Tuesday Night

As if the universe's TV had nothing good on so the universe wanted to mess with Travis, Katie avoided him all day. Or he just didn't see her at all, really. But if the universe was nice, they should have at least seen each other for Hermes' sake.

So, at camp fire he was turning up his swag and his hopes.

He was positive she probably didn't like him still, but having some feelings are better than none.

And when you're at the bottom, you can only work your way to the top right?

Connor decided he'd be the one to distribute the marshmallow bags to all the cabin leaders (like Katie duh) so one opportunity for small chat was erased from the white board of hopes and dreams. It's a shame.

And since idiot Louberg Herndern didn't get to finish his story last time, he's going to continue his forty minute siloquoiy from the beginning because he wants to make sure no one forgot what happened even though nobody wants to listen to it, Travis's story time will be postponed. So no charming the ladies with his interesting charming jokes or epic stories of his battles tonight. Sucks…

Travis was in a blur while Louberg's story about seeing an ice sculpture at Macy's to the point he didn't even know that the words just went through his ears and out the other. Connor had fallen asleep during it and was resting his head on Travis's shoulder. Everybody tried to look somewhat amused but no one could put on a manageable poker face. Right when he was wrapping up the story, everyone was too tired to sing any songs or do anything.

So everyone began to leave.

Oh hell no.

Travis was shaking his finger at the universe.

Oh Hades no.

Today was not some wasted day oh goodness me.

Travis was about to do something that people do in movies by getting on his knees and scream to the sky until someone tapped his back. He turned around and there was Katie. "Hey," she whispered.

"Oh hey. Que pasa?" he asked.

"Oh nothing. I just was thinking lately and well, I'm sorry."

"No, it's cool," he said like it was no big deal. THIS WAS A HUGE DEAL OH MY GODS.

"No, no. Really, Travis. I'm so sorry for acting like I've been lately. And I don't even have some cliché emotional excuse about how terrible my life's been so that sucks. There's no excuse for my uh, bitchiness," she apologized.

"Katie, it's okay. I forgive you, alright?" he assured her. But oh no, she's doesn't understand what those words mean. She doesn't care if the person says it's okay since she'll apologize until the person begs her to please stop apologizing.

"But when you tried to apologize and I was all like…wow I'm so mean. And about what I said on Saturday about you being why the world is horrible, I guess it's because when people just don't follow the rules, I don't know…some bomb goes off in me I suppose. But I'm sorry, and-"

"Katie, if you just stop talking you will be forgiven for everything. Just zip it," Travis insisted lightly. It was a bit harsh but Katie needed it.

"I'm sorry for talking so much, it's just that I feel like I shou-"

"Ah, ah, ah!" he reminded her.

"Right, sorry. Oh my gods, I did it again! What the Hades is wrong with me!" she disgustedly said to herself.

(cue grasshoppers chirping here)

"Um, Katie?" he asked.

"Yeah?" she responded.

"It's way past curfew. I don't personally care, but since you're an avid rule follower I thought I'd let you know," he said. He should have put a move on her, but he decided that that was better for the moment.

"Oh thanks," she said, frantically picking up her jacket. "You're a nice guy, Travis."

Aw, they're having a moment! Until of course, "But stay away from my cabin, Travis. We don't like your pranks. They're not nice."

Phew Katie was back to normal.

"Roger that, sir-I mean- mam," he teased.

"Whatever," she said, looking down at him loftily.

"I could walk you back because I bet you're scared…" he taunted.

"Oh please, I would need you to walk me back. Your face would scare all the evils away."

"Touching," he snorted. "But really, now I think of it your face would do double the effect."

"You're cute," she yawned. "But seriously, prank my cabin, insult me, and break the rules one more time in front of me, and you will wake up with a Venus Fly Trap the size of a billboard by your bed."

"Ooh, I'm scared. I'm about to faint!" he sarcastically said.

"I know you're shaking in fear. Good night, and I hope the harpies don't eat you." But she genuinely smiled back at him, and she returned to her cabin.

That's probably the sweetest thing she's ever said to him.

Things were looking good for Travis.

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Ah, put the torches down. I'm sorry for not updating okay! I've just been out of it lately, I guess. Sorry!

But, the next chapter is already written up and will be posted once I think this chapter has enough reaction to garner up another chapter.

(I don't own PJO or any of the characters; I'm a 14 year old blonde super hero not RR.)

:D

~Bubbles