This is the first chapter of a partner story about Travis and Connor Stoll. Enjoy.
Misery Loves Company
Chapter One
Life at Camp Half Blood was smooth. Easy. It had been sence the very first day Abellona Roberts arrived.
She had expected it to be hard when she was taken from her beach home in Miami, to adjust to the life of a demi-god. But it seemed she was very wrong. Most everyone at Camp was friendly, though she did get threatened by a very mean looking girl who she would later learn was called Clarisse, and who she was still rather frightened of. No one made fun of her for her name like people did back in California. (she even met some other campers who had Greek names, though she still much prefered being called 'Abby') She discovered how fantastic she was at archery; and she was claimed as the daughter of Apollo on her first day.
But none of that meant there weren't any hardships. The first, was loosing Lee. They had never been particularly close, but he was her older brother, and she cared for all her siblings deeply; even the few she didn't exactly get along with so well. Then came the Second Titan War. No one in their cabin, not even Will, who had been passed down the role of leadership, could help the utter grief that overflowed them all as they came back to camp; only to stare at the empty beds that once belonged to their now deceased siblings. So many- too many, were gone forever.
But as the months passed and the Gods fulfilled their promise, Cabin Seven began to refill with new campers. New brothers and sisters.
Abby pinned her golden-blonde hair into a loose bun on the top of her head as she walked along with the rest of her cabin to breakfast. As usual, the Dining Hall was barren of any other campers when they arrived; Apollo kids were the early bird of Camp Half Blood, after all.
As they chatted at their table, the other cabins slowly began to fill in their seats, groaning and rubbing at their eyes the entire time. One boy from the Demeter Cabin stumbled in his fatigue and nearly fell flat on his face as he walked by the Apollo Cabin; causing the entire table to burst out in uncontroled laughter. The boy glared at them and continued to follow Katie Gardner to their own table, uttering curses as he went. Soon, every cabin had arrived and breakfast had begun.
"Hey, Abby?" Will called her as they stood from their table.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think you could tell Elain about the whole 'tribute to the Gods' thing?" Will asked as he pointed to the brazier.
"Uh, sure."
Will smiled greatefully. "Thanks." Abby smiled back.
Elain was a new girl that had arrived at camp last night just after dinner all the way from Michigan, and was claimed by Apollo durring the campfire. She was thin and seemed very meek, but was over-all a total sweetheart. She must have been only a few years younger than Abby's fifthteen, but Elain still looked rather short for her age where Abby was at about averge height. Her hair was lighter, too; more platinum blond than gold. In fact, the only identicle traits they shared were their sky blue eyes and button nose.
"Make sure you take a little more than you plan on eating," Abby told her new sister as they loaded up their plates. Elain seemed as if she was going to question her, but instead turned back to the array of food and picked up another pancake. Once they were both done, Abby nodded her head toward the brazier. "Follow me."
There were three people in front of them when she spoke again.
"When you get to the brazier, pick out the best looking thing on your plate, and throw it into the fire." Elain gave her an inquiring look. "It's like a tribute to the Gods, so when you throw something in, just say 'Apollo', and you'll be good. Watch," Abby said as she stepped up to the brazier, and picking up one of her waffels, she whispered her father's name as she tossed it into the fire. She waited off to the side as Elain did the same.
"Good job," Abby told her, and Elain smiled as they made their way back to the Apollo table.
Abby and Elain sat on the end of the table along with some of the younger kids. Not that they choose to; in fact, Abby really prefered to stay out of the little kids' drama. But these are the consiquences you face when being the last ones at the table. Though, Abby did get to learn a lot about Elain when she sat across from her. Elain wanted to be a doctor, and found an escape in playing the piano. Abby herself wasn't really all that talented in any intrument, she prefered listening or maybe singing along over playing.
Breakfast was ending, and Cabin Seven had archery first. Abby loved archery. Sure, she was good at some other stuff; like arts and crafts and the climbing wall. But archery was her strong point. Almost every Apollo camper was strong in archery, but Abby liked to consider herself a professional. PAQ.
Pofessional Archery Queen.
The name wasn't quite official yet, but she thought it might be catching on.
"Abby!" Her older brother by four months (also knows as Tony) stood beind Elain, his hand on her shoulders and chest puffed out in a very confadent mannorism. "Are you gonna cry when I kick you're butt today?"
Abby smirked. "Tony, dear, you have it confused. You're the one that's gonna need a tissue when I dominate your high score." Tony and Abby were to two strongest snipers in the cabin, but Tony currently is the main sniper; a fact that he rubs in her face relentlessly while she sits in her beta possition. But Abby is hopeful. Maybe if she works really hard, and does even better than Tony, Will might premote her to Head Sniper. Then, she tells herself, she could die happy.
Tony snorted. "Yeah, right. Like you could ever catch up to me, Beta." Abby felt her face go hot, and she stood up so Tony couldn't look down at her anymore.
A thick, sticky substance exploded at the back of her head, and her siblings stared at her, wide eyed. Her hand reached up to feel the damage. Her hair was stuck to her head and neck, and her shirt was completely ruined as the syrup ran down her spine. She slowly turned her head, ready to pound the very life out of whoever did this.
Two identicle faces stared back at her, pure horror playing out on their elvish features. Although Abby had never officially met either of them, she knew exactly who they were.
The Stolls.
Travis and Connor Stoll were the pranking Kings of Camp Half Blood. No one was spared when it came to their mischief. Oh, and there was always mischeif. What Abby found facinating, was how they almost always got away with it. Although there had deffenitely been some pranks pulled on her cabin, Abby herself had never been targeted before.
She took a step toward them-
"Abby," Will's voice snapped at her and she haulted. "Why don't you go take a shower. Get cleaned up. We'll meet you at the archery range." Abby nodded and began walking to the showers, not giving the Stolls a second glance.
She hadn't even made it have feet out of the Dinning Hall when someone caught up to her.
"I am so sorry." Abby rolled her eyes. Of course it would be one of the Stolls. The brother that had fallen into step with her was tall and lanky, with unruly light brown curls and navy blue eyes that sparkeled with mischief; and he of course had inheirited the Hermes Family upturned nose and eyebrows. "Please believe me when I say that it wasn't meant for you."
"Oh?" Abby stopped walking and turned towards him. "And just who was it meant for?"
"Tony," He said, scratching the back of his neck nerviously "He was hitting on our baby sister. It was for revenge." Now that all the unclaimed campers were moved out, there was only one girl in the entire Hermes Cabin, and her brothers were very protective of thier baby sister. It would be very stupid to try to mess with her; of course Tony was prone to such idiocy. "Please," he started "I'll...I'll steal you a new shirt."
Abby sighed. "Well, okay. I guess you're forgiven, uh..." Having never met either of the Stolls, Abby had never learned which was which. People who knew them could tell them apart no problem; others used their height. It was common knowledge that the slightly taller one was Travis, but she could only tell who was taller if they were together, and perhaps back to back. Therefore, she had no idea who she was talking to.
"Connor," He, Connor, answered, sencing her minor distress.
She smiled. "Abby."
"Well Abby," Connor said giving her a cheeky grin, "You should probably go shower, and I'll get you that shirt." Abby smiled back and thanked him before walking back to her cabin to grab a change of clothes, and heading over to the showers.
Life at Camp Half Blood was smooth. Easy. And deffeniatly very interesting.