HEEEY GUYS!

I'M PROUD.

Out of the 200ish people who viewed my story in two days

FOUR PEOPLE REVIEWED.

I was expecting less.

Much

Less

So I'm happy.

This one's a Tratie moment.

Tulips and Roses

Early Sunday morning, Demeter cabin, and Katie Gardner was in love.

She was head over heels.

She was wonderstuck.

She was in bliss.

She wanted to spend every moment of her life with her bed.

Snuggled up in her blanket half asleep she thanked the gods it was Sunday, the day to sleep in.

But Katie should've known it was too good too last.

Cursed with uncannily sensitive hearing the smallest sound could wake her up. Despite knowing that she was stupid enough to leave her window wide open. Outside some bushes rustled, some swears were uttered and a loud hollow sounding bang brought Katie up from her slumbers.

In a second she understood why she was awake so early and her eyes flashed dangerously. On most days she wouldn't mind too much about an early rising but with Percy's disappearance the day before and the search for him that lasted all night Katie only got about one hour of sleep.

She was not in a good mood. Whoever woke her up out there was gonna get a gutting.

Katie drew her knife from her bedside table and groggily stumbled towards the door. Still half asleep she yanked the cabin door open and readied her knife and glare. The world paused. Searching past the porch at the landscape she found not another living soul. Naturally, everyone was sleeping because everyone helped in the search for Percy. Everybody but her and whoever woke her up.

Regardless of her embarrassing baggy teddy bear pajamas, tank top and eye bags she was about to step out of her cabin and hunt down the idiot. But before she did something caught Katie Gardner's tired eyes.

There, laid softly on her cabin's Welcome! mat was a blood red tulip with a note stuck to it. Her breath caught as she reached down and picked it up. The tulip was quite firm though delicate. Katie twirled it in her fingers and inspected it with critique only a child of Demeter performs. The stem was fairly long with still cold, freshly snipped from the plant. The petals were full, bright and damp; the flower was in its prime. By the angle of the flower and the cut edge, it was grown on a window facing east…

Once done obsessing over the flower she pulled the folded note from the flower. Fully awake she was now curious who this flower was for and from. Obviously, someone left it here for one of her cabin mates. The thought of it made her feel warm inside, she looked after her siblings like the big sister she was and she was really excited that someone had a crush on one of them. It made her feel kinda proud. More so, whoever gave this flower was so sweet and thoughtful, she immediately approved.

Her precise hands quickly unfolded it expecting to see Miranda's name, that Hephaestus boy had his sights set on her for a while, but upon reading the name her jaw dropped.

Katie understood now. Those sounds that woke her up, someone sneaked past her window to place a flower on the mat but tripped and fell on the porch –hence the hallow sounding bang. Wait, there were voices as in more than one. It seems at though at least three souls were awake in Camp Half Blood. But whoever did that did that for her.

Sure enough, it was Katie's name on that note.

She held her breath and read the two sentences:

Katie,

Because roses are clichéd.

And it was the best I can do, not being a child of Demeter I can't grow flowers in minutes.

It wasn't signed.

Katie, realizing she'd been holding her breath, inhaled deeply. A breeze blew. The tulip was for her. The sea could be smelled faintly from here. Someone noticed her. The first tendrils of sunlight were creeping over the horizon. Someone in the camp felt something when she walked into the room. A bird chirped. There probably was hope for her yet.

Slowly, Katie Gardner –alone except of the birds- tilted her head up towards the sun and smiled.

Travis Stoll watched from his perch in the Hermes cabin. From the angle the sun is shining it would be impossible for Katie to see him through the windows. With Connor now asleep they were probably the only souls awake in the whole camp. Heart hammering he held his breath as she read the letter. The world stood still for too long, Travis began to lose hope.

Then, surely and gradually, Katie Garner lifted her head and smiled.

Hope you guys liked that. It was just a one-shot.

I really should finish with a joke but I'm not funny

So i really dont know how to finish this.

Uhhh...

Bit about myself.

I'm thirteen.

Uhhh...

Sigh no other way to end this: The review button is down there.

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