More Tratie! I love them, I'm sorry! If you want some other couples (such as Percabeth!) let me know in a review. Who's your favorite couple?
Childhood
"Higher Daddy! Push me higher!" a young Katie Gardner laughed.
"Any higher and you'll fly over the bar." A middle-aged man laughed along with his daughter.
Katie Gardner currently sat alone on a swing in the neighborhood park. Sighing to herself as memories overwhelmed her; she closed her eyes and threw her head back.
A crunching noise sounded somewhere behind her. She snapped her eyes open and turned her head, finally sighing in relief at who she saw.
Behind her stood Travis Stoll, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
"Hey." He said simply, plopping down onto the swing beside her.
"What do you want?" She snapped. Travis ignored her.
"What are you doing here? You should be back at camp." Travis inquired.
"I could say the same to you." Katie shot back at him.
"I came looking for you." Travis proclaimed, winning their unofficial argument. There was a moment of silence between them, before Travis repeated his question. "What are you doing here?" Katie clenched her eyes shut for an instant, before sighing.
"I suppose you could say I'm reminiscing." Katie replied bluntly.
"About…?"
"My Dad." She mumbled. A few awkward moments of silence passed before Travis dared to speak up again.
"What happened to him?" Travis questioned quietly. He prepared himself for a tantrum, a physical beating, or any form of verbal or physical harm. None, however, came. He turned his head to search Katie's face. He prayed to the gods she didn't start crying. Travis may have been an awesome fighter, an amazing prankster, and a man so devilishly handsome the girls could barely glance at him without swooning, (if he did say so himself, which he did) but one thing he could not deal with was a crying girl.
"He's gone." Katie said in an monotone.
"Pardon?" Travis had lost himself in his thoughts during the silence.
"My Dad. He died trying to get me to camp. Two hell-hounds were chasing us." She explained in greater depth. Travis felt sorry for her. She had it rough. Most demigods did.
"That's rough." Yet another awkward silence. Katie stood up abruptly.
"Let's go." She commanded. Travis noted it wasn't dripping with her usual harsh, snippy attitude.
"Huh?" He asked.
"Let's get back to camp." Katie said. Travis stood up and walked beside her. He cautiously draped his arm around her shoulders. When she didn't shrug him off or yell, he relaxed.
Maybe I do have a chance with her, Travis thought to himself.
I have very mixed feelings about this chapter. I don't think I portrayed my thoughts accurately. I guess this'll have to do. Maybe I'll update it later. Do you dislike it or like it? What's your favorite couple in the books? What couple would you like me to do more of? Tell me in a review *hint hint*
Have a good day/afternoon/evening, whichever time you're reading this
MyStErY MoRgAn
