bush the night before.

"Dude," Connor whispered when he looked up and saw me. He held up the duffle bags. "We are so lucky these are waterproof."

"I know," I agreed.

Most fathers give their son a signed baseball cap, or a ticket to a game for their birthday. On the morning of my birthday, I found two waterproof duffel bags at the end of my bed, with a note taped on one of them that said: use it wisely. I hadn't found a use for them until now.

A strong gust of wind suddenly blew my jacket open, and I shivered.

I looked up at the clouds above us—it looked like it was going to rain again. A sudden thought came to me—it wasn't supposed to rain in Camp Half-Blood at all, unless the gods were angry—Zeus in particular. That didn't make me feel any better.

"Connor, I don't think this is a good idea," I whispered to my brother.

He stopped going through the duffel bags, and looked up at me, surprise and disbelief written on his face. "You're kidding, right? This was your idea," He told me, crossing his arms.

"I know," I said impatiently. "But come on, Connor—it isn't supposed to rain here! Do you really want to mess with the Demeter cabin right now when their mother is probably already—?"

He held up his hand to stop me and shook his head. "You think Demeter did this?" He gestured at the sky. "It's most likely Zeus having a temper tantrum."

I looked up at the clouds. Usually, when someone insults the Lord of the Sky, their lives end pretty quickly.

"Well, you want to get Katie's attention, don't you?" Connor added.

I clamped my mouth shut as I felt my cheeks grow red. It was true, even though I denied it around the other campers. The only person that knew that I really did have a crush on Katie was my brother, Connor—well, the only person I would admit it to, anyway.

Connor was the only one that knew the real reason why we always pranked the Demeter cabin the most. Not because I thought it was funny, but because it was the only way that I could get Katie's attention.

"Yeah, but do you really think this'll work?" I asked, motioning to the duffle bags.

I was starting to regret ever coming up with this prank. A few weeks ago, it seemed like a great idea. Now, it looked impossible, and I was starting to see everything that could go wrong.

"Hey, first of all, this was your idea in the first place," He pointed out, irritation seeping into his voice.

"But—"

"And second, we already went over this, we'll be fine." He reassured me.

He picked up one of the duffel bags and tossed it at me before I could protest. I caught it with a groan.

Who knew that thirty chocolate Easter bunnies could weigh so much?

My brother was usually a pretty easy going guy, and he was already annoyed, so I knew that it wouldn't be good for my health if I pushed the issue. I sighed and pushed the strap of the duffel bag onto my shoulder.

"Okay, let's go," I told him.

*TCB*

Fifteen minutes later, Connor and I were crouched behind the Demeter cabin.

"Okay, we're here, what's the plan again?" Connor questioned, turning to look at me with some difficulty, since the heavy bag on his shoulder was throwing off his balance.

"Dude!" I whispered back, shaking my head. "How many times do we have to go over it? It has three steps! Three steps!"

"I'm just checking," Connor held up his hands. "Plus, you were the one that was so eager to do this last week when we were planning it."

I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to keep bringing that up? "We use the vines on the side of the cabin to climb onto the roof…" I started.

"Then we put the chocolate bunnies on the roof…" Connor continued.

"And then get back to our cabin without making a sound," I finished, annoyed. "Was all that really necessary?"

"Yep," He told me with a smirk. Then he grabbed the vines above our heads and started to climb. I followed him with a sigh.

The only thing harder than carrying thirty chocolate bunnies up a makeshift ladder made of vines is trying to make them stand upright on a foot-thick grass roof.

"Oh, come on," Connor grumbled, as the bunny he was trying to put in the grass fell over for the tenth time.

Another thing about my brother: he's easygoing, but he has absolutely no patience whatsoever. It's the same with most of us demigods—because of our ADHD, we can't concentrate on one thing for too long, especially my brother. I always wondered how Athena kids can have the patience to plan out all the projects that they do. If my brother tried that, he would probably lose it.

I looked over at Connor, and grabbed his wrist to stop his over-aggressive attempt to keep the chocolate bunny standing. After a few minutes, we finally figured how to keep it up, and by the time we were done covering the roof with the rest of them, the sun was just starting to rise.

I nudged my brother's shoulder. "We need to go," I whispered frantically.

*TCB*

"Aw man," Connor sighed, when we were back in our own cabin.

I dropped my duffel bag on the floor and turned to look at my brother. "What?" I asked. "Did you leave something behind?"

He shook his head. "Na, nothing like that. It's just—we didn't even get to admire our handiwork."

I smiled and shook my head. "We can admire our handiwork tomorrow, and see everyone's reaction to it then."

Connor threw himself onto his bed, and buried his head in the pillow. "I never want to see another one of those things again." He groaned, his voice muffled.

"What? A chocolate rabbit?" I asked shocked. My brother loved chocolate. I sat down on my bed, facing him. "It's chocolate! How could you say that you never want to see chocolate again?"

He turned his head towards me. "No, there's other types of chocolate, I just meant that I never want to see chocolate shaped like that again."

I laughed. "I'll make sure that everyone in our cabin gives you a chocolate rabbit for Easter then."

"The thing is, I know you're not kidding." Connor groaned. "I hate you."

I laughed, leaning back on my pillow. "I know you do." I told him. I was silent for a moment before I realized something. "Hey Connor?"

He looked at me, his eyes half closed with sleep. "Yeah?"

"Do you think this'll get Katie's attention?" I asked, looking at the ceiling.

"Dude," Connor lifted himself up with his elbow. "If this doesn't get her attention, nothing will."

I didn't say anything. My eyes were heavy with sleep, and I could already hear my brother's loud snoring. I just hope he's right, I thought, before drifting off to sleep.

*TCB*

The next morning, I woke to loud talking and yelling. At first, I thought it was two of my siblings fighting, then I realized the voices were coming from outside. That could only mean…

"Dude," I heard Connor whisper. "It worked."

I threw myself off my bed and started towards the door, Connor following right behind me. I was barely halfway to the door, when it flung open. Katie was standing in the doorway, hands at her hips, scowling at me. Chiron was right behind her, and he didn't look happy either.

"Travis," Katie said slowly, in a voice that made me back up, right into Connor. "Why is there over fifty chocolate Easter bunnies on my cabin roof?"

Uh, oh.

So, that was the first chapter. I think it's good, much better than the first chapter on my first story. I would appreciate it if you let me know what you think, it helps me improve my writing. Thanks for reading.