A/N: Sooo… I'm not dead! Yep, this is long one. This will be the first to be connected to another chapter (It'll be continued in the next chapter), it'll be done with two songs. The first one is What the Hell by Avril Lavrene. Katie's point of view. Oh, and you may have to squint really hard to find the song, but remember-these are stories inspired by the songs (for the most part), not based off the songs everyword.

Disclaimer: This is getting old. Look, guys, I'm only in middle school. I don't write angry-girl-rock music, or modern/mythology crossovers involving teenagers with twisted adventures, twisted love lives, and twisted enemies.

This was so wrong, it's not even funny. I'm not a cheater! Or, at least I wasn't. Damn that Travis Stoll, with his curly brown hair, sexy tan skin, gorgeous eyes, and killer abs that made me cheat on… no, they didn't make me. He's always been hot. Always. But, that doesn't mean I liked him, I mean, he played pranks on me, teased me, laughed at me…but lately, he's been complimenting me, and letting me help him with his pranks, and teasing me in the friendly way. And staring. Lots and lots of Travis-to-Katie staring (Well, there might have been some Katie-to-Travis staring too, but…not the point)

So his sexy physical features didn't make me cheat. His fun (And maybe Katie) loving attitude and easy smile and his ability to make the uptight Katie I had to be for Michael melt away. He let me be me, whereas Michael was all, "Look, you're hot Kates, but I don't want a girlfriend with other interests. When I'm with you, we better be doing what I wanna be doing." I mean, can you say douche bag? I can. And I have, as has Travis about my so call boyfriend, on many an occasion.

So when Travis came by to my cabin just now during free period (when I was all alone, I might add), I was a very happy Katie.

"Hey, Trav! How's free period been treating you?"

"Okay. It just got a lot better when your sister told me I could find you here."

"Oh?"

He crossed the room and sat down next to me, after moving my magazines. He was very close. Like, very close. Close enough for me to smell the grass/cinnamon type smell that followed him everywhere. You know, one day we were talking about scents, and I told him that's what I thought he smelled like. In response, he smirked and told me that I smelled like mint and honeysuckle. Which I had thought was funny, 'cuz a couple weeks before that, he thought honeysuckle was an Indonesian dessert.

"Hey Katie, I can tell you anything, right? Like, you won't get angry, or make fun of me or anything, right?"

"Travis, this is me you're talking to."

"Not exactly reassuring, but like you said, this is you I'm talking to, so that's probably the best I'm gonna get for now."

"Uh-huh. I'm listening, Stoll. Are you going to get on with this?"

"Look, Katie. I really like you. I really like you, as like, maybe more than a friend. I love your caramel hair, and your perfectly tanned skin and freckles, and your green eyes that look prettier than any emerald I've stolen from the Aphrodite cabin. Dude, Katie-Kat, can't you see how I look at you? Just put me out of my misery and kiss me. My very life depends on it, you know."

This last stamen was accompanied by butterfly-inducing wink. Sigh.

"Travis, are you shitting me? Please, tell me before I bother to answer."

"Really, Katie? I expose my whole heart and soul to you, and you think I'm making it all up? Jeez, what has this world come to, when teenagers can't even trust one another."

"Well, it is you I'm talking to."

Well. I really could drag this on, but Travis is giving me this half-proud-half-annoyed-look.

But what the hell.

"But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you."

We both lean in and…. Can somebody tell me why we hadn't done this before? Travis's lips are so soft, and they seem to be everywhere. On my lips, my neck, my nose, cheeks, and…holy crap, this is amazing. I can barely get a coherent thought out the jumble of feelings and adjectives that seem to have taken over my brain. Is hair is so soft, and I can't tell you how good it feels to finally let my fingers run through it. When he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his lap, even that jumble of feelings and adjectives seems to disappear. All that exists is me and Travis and this kiss.

This must be what Elysium feels like.

"Am I interrupting something? Katie, what's going on? Travis, is that you…Oh my gods…"

I know that voice. That too strong, too dueche bag-ish, too overbearing voice. Its…Michael.