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Katie:

I can't help it. It just seems so right. He's there, I'm there, and there's sweet guitar music playing softly in the distance. At first, it's meant to be a word of thanks, but as soon as I gaze into his troublemaking blue eyes that annoyed me for so many years, but where I now find safety and shelter, all the thoughts cluttering my mind about Travis Stoll finally come together.

And I kiss him.

I eventually come out of the kiss to try to formally thank him, but not for long. I find the kiss so good and so right that I go right back in. Finally, we stop. He pulls out of it and gives me his signature smile.

"I knew it," he says.

"Knew what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"That you liked me," he replies triumphantly.

"Not until now when-" I start, but my voice trails off when I see the look on his face. It's sadness and maybe even some hurt. "What I mean to say," I persist, "Is that you surprised me, Travis. I didn't know you could be so… sweet."

"Perhaps there are a lot of things that you don't know about me, Katherine," he replies, stroking an imaginary beard.

"You are so weird!" I say, "And don't call me Katherine."

"Ah," he replies, "But the weirdness was what you found so charming, eh?" I snort and he grins. "I guess, aside from your, (cough) obsession (cough) of plants (cough cough), that I liked you, too," he says.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Obsession? It's a hobby!" I protest.

"What ever you say," he sighs. I roll my eyes.

"Maybe," I counter, slowly, "I shouldn't have kissed you." His eyebrows go up and he raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey!" he says, "I was only kidding! You're a daughter of Demeter. I would only expect as much." Then his voice drops to a whisper, "But you still would kiss me, right?"

"You're impossible!" I exclaim, playfully slapping his arm.

"I am, what I am," he replies.

"You are what you are," I agree. "And what you are is Travis Stoll: a thieving, tricking, sneaky, annoying, but sweet guy."

"Guilty as charged and I think you left out perfectly adorable. Just FWI," he informs.

"I think you have a big ego," I reply. We laugh for a while, but then it fades.

"What are you going to do about your dad?" he asks quietly. I sigh. I had been trying to forget that part of my situation.

"I really don't know. I should see my stepsister, to check on how she's doing. My parents don't care for her much. But it won't be worth seeing my dad for. He'll be furious about me running away. I don't even know what he'll do."

Travis's face softens. "Like my mom said," he tells me, "You can stay as long as you'd like until Connor and I go back to camp, or you could just go to camp sooner."

"I'll have to see what happens," I reply, "For the meantime, I'll just stay with you guys. If you're absolutely okay with that."

"Absolutely, positively."

"That makes no sense."

"Sense makes no sense."

"You make no sense."

"Make sense, I don't?"

"Have you been watching Star Wars?"

"Possible it is."

"Ah, forget it! Crazy you are." Again, we laugh. This time, it's more hearty and long-lived. "So," I say, "What's next on the New York tour?"

"Pick-pocketing passerby," he informs.

"Um, no," I say.

"Crashing an Olympian party?"

"And getting blown to ashes? No."

"Grabbing some lunch?" he asks weakly.

"Sounds great!" I reply.

"McDonalds?" he suggests.

"Over my dead body."

"Okay. So no McDonalds."

"Way too greasy. How about Subway?"

"Where ever you go, I follow."

"Hey! Just because I kissed you, that does not automatically make you my boyfriend."

"It doesn't?"

"Afraid not."

"Fine," he replies, "Will you officially be my girlfriend?" My automatic answer would be yes, but I couldn't say that… not unless I had a little fun first.

"Hmm," I say folding my arms over my chest. Travis's eyes narrow in suspicion.

"Hmm, what?" he asks.

"Well. There is this really cute guy I met in Starbucks that shows some potential," I say. Travis's mouth falls open and his eyes widen.

"And this one godling that complimented my poison ivy traps and eyes at the end of the Titan War," I continue. Travis is beat red now, and his eyes are filled with anxiety. I should stop, but I have one last throw.

"And," I persist, "There's this Apollo kid that I find very… hot." Travis looks hurt and I have to try hard to keep my laughter in.

"Apollo kid? What about me? I thought you said I was sweet and perfectly adorable," he whines.

"First of all, you said perfectly adorable. Second of all, I believe you left out thieving, tricking, sneaking, and annoying. You have been pranking my cabin and me for the last 5 years. Don't forget that."

He mumbles something.

"What?" I ask. He clears his throat and says something barely audible,

"It was just because I love you."

Travis:

Crap! Katie likes other guys! She thinks that all the times I've pranked her were to get her mad! Okay, this just has to come out. Here it goes:

"It was just because I love you." Katie's eyes widen.

"What?" she asks, in disbelief.

"I love you. I always have. When your cabin didn't come back 'til later in the war I was worried that I had lost you forever. All those times I pranked you, they were just to get your attention. I thought that you wouldn't notice me any other way. Plus, with the chocolate bunnies, I thought that you'd like them."

When I look up from my feet, where my gaze had drifted I see that Katie has her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes. Oh, gods. I messed something up. Just as I'm starting to apologize, Katie flings her arms around me and cries, "I had no idea! I was just joking about the other boys. I swear!"

"Even the Apollo boy?" I ask. She reconsiders.

"Okay," she admits, "Maybe the Apollo boy. Just a little. But you… you I like a lot. Even more than Will." I pull out of the hug and give her a disgusted look.

"Will Solace?"

"No. I'm kidding about the Apollo camper, too. Well, sort of. The only guy I really liked besides you was Lee Fletcher. We were going steady for 4 months and then there was the Titan War and… all that jazz."

I felt a pang in my heart. I forgot about Lee and Katie. They were a good couple and I was always so jealous of Lee. What was most awful about his death was that a little, selfish part of me was relieved to have Katie back to myself again.

"Oh, yeah," I say, "I'm sorry."

'It wasn't your fault," she replies.

"I know, but still,"

"Okay," she says, "I just- wait."

"What?" I ask.

"Look around," she replies slowly. Carefully, I turn my head and look around the park. There's nobody there. Just a big guy in a trench coat with his big, black dog reading a newspaper sits on the park bench across the path.

Suspicious.

Sure enough, the guy lowers the newspaper and scans the park, finally resting on us, and narrows his one big eye in the center of his face.

More suspicious.

I turn my attention to the dog that sits on the man's right which is now growling. It starts to grow, morphing into the giant dog, straight from Tartarus; a hellhound.

Really suspicious.

"Cyclops and hellhound?" I whisper to Katie.

"Yup," she confirms, "Got a plan?"

"Got a knife?"

"Left it at home. Di Immortalies that hellhound needs to lose some puppy fat!"

"Good thing I got an extra." I say pulling two bronze knives out of my front pockets that are enchanted to hold just about anything. Perks of being a demigod thief. Katie takes the knife, just as the monsters get up.

"You get the hellhound. I've got Mr. Detective over here," I tell her and she nods.

"Are you friends?" I call out to the Cyclops, "Or enemies?"

"Arg! You take you pick once you dead!" the Cyclops screams. I guess enemies. There's a brief standoff, which is broken when the hellhound pounces.

Then all hell breaks loose.

I take on Mr. Detective and try a stab. He parries it with a sword that practically appears out of nowhere. Behind me I hear cries of both girl and canine, but don't have the chance to look back. The Cyclops is a good fighter. The odds are defiantly not equal. I have to use every ounce of my strength for defense, not offense. Eventually, he disarms me and forces me to the ground. He raises the sword, but before he has the chance to swing it down, he grunts in pain and explodes into a mess of slime and dust, leaving behind only a trench coat, his sword, and a bronze knife.

Behind of the remains, stands Katie covered in dog fur and bleeding a little, but otherwise okay.

"Need some help there?" she asks, extending a hand. I take it, and she pulls me up.

"Thanks," I say.

"Sure thing," she replies, "Should we go back home and get cleaned up?"

"Good idea. Let's take the subway," I say, collecting the knives.

"Okay," she replies, picking up the trench coat and sword.

"What are you going to do with that? Wear it?" I joke.

"Ha ha. They're spoils of war, genius. We can take them to camp to go in the attic," she replies, brushing some monster dust out of her hair.

"Okie- dokie," I say, "Let's go."

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I clean off the knives in the kitchen sink while Katie takes a shower. I already took one and changed my clothes. After drying and sheathing the knives, I slip them back in my enchanted pockets, which I have on all my jeans (A/N: Perks!).

Katie walks into the kitchen wearing one of my mom's yellow shirts and a new pair of jeans.

"Weapon?" I ask. She rolls up her sleeve to reveal an arm band with a knife strapped to it.

"I found it in your room," she tells me.

"You were in my room?" I exclaim, turning red.

"Yeah. I also read your diary. Relax, Travis, it was just on your dresser," she says, rolling her eyes.

"Whatever," I say trying not to look too embarrassed.

"So," she asks, "Are we still up for Subway?"

I certainly hope they're still up for Subway! Did you like this chapter? I hope so! I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this story! Okay, maybe not, but still. Anyway, review, follow, and favorite (or else. Mwahahaahahaha!) with just a click of one or several buttons. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed. You are what keeps this story going. Thanks for all the support!

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