This story is doing actually great for the first chapter. I'm not a person who actually responds to reviews, but I feel it would be a good change.
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Connor grumbled something under his breath and glared back at the couple. Travis and Katie were walking, hand in hand, to the gods know where. The fury in his blue eyes softens and Connor heads towards his cabin, a sad sigh escaping his lips.
All most everyone knew Travis had something more than a crush on the daughter of Demeter. Even though Katie always had denied, Miranda Gardiner, her sister, told Connor that Katie told her that she liked spending time with Travis. Though the aftermath for the chocolate bunnies on the Demeter cabin roof was a bit messy and it ended with the Stoll brothers in the hospital for a month.
Connor glanced into his duffel bag. Man, all the pranks he would have been able to do with his partner in crime who, unfortunately, was having some next romantic breakfast at the fanciest French place in New York.
Calm yourself down, Connor, he told himself. Travis doesn't know what he's missing. Well, he won't know unless you do something unforgettable. Connor scowled and passed Lou Ellen, her violet eyes shining when they saw him. "Hey Connor, where's Travis? I need to ask him something and I was-"
Facing Lou, Connor stopped walking. "He's on a date with Katie," Connor replied. Lou was cool and Connor sort of liked her. As a really good friend, of course. Maybe she would prank with him.
Lou Ellen frowned. "Oh. Thanks, Connor. When he gets back, tell him to wear armor because my cabin and I will send his butt to Tartarus." Then she sprinted off and Connor started thinking of the differences between him and his brother.
Travis was taller. Travis was really good with a sword, he wasn't. Travis was a ladies' man, he wasn't. Travis was the better pranker out of the two. Travis was the better thief out of the two. Travis was-
Connor flicked himself so he would stop thinking these negative thoughts. He was pretty sure that the goddess Nemesis was somewhere, giving him a migraine because he may or may not have put a rabid weasel in her kid's pillowcase. Jon gave him a wedgie!
He finally reached the Hermes cabin and Connor flopped onto his bed and mentally groaned. Why was his life so horrible? Right, because he's a demigod. Closing his eyes, Connor slowly drifted into sleep…
…to be woken by muffled sobs. Slowly getting up, Connor checked the clock with the dollar sign Luke had stolen from some high tech mall. It said 12 p.m.
Crap, Chiron was so going to yell at him this time. Yawning and rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he glimpsed at who was crying. It was his half-brother, Chris Rodriguez. Why that big guy would cry, the Fates would know. Maybe Clarisse would know.
Connor ran a hand through his brown hair. He didn't want to leave his brother in this state. On the other hand, Chris probably wouldn't want to talk about it. Then again, Travis was really good at getting people to open up about their feelings…
That got Connor ready, though he was angry at himself for being jealous. In one smooth move, Connor was sitting next to Chris on his bunk, a smile on his face. "What's up, best friend? Is there something you want to tell little old Connor here? Because he's always free and wants a good reason for Chiron not to yell at him and-"Chris stopped sobbing and turned to glare at him.
"What do you want, Connor? If it's nothing, go annoy Travis and leave me alone." Somehow, Connor didn't feel offended. He was a son of Hermes, after all.
"What did Clarisse do?" Chris looked at him, his glare disappearing.
"She…said…we should break up." With that, Chris broke into sobs again and Connor awkwardly patted his shoulder.
"There, there, big guy. Connor's here and so tell me what happened." Chris wiped his tears and looked to his younger brother and Connor had to do everything not to crack a smile. (It was funny.)
"Connor, swear you won't laugh and I'll tell you." Connor nodded. "On the River Styx, bro." Chris sighed and Connor patiently waited.
"After Clarisse beat Percy sparring today, I gave her a real kiss in front of everyone, to show I was really happy. I didn't know that she was in a bad mood and beat Percy in anger. I was really lucky not to get my face punched in that day if her siblings didn't hold her back. Clarisse said I was being too romantic and since she's not a person for public affection, she said she wanted me to talk to her after I become more mature."
"Basically, she called you a child and broke up with you and wants you back after you become a better boyfriend," Connor summed up. Chris didn't look as pleased as Connor did though.
"Are you here to make me feel better or worse? Because it's not really working."
Connor ignored his brother, who was trying his best not to stare at Connor, who was thinking really hard. (I know, right? Since when did Connor know how to think?) Chris started to get a bad feeling when a mischievous gleam came into Connor's blue eyes. Right now, Chris was really glad he was a son of Hermes and not a child of another god.
"Well, Clarisse said she wanted to talk to you when you become mature, right?"
Chris raised an eyebrow. His brother, who was ADHD personified, was actually paying attention? "Yeah?" Chris answered, confused and worried.
"Well then, buddy, let's go show her what 'mature' is all about. After this, remind me to yell at you and the rest of our siblings for not waking me up. Are you ready?" Connor was about burst when Chris nodded.
"Perfect. I bet Leo I would be in the infirmary with my brother."
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"Are you sure she'll like this?" Chris was reading the Greek warnings, which, with the pictures, didn't sound or look safe. Connor would like it if Chris would shut up right that second. If you wanted to impress a girl, you should get on their last nerves. Travis thought him that, of course. Connor wondered where his brother was. Probably kissing Katie on a Ferris Wheel or something.
The two boys were behind the Ares cabin, invisible. (Chris managed to steal Annabeth's special cap and Connor officially owes Lou Ellen thirty drachmas for a stinkin' potion. According to Leo, he would've have gotten a better deal from Medea.)
"Yeah, of course she will. What kind of girl doesn't like bright colors?" Connor was glad he stole Lou Ellen's special goggles that allowed him to see invisible things when she went to get the invisibility potion. (Shh! Don't tell her unless you want Lou Ellen to rip Connor into pieces. That raven haired chick could be terrifying sometimes.) Since she had an extra pair, Connor stole that for Chris.
Looking for any attackers and seeing nobody, Connor motioned Chris forward and the two walked stealthily inside the Ares cabin. Connor opened the door. Well, tried to. Of course Clarisse would lock it. Cursing, Connor put his hand on the lock and felt the gears turning when they felt the son of Hermes power. The door lock unlocked and the two entered, immediately locking the door after them.
"Well, Clarisse loves red and only red," Chris hissed as soon as they were inside. Connor snorted. "You make her sound like a vampire. 'OM gods! I love red so much! What's the reddest thing in the world? Blood!'" Chris glared at Connor as he took the Yankees cap off.
"Don't talk about my girlfriend like that, Connor, or I will break your neck. Understand?" Conner rolled his eyes, nodding, and opened his duffel bag. "Chris, where's her bunk?"
Chris looked confused. "What makes you think I would know?" "Gee, maybe because you're her boyfriend?" Chris blushed. "We didn't do it."
"Uh huh, sure."
"Stoll, I'm serious about breaking your fu-"
"Thank you, bro. Feel the love already. Just point me to her bed and you can set up the bucket."
Chris reluctantly pointed to a bed in the corner, next to a window. Taking off his goggles, he checked to see if he was still invisible. Since he was, he put the goggles back on. Connor pulled the mini magical whipped cream aerosol can from his pocket. Pressing the bottom slightly, it grew into a normal can size. Connor grinned and removed the pillowcase.
With a face of an evil scientist, he started spraying the case with… green slime. If you expected Connor freaking Stoll to have a magical can labeled 'whipped cream' and have it spray whipped cream, then you obviously forgot he was the son of the sneaky and cunning Hermes. That also means you need an appointment with a doctor, just in case you forgot who we were talking about.
After filling the case halfway with slime, he twisted the bottom and sprayed the rest with whipped cream this time. It was magical, after all.
Just for that special effect, he dug his hand into the duffel bag and reached for a handful of glitter and sprinkled it over the whipped cream. Perfect.
Smirking, Connor carefully sealed the case and put the 'pillow' part under head.
"Hey Chris, how much more time until the Ares kids get back from archery with Chiron?" From Chris's expression, he knew this was bad.
"Twenty to ten minutes tops. You done there?"
"Mission completed. How about you?" Chris smirked and pointed to the top of the door. Somehow, a full bucket was perfectly poised on top of the closed door. Some children of Hermes magic, I guess. Connor couldn't help but whistle.
"Impressive. Are we missing anything?" Chris scanned the list while Connor zipped the duffel bag. "Um, let me check. Bucket, pillow, button, mirror, ballons… Nope, everything covered." As soon as he said that, the two of them heard voices heading towards the cabin.
"Clarisse, you could've have made the shot if –"
"Shut up, Sherman. Next time, I'll shoot at you, punk, and maybe I might actually make it." In one swift jump, Chris locked the door again and put Annabeth's hat on and Connor pulled Chris's hand, the both of them diving to go underneath the bed closest to the door.
Connor took the goggles off and saw his tanned skin slowly appearing. Crap, the potion was wearing off. Still, he put the goggles back on. He turned to face the left, the side Chris was in and the two had a silent conversation with their eyes. They heard the sounds of footsteps getting closer.
You said twenty to ten minutes.
Clarisse hates archery. You know that as well as the whole camp does.
Chiron's teaching, stupid. If this fails, it's all your fault.
Whose brilliant idea was this, Sherlock? I'm not the one who wanted to prank my girlfriend.
You agreed to it. Besides, I was trying to help you feel better. I don't want the our cabin to get a bad rep because
The both of them looked at the door. The handle twisted and as soon as the senior counselor (Clarisse. Duh.) entered, the bucket spilled on top of her. A thick, black liquid (oil) covered Clarisse and it took Connor everything not to laugh his butt off. The rest of her siblings stared at Clarisse in shock and when one of the girls walked forward, she accidently pressed on a button and a bag of feathers popped and it covered the oil covered, fuming daughter of Ares. With the goggles, Connor saw that Chris was choking back giggles.
Smiling, Connor shifted his gaze back to the shuddering Clarisse. "This is the work of a Stoll," she growled. "No one else would be daring to do this to a daughter of Ares."
One of the brunettes looked around the cabin. "What makes you think your boyfriend wasn't behind this?" Clarisse pointed to the mirror and Connor strained to look at without getting caught.
HAHA! LOOK IN THE MIRROR TO SEE YOUR BEAUTY!
FROM YOUR BEST FRIEND, C. STOLL
It was written in a bright red lipstick.
Connor turned to Chris, who wouldn't meet his gaze. "Why, bro?"
Chris shrugged. "I don't want her to break my neck."
"She will if we don't get out now." Already Clarisse was heading out the door, her spear in hand. Chris took out a remote and pulled a lever down. Balloons exploded outside the window and the whole cabin rushed towards there. As soon as they ran away, the two boys grabbed their stuff and made a dash for their cabin.
"Clarisse, there he is!" Since Connor wanted to die at a ripe old age, (preferably after being married to Lou Ellen. It could happen, right?) he grabbed the invisibility hat off of Chris's head and placed it on his own, so that Chris was the one invisible.
"CHRIS! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU WILL WISH YOU WERE DEAD!" Even though Clarisse couldn't see him, Connor ran with Chris anyways, even though he could have ditched him when Chris threatened, "Connor. You. Are. Dead." Connor managed to drag Chris into the Hecate cabin, where a very shocked Lou Ellen greeted them.
Hey, what were brothers for?
But, because of this, Lou Ellen found out Connor's kisses were worth more than thirty drachmas.
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Since I like typing, I updated. I just thought it would be nice to have a story not with both of the Stoll brothers for a change and I immediately thought of Chris. I hope you enjoyed. Next one is Calypso and Zoe (they are related, people), though I do requests. Thanks.