Well, I love drabbles an I love tratie, so this was just waiting to happen! :) Okay, so this is how it's going to work: for each chapter, I'm going to choose a random word out of a hat, and write a tratie drabble about it! I'll keep going until I reach 101 drabbles. The drabbles aren't necessarily in order, and some of them will be about when they're not together, some about when they are together, and some about when they're grown up.

Hope you enjoy it!:D

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO:/

Monkey

"Katie, when we get married, I want a pet monkey," Travis told his girlfriend. They were lying on the grass and enjoying each other's company as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

"Okay, first of all, how do you know we're getting married? Second, are monkeys even legal to have as pets?" Katie asked incredulously.

"Justin Bieber has one," Travis commented, "And anything Justin Bieber has, I have."

"Oh really?" Katie asked, raising one eyebrow. "Name something you both have."

"Well, we both have totally awesome hair. Except for his is shorter an straighter and-"

"He probably washes his," Katie grumbled under her breath.

"Hey! I wash my hair!" Travis protested. "Smell it!" He held a lock of his curly brown hair out to Katie.

"Ew, no," Katie said. "Anyway, keep going with your comparison. I'd like to see what your two brain cells come up with."

Even though Travis and Katie were going out, it was hard to see that. Katie was always making jokes about his stupidity, Travis was always complaining about how uptight she was, and a bystander would probably tell you that they argued a lot. But to Travis and Katie it wasn't arguing, it was communicating.

Travis continued arguing. "But my hair is much hotter. Girls faint at the sight of it."

"I don't," Katie said flatly.

"You're different, babe."

"Will you stop calling me that?!"

"But it's fuuuunn!"

"But it sounds so…ugh!"

"Ugh is not an adjective, Katie dear."

"I'm surprised you even know what an adjective is."

"Believe it or not, I passed first grade."

"That must've been a miracle."

"It was. So, what pet do you want, Katie-kat?"

"A cat maybe. An American shorthair would be nice."

"Psssh, cats. So boring. Why have a cat when you could have a monkey?"

Katie sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Katie was just about to nod off to sleep, when someone tapped her shoulder. "Mrrgh," Katie responded. She didn't feel like waking up. It was probably Miranda wondering where the toilet paper was.

The person breathed in Katie's face. It smelled sweet and pleasant and comforting, like chocolate cake. This was definitely not Miranda. Her breath always smelled cold and hard, like super minty toothpaste.

"Don't forget about the monkey!" the person whispered in her ear.

In her sleep, Katie smiled.

Okay, guys that's it! I know, it was really short, but it's a drabble so it's supposed to be short :) Here are some random questions to answer (just for fun, and totally optional!:D)

you like this chapter? Was it good? Bad?

2. Dogs or cats…or monkeys ;)?

3. If you could invent any flavor of toothpaste, what would it be?

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