DISCLAIMER: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rick Riordan does. Nor do I own any of those cheesy lines. I only own my OCs.

A/N: Once again, I apologise in advance for any mistakes and OOCness from the canon characters. I'm not sure if this chapter is up to standards either. It's probably not really funny though. XD

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Fireworks Date

"You know," Ellie yawned as she was sprawled on the floor, resembling a starfish, "we should film people at camp." She stopped for awhile, as her half-siblings gazed at her somewhat tiredly. "And make a DVD for the summer-book."

"If you want," Hayley replied. "We'll see what we can get first before deciding anything."

It was past curfew, and the Hermes campers, being Hermes campers, of course broke the curfew rule. Snoring softly, little Aiden rolled over to his side, oblivious to the talk in the cabin. From the blanket which was covering him, the only thing visible from him was his messy tuft of blonde hair.

6 year old Alyssa smiled in her sleep, unaware that she had –in the midst of her sleep –kicked away the blanket keeping her warm. She was curled up in a little ball in the corner of the bottom bunk.

With a sigh, Travis jumped off his bed, towards Alyssa. A soft smile graced his face, as he pulled the blanket towards her chin. Many older campers had found themselves acting as parental figures to their younger siblings.

"Hey, daddy Travis," Connor spoke, careful not to wake the ones sleeping, "that could be you one day. Father of your own kids." He pretended to sob, wiping a non-existent tear. Quiet chuckles were heard throughout the cabin.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," he snorted in response.


About a dozen campers spread themselves out throughout the strawberry bushes bordering Camp Half-Blood. Skilful hands carefully plucked the plump, ripe red strawberries from where they rested, and into the woven basket.

Apollo pulled the sun across the sky. Or much more accurately, drove the sun across the sky, in the form of some sort of sports car. The sports car in which he changed on a weekly or sometimes even a daily basis, it all depended on which model he preferred that day.

Temporary shade cast itself down onto Camp Half Blood, as the sun was covered by a fluffy, cloud. Alyssa swore it looked like a unicorn, in her own words, "...a big, fluffy unicorn upside down in the bright, blue sky." However the rest of her siblings struggled to see the resemblance.

Travis stood up and stretched his limbs. He was bored. He glanced around. His blue eyes caught sight of someone – or in particular, a certain daughter of Demeter.

"Ah!" he yelled, catching the eyes of the nearby campers. His legs wobbled, as he flailed his arms wildly, trying to gain his balance. He wobbled towards her, and placed an arm around her neck. "Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?"

She slipped her head free, away from his embrace. And rolled her green eyes.

"No, but you can always ask Lord Poseidon to cause one under your cabin for you." She replied nonchalantly.

She returned to what she was doing, as she placed another strawberry into the basket. He sat down beside her.

"Oh, c'mon. Admit it, I've stolen your heart," Travis smirked. "Get what I did there? You know? Stoll and stolen, and the son of Hermes thing?"

She rolled her eyes again.

"Yeah, I did. You might want to get some better lines next time."

Something was heard among the strawberry bushes.

A rustle.

Yet, neither Travis nor Katie noticed this.

The sun's ray seemed to shine onto the two, as if Apollo was aware of the two of them together, and decided to cast down a spotlight. Right now –for a short amount of time –the two looked like the two main characters in a movie.

"Nu-uh. You just don't want to admit you've fallen for the charm," he said with pride.

"What charm?" she asked in amusement. "All I see is a bunch of strawberries needing to be picked."

"Stop taking things so seriously, Gardener. Lighten up!" He grinned.

A glint was present behind a strawberry bush, a red light near the glint.

"What do you want, Stoll?" She sighed. She had work to do, and Travis just seemed to be wasting time. There were hundreds of strawberries to be harvested and packed into boxes. But secretly, she enjoyed having Travis monopolise her time.

He pouted, before responding. "I just wanted to know, if you wanted to come to the welcome-back-fireworks-show thing with me." As an afterthought he added, "I'm addicted to yes and allergic to no. What do you say?"

For awhile she didn't respond.

And for every second of silence, it was putting Travis on edge.

"Sure," she answered, facing him. She tried to hide the smile, but Travis being Travis saw through it all. His grin widened.

"Awesome. I'll pick you up at 8," he answered with excitement. Maybe no one else noticed, but it had really taken Travis a lot time to muster up enough courage to ask her. His cheesy pick up lines on the other hand, was just his way of hiding how nervous he felt. "And a piece of advice."

"Hm?" She prompted.

"You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall," he trailed off as he ran, "…is in love with me!"

Katie Gardener face palmed. She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed that she knew a boy named Travis Stoll –who was her date for the fireworks show –or happy that Travis had finally asked her. She let out a laugh to herself, maybe it was the latter.

With another rustle, the red light was gone, and a certain sibling of Travis disappeared from view.


Travis Stoll was on his merry way to escort his date to the fireworks show.

Something caught his eye as he walked towards the light. He picked up the mini laptop from his brother's bed, and resumed what he was playing.

"What do you want, Stoll?" Katie Gardener asked him.

"I just wanted to know, if you wanted to come to the welcome-back-fireworks-show thing with me," he answered. "I'm addicted to yes and allergic to no. What do you say?"

Travis found himself feeling the same tense feeling he had felt earlier that day.

A silence blanketed the atmosphere.

"Sure," she answered.

He found it cute that she was trying to hide the smile. It put a smile on his face too.

He continued watching.

"And a piece of advice," he called out to her.

"Hm?" she waited.

"You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall…is in love with me!"

Only watching it afterwards, did Travis Stoll notice how lame his lines sounded. But right now, he was too jubilant to do anything else, but escort Katie Gardener to the fireworks show, and watch it with her.

He smiled, put the laptop back on Connor's bed and left.


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