A/N: The fith in my 'Family Matters' series. You don't have to read the rest of the stories to read this one, but if you enjoy little one shots about things that go on around camp, family, and humor (sometimes I'll do an angst filled one) you might enjoy them. Enjoy! - Dragon628


Laurel POV

It was about a month after the final battle against Kronos, and Annabeths designes for the new cabins had just been approved by Zeus.

Finally we would get to move out of Hermes Cabin! Finally our mother would get her own cabin! And rightfully might I add!

Mr. D had stated at breakfast that he had spoken to the gods and goddesses that were getting new cabins. Apparently Nike had ordered Laurel and Holly be co-head councleor their cabin.

Great. Just perfect. Laurel had to rule over - I mean take care of her younger siblings with the help of her sister! I mean she was the smarter, more pretty, and athletic twin!

"Yeah, right!" Oh, shit. Had she said that out load!?!?

"No, but I can read that smug look on your face anyday, dear sister." Holly smiled viciously at her twin, as she hammered in another plank on the roof of their new cabin.

Laurel growled. "I am totally more of a winner than you!" Laurel's hands were clenched at her sides, almost begging to wrap themselves around her sisters neck.

"Nope!" Holly sang, smiling, as she popped the 'p'. "I-m moorre o-f a winnn-eeeer th-aaannn y-oooouuuu!" She continued to sing, obnoxiousley.

"Holly! Laurel!" Their half-sister Jasmine called from below them.

"What is it!" Both girls barked, then growled at each other, they had long gotten over the 'stop copying me!' fights (mostly).

"Well..." Jasmine wrang her hands. "We can't seem to find the paint that you two finally agreed on for the cabin..."

"What!" Laurel cried.

"What she said! Where did it go!?!?"

"We... we don't know..." Jasmine looked down, and waited for the inevitable screams. She didn't have to wait long.

"Figure it out fairy dust!" Laurel screamed at the 11 year old girl.

"Y-yes, ma'am!" Jasmine ran out of their line of sight, and back into the frey of camp to look for their missing paint.

An hour later Michella cautiously aprouched her sisters.

"Ummmm... L? H?" The 15 year old looked terrfied faced with her two fighting elder siblings.

"Ahhhh, Michella, I trust you bring good news?" Holly said, calmly.

Michella paled even more. No. She did not bring good news, and she was getting a growing suspicion that her sisters might be super villans, and that she was probably trapped in some kind of movie or book of some sorts. Good for her.

Michella shook her head violently.

Laurel frowned deeply. "What do you mean 'no'." She growled, with a dangerous under tone.

"Well..." Michella sqweaked. "It seems..." She shook her head.

"Spit it out twinkle toes! (For all my ATLA fans XD)" Holly barked.

Michella whimpered. Why did Jasmine have to make her the sacrafical lamb!?

"TheTycheCabinseemstohavetakenallofourgoldenpaint!" Michella blurt out faster than demigodly possible.

"Well then." Laurel smiled, dangerously.

"We juat have to go beat up some Tyche kids!" Holly sounded excited.

"Grab the rest of our siblings 'ella. It's time we take back what's ours." Laurel did a really cool back flip thing off the latter, and landed perfectly on the ground, without hurting herself. Michella would have to ask her to teach her how to do that later, after they got their paint back, and she was in a better mood.

This was going to be fun.