of half-bloods and happenings
manners
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"Travis?"
A cold voice sliced through his daydream, and he grinned. He could have recognised that voice anywhere, and it belonged to the exact person he was waiting for. He opened his eyes, squinting against the bright sunshine. A shadow stepped in front of the light and blocked its path. His smile widened.
"Kitty Kat. Fancy seeing you here, huh?"
Katie Gardner scowled, blowing a loose wisp of her blonde-brown hair from her face. "Get out of it, Travis. And don't call me that!"
"But dear Kit Kat, it suits you!"
"Oh, go shove it up your arse, Stoll."
Travis laughed, enjoying the way Katie's face screwed up in annoyance. "Manners, Miss Gardner. Do I hear a 'please'?"
Katie kicked him in the shin, and his smile slipped slightly as he winced. "Just get out of my way, Stoll."
Travis sighed, stretching his arms. He wouldn't admit to Katie that he'd been sitting in the doorway of the Demeter cabin for well over an hour, just waiting for her to arrive. He knew what she'd say if he did. Plus she'd probably hit him even harder.
"Do I hear a 'please', Kitty Kat?" he repeated, staring up into her face. Her eyes were round and brown and scrunched in anger, and there was a warm spray of freckles across her olive skin that were so cute he wanted to scoop her up into his arms and kiss her bruises - because there happened to be quite a few - away.
Whoa! Where did that come from? Travis shook his head slightly, unable to get the image of his lips on Katie's out of his head. If she knew what he was thinking…
Katie huffed and puffed on the doorstep, her left arm weighed down by her luggage. Travis plastered on his smile again, waiting, trying to push out the image of Katie's smooth, bare-skinned arms wrapped around his chest...oh, gods.
"Fine, Stoll." Katie looked pissed. "Fine. Would you please move your sorry little arse out of my way?"
Travis stood, his lanky height giving him a whole head's advantage over Katie. "As you wish, my lady," he said, bowing at the hip, partly to mock her, and partly to hide his blushing cheeks. Katie barged past him, accidentally-on-purpose whacking him in the stomach with her suitcase. She walked inside cabin four, dumping her stuff on her bed. She was about to close the door when, as if on a whim, turned slightly and looked Travis straight in the eye. "Thank you," she mumbled, not sure why she was doing saying those words or why her heart had begun to flutter at a million miles per hour or why Travis had to be just so goddamn charming.
He grinned again, straightened his spine, and took off on a jaunty walk.
Katie slammed the door behind him.
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Author's Note: I have a creepy obsession with the Stolls right now...it's decidedly strange. Maybe it's a crush...but, considering I think of myself as a daughter of Hermes...well, it's just weird, so… ANYWAY. Read and review, please. I'm currently working on a MAMMOTH, MARATHON Tratie one-shot, pertaining to how they met and how they got together. It's going to be long...and probably not published for a while, but be on the lookout, anyway! Thanks again to amazingirl96 and The Ace Of Owls for awesome reviews!