Title: Stoll's Tips On Everything

Summary: A list of tips the Stoll brothers would offer on particular situations.

So, welcome to my new story, and hi, this is Darkangelxx22xx, and yeah, this is my first time in making a humor story. So cut me some slack, review and, hopefully, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, especially not PJO and Phineas and Ferb,.

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Tips on love, part 1

3rd person's POV:

Sitting on a comfortable chair, at the back of the Hermes cabin, Travis Stoll was hunched down, writing something on a piece of paper for several hours on. Starting from breakfast and skipping lunch, he was so preoccupied in the morning. Several times, his cabin mates wanted to ask what he was doing. And often, of those times failed, for the dread of knowing what things he was up to again.

"Aha!" exclaimed Travis, raising his fist in the air triumphantly. He had just finished writing the first page of a book he wanted to write. He smiled to himself. 'Oh Travis, you're absolutely brilliant!' he thought.

A piece of paper lay before him, with only a few letters occupying the space.

"How To Get A Gurl

By Travis Stoll" it says.

Travis grinned ear to ear, too busy by admiring his handiwork. He was too busy admiring himself, that he didn't notice Connor walk into the room until his sibling was behind him.

Connor, on the other hand, had been busy this whole morning. Flirting with girls, beating a new kid at sword fighting, flirting with girls, riding a Pegasus, flirting with girls and lastly, lunch. Yeah, pretty much productive than Travis. And he even got a couple of memorandum for the morning's happenings. A couple of bruises here and there, a cut on the elbow and red lines that run across his face.

"What'cha doing?" Connor asked, emphasizing the doing part. Don't get him wrong, it was just not often that Travis wouldn't do anything without Connor. They practically do everything together.

"AH!" Travis shouted and fell off his chair. "Dude! Knock for once, will yah? And don't go and quote Phineas and Ferb all of the sudden will you?" he said, shaking his head and standing up.

Connor just shrugged.

"A.) I never know cause I live here too and B.) I won't stop quoting Phineas and Ferb because you asked me too." He said, and faced the piece of paper.

"Dude? Is that slap marks?" Travis yelled accusingly. Connor blinked, confused and Travis had to 'borrow' a mirror of his sibling to show Connor what he meant.

"Oh those. Yeah, got them from Jessie Agnes." He smiled sheepishly.

"That Ares kid? Whoa! What did you do Connor?"

"Broke up with her. Seriously, she was just too clingy."

"Dude, breaking up with an Ares kid and suffer minimal damage? Nice job! Couldn't have done better myself!" Travis said, amused. This made Connor break into a grin. "But, I thought you were dating Anna Rein in Aphrodite?" Connor's smile faded and was replaced by a 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' look.

"Keep up with the time bro! Didn't I just broke up with her this morning! Seriously, you were besides me!" he said. True, Travis was besides him. But little did he know, someone else was preoccupying Travis' mind.

"I guess." Travis rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe he was too busy admiring another girl to look at his brother's love affairs.

"Whatever." Connor concluded, seeing Travis wasn't in the mood for knowing his girlfriends for the day. "What were you doing before I interrupted anyway?"

"Nothing but the greatest book to ever be published." He boasted. Connor held up the paper and looked at it, scrunching his brows, trying to get past his dyslexic disorder.

"Dude, I'm dyslexic but I know you spelled 'girl' wrong." He said.

"What?" Travis asked and ripped the paper out of Connor's hands. Seeing he indeed spelled it wrong, he got a pen, crossed the misspelled word and wrote the correct spelling.

"There!" he again held it up. The paper was already crumpled a bit.

"Dude, 'greatest book ever to be published'? You don't even got the title write!" Connor laughed, tears forming in his eyes.

"Connor, do me a favor."

"Yeah?" he asked between fits of laughter.

"Shut up."

Travis glared at his sibling, but eventually, Connor did shut up. Seeing the quiet as an opportunity, he sat back to his chair, with Connor leaning against the table, and began the second page of his work, the tips itself.

After a while, Connor's dyslexic-ness acted up, and the words Travis wrote did not make any sense at all.

"Travis, could you read them aloud. My dyslexic is acting up." Connor shook his head.

"Gladly." Travis smirked at his brother's position and cleared his throat. "Ehem. Number 1: Be the perfect gentleman." Travis said dramatically and smiled. "No need for applause, knowing that I'm a genius is enough." He said and mocked bow.

"That didn't make any sense." Connor pointed out. "I mean, don't girls these days want those rebel types?"

"Connor, Connor. Dear foolish Connor." Travis said, shaking his head.

"What?" Connor asked, not getting what Travis wanted to tell.

"Girls like those bad guy approach, but I assure you, girls loves those perfect gentlemen." Travis said. "It's absolutely full proof. I guarantee."

Connor's eyes widen. "Are you sure this isn't one of your crazy, mixed up, practical jokes?" he asked uncertainly.

"I promise." Travis said and made a cross over his heart. Connor grinned, a smile that's identical to Travis'.

"Better test it then." He said and walked out of the cabin, looking confident as ever.

(Timelapssodon'tgetyourpantiesinatwist)

Travis sat crossed legged on the floor, facing the trunk of his sibling. This particular sibling of his, John Williams, was brought up in a rich neighborhood. If Travis could only get his hands on that universal remote, Hades knows what he could do.

Halfway through the lock, Connor came in, but he was too busy with the lock to look up.

"So, how'd it went?" he asked, concentrating hard on the lock. 'What is this stuff made from? Celestial bronze?' he thought as his attempt failed. But he didn't give up.

"You said it was fool proof." Connor said. But something in his voice told Travis that it didn't just go bad.

"What happened?" he asked, brows scrunched up on his task.

"Got slapped by 3 different girls and punched by a guy." He said.

"I told you to be a gentleman."

"I did try! I said things gentleman-like. Like "Can I chew that for you." or "I could wash your hands for you." or "I'll feed you if you want?" and other lines like that!" Connor whinned.

"I get it why you got slapped but I didn't know how you got hit by a guy."

"I could explain! He looked like a girl in the distance and I was totally hitting on her- I mean him! Honestly!" he yelled.

Travis chuckled.

"You said this was fool proof." Connor grumbled.

"I don't know. Results may differ?" Travis offered.

"Travis?" Connor asked and at the same moment, the lock clicked open. Triumphantly, Travis smiled and stood up.

"Yeah?" he asked, looking at his brother for the first time.

Connor had a huge black eye. His face was red with racing stripes and his expression was deadly.

"I give you 3 seconds to pray to dad before you visit Hades." Connor threatened.

"Oh! Look at the time! Got to go!" Travis said, and within those three seconds, he was out of the cabin.

"I'll kill you Travis!" Connor yelled back. And lets just say the day took so long for Travis, Connor, and a few unsuspecting campers.

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Good? I really can't tell. And it is short.

Oh, and review me your ideas on which tips they should do next kay?

So, it's up to you guys to tell me! Okay? So goodbye for now! I hope you enjoyed this!

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