The Son of Neptune was . That, or Scrumdidilyunctiousepic. You pick. Personally I find them both equally as hard to spell, so I'm just going with smileys such as :O or O_O. All depending on what bit of the book you're at. It took me under 7 hours because I have a problem that way. Anyways, now that that's out of my system- 365 days to go until the next book! :D

Oh boy this is going to be a long time...

Anyways, I was crept out by some resemblances Reyna and Hazel bore with my OC characters Hazel and Reyna in 'The Son of Neptune' which may be found on Fanpop, but I was spazzing out too much to think about that a whole lot. Whatever, hope you like!

Disclaimer: The new book would be out right now (or at least in my hands) if I were Rick Riordan. Don't go look in a bookstore (or in my hands); it's my funky way of telling you I'm not Rick Riordan.

8

No Pranks

Travis, Connor, Chris, Howie, Leonardo and Packrat were all huddled up in cabin 11.

"We're going to have to cover double this year because Johnny and Fernandez are gone, which means that just this year we leave the Big 3 cabins alone because they have minimal occupants and minimal effect. Oh, and cabin 8 because the hunters slap hard." Connor said, moving little Monopoly pieces obtained from the Big House (Mr D had gone into a there-must-be-something-more-than-Pinochle phase) across a very specific aerial map of Camp. They'd spent 20 minutes arguing over which monopoly piece they were and now they were planning it.

"Actually, triple." Travis said, uneasy. Everyone looked at him crooked.

"What do you mean, triple?" Chris asked. "You think we should do cabin 8 this year? 'Cause the hunters are in there and they would totally kill us for stealing their toilet paper."

"No, I meant, someone's going to have to take my job." Travis said.

They blinked a few times digesting the news about as well as you would digest satyr food.

"Intervention!" Packrat yelled.

Howie and Chris took Connor each by an arm and dragged him up and to a wall. Leonardo ran for the duct tape and a Febreze bottle, and Packrat tapped Travis to the wall by the arms and legs.

"What the heck?" Travis said struggling.

"It's for your own good, man." Packrat muttered.

"Dude, what is wrong with you?"

"This is the yearly only-boys toilet-paper-raid. We do this every year. It's never accompanied by female help. Ever. Since toilet paper was invented!" Chris said.

"How can you just bail?" Leonardo exclaimed.

"Aren't you the one that said we should go for it even during the Titan war?" Packrat told him.

"And it's not just that, you've been acting so… Weird lately." Chris said.

"Have not!" Travis said.

Leonardo spritzed him with the bottle. At least it was water and not Febreze. He was fortunate for that; he didn't want to walk around smelling like a field of flowers and/or Katie's possible hair.

"Travis," Howie said seriously, "You held the door for Mr D the other day. You have a problem."

"I don't," Travis rolled his head. He got spritzed again.

"Denial!" Packrat called.

"Give him double Leo," Chris said. Leonardo's thumb jerked down on the push piece twice.

"You are staying on that wall until you accept it." Chris said.

"You're kidding."

Spritz, spritz.

"Travis you're… You're you! You don't regret stuff or think about it much, you just go! What changed? This whole summer you've been acting all…"

"All what?"

Spritz spritz.

"I can't bring myself to say it," Chris said. "Not about you, man."

"What-"

Spritz spritz.

"I'm allowed to talk, Leo!" Travis said. Leonardo got him in the face right then.

"You've been acting good this summer." Chris said.

"Dude, I'm still the same guy!" Travis said.

"What part of 'good' don't you understand?" Connor said.

"None, I even looked it up, did you know it was a noun too?" His brothers gasped.

"And I bet you didn't even write a bad word or something in the dictionary." Howie said.

"Please let me off the wall."

"He said please!" Packrat yelled out.

"You told me never to say please." Leonardo said, clutching the spritz bottle.

"Yeah. Don't you ever, Leonardo. It's just Travis. I'm afraid to say it, but he went good." Chris said.

"I heard that a kid named Rodrigue Stone went good a few years back. Supposedly he lives under the Big House in a man cave he dug himself." Packrat said.

Who did he like? Travis thought.

Whoever it was, he was one step ahead of Travis, because he couldn't dig a man cave. He was pretty sure it counted as vandalism. But there was an idea; he should dig a man cave in a place that didn't count as vandalism. There, he could set fire to newspaper for the pure pleasure of watching stuff burn (pyromaniac), graffiti his own little space and call out insults in peace- he could even make his man cave soundproof.

"Well great, let's find Travis a shovel and get back to our plans, please?" Connor said.

"Dude, we can't just give him a shovel," Howie said. "That would just make him more good. He'd go, like, dig a hole for flowers or something."

"There's an idea…" Travis said. He meant 'planting flower' with the added 'to impress Katie', but that last part was in his head, and in his head only, so it came out really wrong.

His siblings stared at him.

"You're spending the summer on that wall." Chris said.

"No, he'll listen to our plans! He'll shout them up to authority or something!" Connor said.

Oh you suck, Stoll… That was just so thick (and typically Stoll- if Travis wouldn't have been held to a bet and it wouldn't have been about him- he'd have totally congratulated Connor on that one, but due to the circumstances Connor sucked big time).

"I'm not a snitch!" Travis said. "I never will be a snitch!"

"How do we know? We thought you'd never go good either; look what happened." Howie said.

So they decided it was safer to move Travis to the outside wall of the cabin.

Yeah… Travis wasn't sure what was worst- the fact that the outside wall had chipping paint that probably got into his shirt with nails sticking out at some places (like where his back was), that it was the wall facing the central green so he got to see everyone move and do fun stuff except for him, that it was in the hot sun, or that people came and asked him what he did, and when he replied 'nothing' that was exactly it.

"Katie, what's the boy you like doing on a wall?" Cassia asked Katie as she walked all the younger kids to the campfire pit, where they were going to clean up a bit.

"What boy?" Katie frowned.

"The one that there's two of." Cassia said.

"Two boys... Oh! Travis! No- no, Cassia, I don't like him!"

"But why is he on a wall?"

Katie looked over to the center green and saw someone duct-taped to cabin 11.

"I don't know, Cassia." Katie said. "Honneslty, I don't think I know anything about him anymore… Oh- you're too little to hear about that, common, let's race to the amphitheatre!" Katie said, and the dozen of little kids sprinted. She looked back over her shoulder. Was that some form of punishment? Oh gods- Katie hoped not… Hopefully Travis wasn't being overgood or something...

2 hours later…

Connor popped up.

"Hey, bro, guess what?"

"How dare you call me bro after what you just did. I swear, if I wasn't duct taped to this wall, I'd strangle you Stoll."

"I appreciate the love. Anyways, you know Émilie? I found a way to-"

"DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL HELP YOU WITH ÉMILIE AFTER YOU JUST TOTALLY BUSTED MY GENIUS PLAN TO GET A GIRL?" Travis said. Thankfully nobody heard, because then Katie would have had to kill him. Maybe she would've felt sorry about it, and kissed his cold, cold body but he'd be dead, so it wouldn't really matter all that much.

"Take a pill, bro."

"Get out of here."

"Nope." Connor said. "Unlike you, I'm not taped to a wall so I have all the mobility I could want. I can just sit here and stare back at you all day."

"You-"

"Careful, no rude remarks." Connor said.

And then he plopped down on the ground in front of Connor and starred at him, not to get up for another 3 hours.