A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I got busy- lots of early softball practices, had to take lots of showers, did lots of chores, and you don't care…..

Anyway, someone requested C is for Chaste Tree, and I promise, I looked into it, but it would take a while to get everything sorted out and my facts about Chaste Trees all sorted, out, so I couldn't do that- Sorry. =(

But….I can do C is for Chicken! Thanks again to Lucia Diana-Ninja Queen for the idea! Please, send requests for upcoming letters!

I don't own PJO.

C is for Chicken

"TRAVIIIIIS!"

The scream could be heard for miles around, mortal, demigod, God, and everything in between. Like in cartoons, birds flew away from the trees and everyone instantly sat up in their beds.

Well, everyone except Katie Gardener, that is.

Normally, our favorite daughter of Demeter got up earlier than everyone else, so she could take care of the flowers by the big house and be done in time to take a shower and lead her cabin to breakfast.

But, today, it was impossible for her to get up. And I mean, literally impossible.

Because, today, to sons of Hermes got up even earlier than Katie, and super-glued the cabin leader of Demeter to. Her. Mattress.

And our Demeter head counselor was not happy. And she would get the boys to unglue her, even if it meant waking everyone up at some ungodly hour.

Katie watched as her siblings jolted awake, some of the older ones yanking weapons out from under their pillows, some younger ones actually falling out of bed.

She silently cursed her habit of being a very heavy sleeper as her siblings gathered around their dear sister and watched her struggle, wide-eyed.

"Ohmigods, Katie! Are you alright?" Kayla, her younger sister, asked.

"Yes, Kayla, I'm super-glued to the damn mattress, but I am perfectly okay!" Katie snapped, laying on the sarcasm.

Kayla stared at her, not processing the sarcasm. "Oh. Uh, well then, if you're okay, then I'll go back to bed." She said with a shrug. She clambered back over to her bed. The younger ones, following Kayla's example, climbed back into their beds as well.

"No! Guys! Please!" Katie pleaded. The older siblings stood around Katie, not exactly sure what to do. They exchanged an uneasy glance.

"Um, well, I can go get Chiron…." Miranda said.

"Yes! Get Chiron. Please." She breathed.

Miranda turned around and disappear out the door.

"How….how did this happen?" Rick, her slightly younger brother, asked.

Katie sighed. "I don't know. Probably those f-(The rest of the word was drowned out by Kayla's snore) Stoll brothers. I will make them pay, so help me Demeter. And Travis…Travis especially. He thinks he's sooo much better than me. But he's not." Katie snarled.

Rick gulped. When Katie made people pay, they paid.

Chiron came galloping in a second later. "My gods, Katie, dear, what happened?" The centaur said in surprise. He probably thought Miranda was joking when she said her sister was glued to her mattress.

"The Stolls happened." Rick said gravely. Katie tried to nod, but it was impossible, what with her being glued down and all.

"Are you sure it was them?" Chiron asked, raising an eyebrow.

Katie opened her mouth to speak, but Miranda answered before Katie could.

"Positive. They've had it out for Katie, ever since she arrived." Miranda said with a nod.

Chiron sighed. "There is a lack of evidence, but good points have been made, and their record isn't the cleanest." He reached out a finger and touched the glue. He pulled back instantly. "Just as I suspected. A long time ago, in the 70's, I think, a few Hermes campers made a special pranking glue. I don't know what it's made of, how it's made, where they keep it, or anything, but I do know that only a Hermes camper can take it off of something. Once they get it off, you should be fine." Chiron explained. "I'l go get the boys now." He said. He turned around and galloped out the door.

Miranda surveyed me. "At least they had the good graces to keep your hair out of the glue." She said.

Katie realized it was true- her brown air was tied up on top of her head with a piece of rope, completely untouched by the glue. Well, that's something, I suppose, Katie thought with a sigh.

Chiron came back into the cabin, with part of a Stoll brother's shirt in each hand.

"What's going on, old man?" Connor said, rubbing his eyes. "I'm tryin' to sleep!"

Travis just kind of shuffled along, looking so tired, like he didn't even know who he was or where he was at.

"Boys," Chiron said sternly. "Did you glue Mrs. Gardner her to her mattress?" He asked.

Travis blinked ad looked up at Chiron. "No." He said. Just that: No.

"Really? Well, she's glued down with Hermes cabin glue. So if you didn't, who did?" He questioned.

"Not us, that's for sure." Connor said sweetly.

"Okay boys, get her out of this mess." Chiron sighed/demanded.

The boys shuffled forward, hovering over Katie, then mumbled a few words. Instantly, Katie was free of the glue, which filled itself up in a jar out of thin air, and dropped into Travis' hand.

Travis passed the glue to his brother. "Here ya go, bro. Put in the spot." Travis commanded.

Miranda plucked the jar out of Connor's hand with an amused smile on her face. "Actually, I should give this a label and put it in the attic, so future generations can have a good laugh at this situation." Miranda giggled. Katie glared at her sister while the boys just stared at her.

Miranda turned around and flounced out the dor, jar in hand.

"Boys." Chiron said sternly. "Kitchen duty, 3 weeks." Then, he too turned and exited, the boy's complaints brushed off with the flick of his tial.

"Dammit, Travis, I hate you!"

It was an hour until lunch, and Katie had Travis cornered in the woods.

"Why, Kates, this deeply wounds me." Travis said, placing a hand over his heart with a mock-hurt expression on his face.

Katie's eyes blazed, and it took all of her self-control not to let the trees around them rip him to shreds. "Why did you glue me to my bed?" She shouted.

"Why does the sun rise every morning?" Travis asked the question in response to Katie's.

She knew where he was going, but she just wanted to be difficult. "Because Apollo drives his sun chariot across the sky?"

Travis sighed. "Geez, Katie. I don't know. Just 'cause I could. Happy?"

No! You always act like you're better than me, when you're not!"

"Like you're better than me?"

"Yes!"

"Really? Well, let's see whose better at racing." Travis said smugly.

Katie gulped. Racing with a son of Hermes was a stupid thing to do. But, unfortunately, her stubborn-ness got in the way. "Sure!" She countered.

"Fine. From here to the lake and back. No cheating, shortcuts, or tricks. A good, clean race." Travis said.

"Alright, then!" She said. "And if I win, you have to streak around the camp, singing Baby by Justin Bieber." She said, trying to think of the most embarrassing thing she could.

"Fine! But if I win, then you have to stand by the foutain in the middle of the cabin, and shriek at every boy that you see to "Smack your Granny Panties!" and you turn around and wiggle your butt."

This snapped Katie out of her anger-induced thoughts. "What? No way!"

"What are you, chicken?" Travis asked. He began to bauk like a chicken and strut around.

"Bak bak bak, chicken!" He cowed.

"No, I'm not! That's just to much."

"Yes, you are!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Not!"

"Chicken!"

"Uh-uh!"

"Bak bak bak!"

"Fine!" Katie snapped, her anger returning.

Travis grinned like a boy in a candy shop. "Great, then let's get going!"

He led Katie over to a tree and drew a line on the ground with a stick. "The Start/Finish line." He explained.

They lined themselves up. "Three….two…one!" They counted down together. They took off, tearing down the trail. Travis easily pulled far ahead, reached the lake, and spun around as Katie appeard out of the woods. He grinned, but slowed down, trying to have a little mercy on the daughter of Demeter.

She saw and took advantage of it to pull ahead. They crossed the line. At. The. Exact. Same. Time.

They stood, panting.

"So…what happens now?"

And so, that, my friends, is how Katie Gardner called for boys to smack her granny panties, while Travis Stoll ran around naked, singing "Baby" at the top of his lungs.

Both scarred people for life.

A/N: Done! Review, loves! Please! I don't own J.B. or Baby, either. Sorry, Bliebers, I just don't really like him. Reviews feed the author!

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