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You guys better be grateful! I'm losing nice and warm shower time to type this up! T-T But for reviews, I'll happily lose some shower time to read 'em! Okay, so I'm getting a lotta variety (Gigi, yours really didn't help). So this'll be a tough decision . . . and I'm sorry for the cliffie, I hate those too, but I had to update, and I wanted to make people interested! So . . . yeah. Enough babbling, on with the story!


"Good morning younger brother!" Travis said, getting Connor in a choker hold and giving him a noogie. Connor immediately backed away (or rather, tried to).

"What is wrong with you!" he asked. Then narrowed his eyes in a mock serious way. "Is it that time of month again?"

Travis rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Of course it is. How? Because I took a special surgery to become a girl."

"But what about Katie then!" Connor gasped. "And how come you never told me! I thought we were bros! Er—now bro and sis!"

Travis slapped him upside the head while having a light blush spread across his cheeks.

"One, what about Katie? Two, you sikko! Gods . . . seriously?" he asked.

"Yes, seriously. And you know, Katie. Katie Gardner. The same Katie you're in loooovvve with!" Connor rubbed in, making kissy face motions.

Travis punched him (again with a blush) and said, "I do not 'loooooovve' Katie. What would give you that idea?"

"On the day before the fireworks last year, you kept going in front of the mirror, combing and redoing your hair, saying, 'You can do this. You can ask out Katie. You can—"

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Travis interrupted. "Plus, how do you know I'm talking about Katie Gardner? For all you know, I could have been talking about Katie Gonzalez in the Apollo cabin! Or maybe Katie Lúvett in the Aphrodite cabin!"

"Psh, it's always Katie Gardner! You even said her name in your sleep!"

"Well, what about Amanda Reynest from the Apollo cabin, huh? Or as you like to call her, Mandy."

Connor blushed a little, which of course Travis noticed, and made him point his finger at him.

"Ha! I knew it! See, I knew it!" Travis boasted, doing a happy dance. "Uh huh, oh yeah, I'm right, I'm right! I'm always right!"

"No you're not!" Connor protested. "You're wrong most of the time!"

"Nuh uh! Amazing hotilicious people can never be wrong!"

"Exactly why you're always wrong!"

"What! I'm totally hotilicious!"

"Puh-lease! In your dre—"

"IF OUR LOVELY CABIN LEADERS CAN STOP BONDING ALREADY," one of the younger Hermes kids (Josh? . . .) interrupted, "CAN WE PLEASE GET SOME BREAKFAST!"

Connor and Travis looked at each other, and Connor said, "Sure . . . let's go. Line up!"

Travis

I was hoping to make Connor forget about the Prank off for a bit, just so we can eat breakfast normally. Why? Because I love and miss my younger bro.

. . . . .

HAHAHAHA! Yeah, right. I've known him all his life, so puh-lease. Psh. I don't miss him. I just wanna get his guard down so I can pull the BIG PRANK, as I like to call it. This is gonna be fun. Insert smirk here.

When we got to the dining hall, every other cabin was already there. Ours immediately got into line and started getting food and filling their plates, then making sacrifices.

When it was my turn to sacrifice something, I dropped an omelet and a couple strips of bacon.

Dad, I thought. PLEASE help me succeed in pranking Connor.

The food smelled awesome when I dropped it in, so I was thinking that maybe Dad heard me. Then again, maybe Connor prayed for the same thing, so who knows who'll win this contest? Oh yeah, I do. And who's gonna win? You're talking to him. Er—listening to him.

When Connor was explaining to one of our brothers (I think his name was Matt . . .) how to get away with a prank or a steal without getting caught, I poured the vial that the Hecate cabin gave me into his chocolate milk, then the rest in his cereal.

As soon as I finished pouring, I put the bottle into my pocket, and did the "Shh" motion to any of my half-brothers who saw. I then proceeded to eat my breakfast while staring at Katie on the Demeter table.

I MEAN, THINKING ABOUT WHEN TO PRANK HER—I mean, her cabin next, heh heh. It's not like I like Katie. Psh, of course not. At all. Never. She's too stiff and stuck up and WAY too uptight about the rules. She gets angry at me and Connor, even though she looks really cute when her face turns red like that and—

. . . never mind. I'm not helping my point. So yes, maybe Connor was a LITTLE right about me liking Katie. But he was TOTALLY lying about me panicking last year before the fireworks! Heh heh, yeah . . . and anyone else who agrees with him, is also lying.

. . . moving on, soon, Connor was done explaining, so he ate his cereal, while I was thinking, Score! Yes! Score one for the totally fantabulous awesome hotilicious god Travis!

I waited for the effect to take over when he drank all his chocolate milk and finished his cereal.

Three, two, one, and . . . .

"BAWK!"

Everyone in the dining hall jumped, and turned around at the exact same time (seriously—freaking scary how they do that) to see Connor. Well, not 100% Connor, but . . .

"Bawk bawk BA-KAWK!" the chicken in Connor's seat clucked. Everyone immediately started laughing when it registered that the chicken was actually Connor. I must admit, I do purty good.

When Connor cocked his chicken head (snicker—cock, chicken, get it?), he seemed confused, but when he looked down he yelled, "BAWK BAWK BAWK!" in shock. Which made everyone laugh even more.

"I told you we'll see who's chicken!" I laughed. "Apparently, it's you!"

I swear, if chickens could death glare, Connor was doing it to me.

. . . if chickens could look murderous, Connor was. But this was so freaking hilarious, I didn't really care at the moment.

"Ba-bawk bawk bawk BAWK!" Connor said. I had a feeling that whatever he just yelled, isn't allowed to be said in PG-13 movies.

"Don't worry, it'll only last for about . . . an hour!" I choked out, still in stiches.

"Ba-KAWK!"

Oh, this was just too good to be true. Sigh.

One hour later, Third Person POV

Connor had transformed back to normal, but he would never live this down. Everywhere he went, everyone would say, "What's up, Chicken Wing?"

"How's it goin, Chicken Little?"

"Nice day, huh, Beaky?"

Sure some of 'em were lame, but still! It sucked, no matter how stupid those insults were. But this time, Connor's got a plan.

Connor

Oh, Travis was gonna get it. Oh was Travis gonna get it. He's gonna wish he was never my brother. But seriously, Chicken Little? Come on, insulting me, AND the fact that Travis is older, so he's a little taller? So unfair.

After dinnertime (and a whole day of being called Chicken, Beaky, Chicken Wing, Chicken Little, and more), I went to the emerald green cabin on the far left.

I went up the door and I hesitated. If I screw up, I'm screwed up for life. But then again, that's what I want to happen to Travis, so I gotta take the chance. I knocked on the door. One of the older kids, I think his name's Ben, opened the door.

"What up Chicken Little?" he smirked. I just sighed, and I heard someone say, "Chicken Little's here? What for?"

Then, of course, the entire cabin (which was about seven kids—ironic huh?) came to the door.

"Whaddya want at the totally awesome Tyche[*] cabin?" a kid in the back, Jackie, asked.

I took a deep breath and said, "I need a favor."

Another kid, I dunno his name, raised an eyebrow.

"What's in it for us?" he asked. I tossed 'em my pack, and when they looked inside, their eyes widened.

"Help me out, and it's all yours," I stated.

Ben, the leader of the cabin, looked in, and he seemed to be thinking about it. Then, he smirked, and replied, "Alright then. Whaddya need us for?" I smirked too and said, "I'm gonna need some pretty advanced stuff . . ."

Later that night

"So Chicken Wing, how's your day been?" Travis snickered.

"Peachy keen, brother dear," I said sweetly. Travis raised an eyebrow.

"What the Hades? Who says 'peachy keen' anymore? And wipe that stupid smile off your face." Travis stated.

"What smile?" I asked innocently. But before he could say anymore, I said, "I'mma go to sleep! Night guys."

Travis looked at me suspiciously (geez, weren't our positions switched just yesterday?) and said, "How come? Usually you'd be gambling our brothers out of their drachmas."

I shrugged and said, "I dunno, I guess I'm just tired. See ya in the morning."

I laid down on my bunk and tried to fall asleep, and keep my smirk from showing. If Travis got me with a vial of junk, then so will I. I looked at the glittery brown gloop inside the vial, and tucked it away in my pocket safely.

Nighty-night Travis. Let's see who's so lucky tomorrow.


*Tyche- the goddess of luck. Look 'er up on Wikipedia if you want. Or her Roman form, Fortuna. Either or, gets almost the same definition on her basic idea.

OKAY, so I'm tired now, and I wrote this in about half an hour to please you peoples, so if it's a piece of crap, I truly apologize. That, and I'm going on a sugar crash. YOUR CHOICES ARE . . . .

1. Travis wins

2. Connor wins

3. They tie with the EXACT same amount of pranks at the end of the month

OR

4. They both get sick of it and give up

FYI, if I re-read this tomorrow, and I think it SUCKS, I shall edit it and sorta post it again, so . . . be on the look out! Reviews and vote please! OH, and also watch out for other chicken headed dudes, cause the Kane Chronicles book two, The Throne of Fire, is coming out soon on Mar 3rd! WHOOP WHOOP!