Okay. Between Pink I and Pink II, there's gonna be this prank. Believe me, this is funny. Also, this is for Sorrow-Wing and FrostedFlakes0709. They wanted me to write this. FrostedFlakes wanted me to have some Tratie, too.

~CampHB


Ring! My alarm clock rang, making Connor and me both shoot up.

"Dude," Connor moaned, "Not cool."

"Today's the day that we're gonna whoope cushion every step Katie Gardiner takes!" I exclaimed and I jumped out of bed. "It's gonna be awesome!"

Truth was, I just really wanted to go the Demeter cabin to see Katie. Connor must've guessed that because he started singing.

"Travis and Katie sittin' in a tree," he teased. "K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, second comes marriage, third comes the baby in the baby carriage."

"Will you shut up, bro?" I hissed. "You're gonna wake up the whole cabin!"

Connor ignored me. Typical of him. Remember what they say, respect your elders. Did I mention that the older ones are hotter, stronger, and better-looking?

Connor interrupted my trail of thought.

"That's not all! That's not all!" he practically screamed. "Then comes the baby drinking alcohol!"

"Will you two idiots SHUT YOUR CRAPPIN' ASSHOLES!" Allison screamed. She looked like she was ready to rip someone to pieces. "I mean, it's bad enough waking up the whole entire cabin at 3 AM, but with your horrible singing? Puh-leeze!" she scoffed.

"For a daughter of Apollo that just got claimed," Connor began, giving her his 'look'.

Disgusting! Connor had a crush on her! Red Alert! Red Alert! Mingling with the Enemy!

"You really like to look in the negative side of things, Shortstop." He gave her his 'look' again.

I nearly barfed, and let me tell you, it's not easy vomiting on nothing. By now, almost the entire cabin was up to see the argument.

"You Americans are all idiots!" Allison screeched with her British accent. "I have no idea why I chose to spend one night in this cabin just to say goodbye to my 'friends'!" She stomped around as she packed up her belongings.

"Like you even have any," commented Connor.

Allison was already halfway out the door. She suddenly whipped out her bow and arrows and launched a volley of them into the cabin.

"Connor! Close the door!" I yelled, covering my head with my arms. I ran over to the opening and shut the entrance.

"Connor and Allison…" I couldn't help but take advantage to tease him.

"Stop," he fake-sobbed. "Can't you see my heart's broken already?"

"Don't worry, brother," I said dramatically to play along. "A good prank should cheer you up."


Outside of the Demeter cabin, we got the invisible whoopee cushions ready. I had sprinkled sleeping powder over our fellow Hermes cabinmates as well as amnesia dust to make them forget what they had just saw. Connor picked the lock to the door and took us to where Katie's bunk was.

For once, she actually looked peaceful. I couldn't help but stare at her strawberry-blond hair. Her pale skin had freckles splattered across her face. She tossed around.

"Tell Travis I love him," she murmured in her sleep. "Tell him I want to kiss him." I felt like I was floating on Cloud 9. I recorded her words. "Tell him…he's so cute…I want to make out with him."

Someone stepped in front of me. "Hello? Gaea to Travis. Gaea to Travis." I snapped out of my trance. Must. Stay. Strong.

Connor laid out the invisible cushions. They would only make the farting noise when Katie stepped on them. Katie and her beautiful feet…

"Okay, so we lay one here and all the way to the shower," I said. "Katie only uses that one." I pointed to the most flowery one. We started trailing the cushions.

"Bro, it's like you're a stalker." Connor shook his head. "How long did you spy on her?"

"What do you mean?" I struggled to talk straight-forward, trying to keep the excitement and anxiety out of my voice.

"Dude, you know where she eats, sleeps, takes a shower, does her make-up, you know all her activities…How long did your stalk her?"

"Uh…a few years?" I scratched my back.

"A FEW YEARS!" Connor screamed.

"Connor!"

"Oh, sorry." He toned down his voice into an excited whisper. "Travis, you're in SERIOUS love. You're already on Step 12 out of 13 at the least!"

"Say what?"

"Step 1," Connor said in a business-like voice. "You think you like the girl.

Step 2: You're sure you like the girl.

Step 3: You're absolutely, positively know you like the girl.

Step 4: You flirt, unsuccessfully I might add, with the girl.

Step 5: You think you're in love.

Step 6: You annoy the girl.

Step 7: You are absolutely, positively in love with the girl.

Step 8: You pull really big pranks on the girl.

Step 9: The girl thinks she hates you and yells at you, and you LOVE it.

Step 10: You stalk the girl.

Step 11: You're wishing you could kiss the girl.

Step 12: You're wishing you could make out with the girl.

Step 13: All the smoochin' and makin' love happen."

"Are you sure you didn't just make that up?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course. Now let's go see Katie fart."


Connor and I almost gave ourselves away. It was so funny, with even the slightest movement triggered the whoopee cushions. No one else could feel them of course, because of the way they were designed. Katie did look in our direction several times, but she missed us.

"This. Is. The. Best. Prank. Ever," Connor said between silent uncontrollable fits of laughter.

Suddenly, Katie's face looked brighter, like when she has a devilish plan. She bean jumping up and down really hard on the whoopee cushions, enough to break them. Connor flinched. These whoopee cushions cost 1 billion drachmas each AND they were very rare. But our funny, nice, and smart dad (and hot, but not as hot as me) gave these to us for free.

"I can't believe she's actually doing this," Connor moaned, tears pooling up in his eyes.

"You're gonna give us away, bro. Be strong. Stay strong."

After about the tenth whoopee cushion was reduced to a pile of invisible scraps, Connor raced out of our hiding spot and screamed, "STOP!"

"Aha! I knew it was you, Travis!" Katie exclaimed.

"Don't worry. Poppa's got you. It's okay. We'll fix you babes up," Connor sobbed.

I put my hands up in surrender. "Okay." I flashed her what I hoped was a brilliant smile. "I admit it, it was me."

"How do you know what shower I use? What bed I sleep in? Which activities I have?" She brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Hmm?"

I thought she looked hot.

"Answer me, Stoll," she barked.

"I've been stalking you for two years," I said, giving her my flirtatious trademark smile.

"Wipe that grin off your face, Stoll." She looked so cute when she was mad. "Do you know how annoying it is to hear a fart every time you walk? You make me want to rip my hair out."

"Please don't," I pleaded. "It's too beautiful."

"What in Hades?" she cried indignantly.

"Never mind. Continue." I couldn't believe I said that.

"I hate you Travis Stoll!"

"Ten billion golden drachmas!" Connor cried.

"Really? 'Cause this recording says something different." I fished out the tape. 'Tell Travis I love him. Tell him I want to kiss him. Tell him…he's so cute…I want to make out with him.'

Katie's face turned red. "Where. Did. You. Get. That." she demanded through clenched teeth.

"Oh," I said casually. "You were sleeptalking."

"All that money!" Connor wailed hysterically.

"Give me that!"

I side-stepped her. "Katie, Katie, Katie," I mocked. "Never fight someone with the upper hand."

She stepped closer to me. Her hair was touching my face. I wanted to lean down and kiss the soft peach-colored lips so badly. I reached to touch her cheek.

"What are you doing?" she snapped.

"Nothing."

I bent down and impulsively placed my mouth against hers, tasting her sweet lips before withdrawing, grabbing Connor by his shirt, and running for my life if I valued it, which I did.


"Poseidon's teeth! What did you do to make her so mad?" Connor asked as we made a beeline for the woods.

"Uh, I kinda kissed her."

"Kinda? That really kinda pissed her off!"

"I know, I know," I muttered.

"Get back here, Travis Stoll!" Katie yelled. "You coward! Stupid Hermes kids!"

"Stupid Demeter kids are more like it," Connor whispered.

Suddenly, tendrils of grass grasped at our feet. I tried to shake them off, but they held Connor and me to the ground, like we were standing on a patch of SuperGlue. Katie finally caught up with us. She stood glaring, hands on hips.

"You guys are in so much trouble."

"Yeah, right," Connor snickered. "Like you're gonna beat us up alone. And if you ever asked Clarisse, I bet she would beat you up instead."

Katie's devilish grin came up again.

"Uh, you're not right?" I smiled nervously.

"CLARISSE!" Katie shouted. "I NEED YOU TO BEAT UP THE STOLL BROTHERS FOR ME!"

Clarisse came running out of her cabin, her spear raised to throw at anyone that tried to attack. When she realized that she was the only one out besides us, she lowered Maimer.

"What?" she asked, coming towards us.

"I need you to beat up the Stoll Brothers."

Clarisse grinned. "Sure thing." She cracked her massive knuckles before turning to us. I gulped. "Be prepared to die."


Okay, we didn't literally die, but it felt like death. Not only Clarisse tortured us, but other cabins did, too. Katie tied us to a tree, and Clarisse started poking at us with her electric spear, Maimer. It sent shocks up us, numbing out legs, arms, feet, hands, you name it. She even poked us in the 'place' with her spear point.

Then the Aphrodite cabin decided to have some fun because first, they owed the Demeter cabin a favor, and two, they decided they had enough with us. Also, everyone thought that they gave the best torment for boys, especially. Instead of the makeup punishment that they used before, they put a curse on us that made us wear horrible outfits. I was sure I would end up in the Guinness World Records book as the Worst Dressed Man.

Connor didn't suffer that much damage. Sure, he had to walk around in a mini-skirt, tube top, and heels for a day with two pigtails, but I bet that wasn't so bad compared to me. The Aphrodite cabin insisted on smearing makeup on me.

I was tied to a chair while they applied green lipstick. They outlined my eyes with blue mascara and black eyeliner. They coated my lids with sparkling lavender eye shadow and plucked my eyebrows so that they looked curved, delicate, and…not to be racist…feminine. Then they applied bright red blush onto my cheeks.

Some girls took off my shoes and painted my nails and toenails a deep black. They added skulls, hearts, and bones onto the nails.

"Let's make him a fairy!" a camper squealed.

That's when the torture got really excruciating. They added stuck on fake jewels and swirled them into a pattern from my eyes to my neck. They sprayed me with body glitter and body mist. I almost barfed since I smelled like a girl. That's when the outfits came. In the end, they decided to curse me to wear the most disgusting, atrocious, hideous outfit a man could ever wear. The Aphrodite cabin said that the only way I could break the spell was to make up for what I lost. That made absolutely no sense at all.

I wore a black bikini studded with jewels. The cups were cut really low, so if I had boobs, it would look really revealing. I wore a black thong that covered most of my private. They forced me to put on a hot-pink tutu that flounced up and down when I walked. I had to wear lacy black fishnet tights. My hair was magically made to grow longer, and they styled it into those weird poofy hairdos that the French women used to wear in the 1800s. The shoes. They were at least six inches of heels, and they laced all the way up to the middle of my thigh. They were a ghastly white. As much as I tried to trip myself and plummet to my death, the shoes wouldn't let me.

When they finished, they stood back to admire their handiwork.

"Perfect," an Aphrodite camper had said.

Then they stuck giant, glittery, hot-pink wings onto my back and pushed me out the door. It was complete humiliation.

Everyone was laughing at me when I went back into my cabin. The shoes made me too tall, and I kept on hitting my head. That night, I couldn't sleep and went to the beach.


To my surprise, Katie was there. She was sitting on a sand dune, staring out to the waves.

"Boo." I sat next to her.

"Hi," she said. Then she ignored me.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry, okay?"

"Ha!" she scoffed. "Why should I believe you?"

"Look, Katie, I really am."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Katie…"

"You aren't the one being pranked, Stoll."

"How can I make it up?"

She hesitated. "Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me. Don't you want that so badly?"

"Uh, yeah."

I raised her chin up. She stared into my eyes.

"I love you, Katie," I whispered. I placed my mouth against hers and gently kissed her. She leaned into me and deepened the kiss. I ran my fingers through my hair. She placed her hands on my six-pack abs and hugged me closer.

When we broke away, she smiled to herself.

"What?" I asked.

"You just made my day, and that doesn't happen normally."

"Normally."

She laughed. Her voice tinkled like bells. "Your clothes are back to normal."

It was true. I was wearing a Camp Half-Blood t-shirt again and cutoffs. So that was what the Aphrodite cabin was talking about.

"Be my girlfriend?" I asked Katie.

"Always," she answered. Then she leaned into me and we fell asleep together.


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~CampHB