My Sister got Me a Stoll: A Tratie Fanfic

Chapter 7 (Katie's POV)

I wake up like normal and hear my alarm clock beeping. I hit snooze and tried to fall back asleep. Last night seemed like some crazy dream. Truth or Dare, me calling Travis hot, us laying on the beach together, the whole thing. The only thing that wakes me fully is the fact that my hand looks like the Aphrodite kids bedazzled it. I jump up, smacking my head on Miranda's bunk on my way up, and rush to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and oh my gods, I look like a disco ball. I'm covered in silver glitter head to toe. Not only that. but my hair is a mess, I'm missing one of my avocado socks, and I am wearing this dress like Camp Half-Blood hoodie. I examine the hoodie, trying to figure out who it is. When I hear Miranda laughing, I spin around and stare at her. She smiles.

"Looks like your boyfriend left you his hoodie."

It took me a moment to process what she said. When I did, I was blushing furiously. I stormed out of the cabin, ready to start the daily screaming match. Like always, half the camp is gathered in a semi-circle around Cabin 4, and Conner pushes his way through with Travis at his heels. They aren't smiling. Well, at least Travis isn't.

"Conner I swear to the gods I will destroy you! Give it back!"

Conner is waving what looks like an old diary in the air.

"Nuh-uh, you broke your promise, you know what has to happen!"

I noticed their appearances for the first time. Conner looks normal. Messy hair, rumpled clothes, dirty boots. Travis, on the other hand, looks like he tried to look good. His hair looked brushed, his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was cleaned and had no wrinkles, his jeans looked washed, his snow boots cleanish. When he tries, Travis doesn't look too bad.

Conner reaches me, gasping for air.

"Here-here you go. From-From Travis."

I look at the diary in his hands and then look at Travis. Travis looks devastated. His head is hanging, he is fidgeting with his hands, and not making eye contact. Whatever is in the diary, it must be super private. If an Aphrodite girl was given this chance, she would have read it aloud to the whole camp, just for fun. But I wasn't an Aphrodite girl. I take the diary, walk up to Travis, and hold out the diary. He stares, in shock, at me. I could feel the whole camp share his surprise.

"Here," I whisper. "Keep it. You obviously don't want to share it, so keep it."

He stares at me, and then the most childish, genuine smile, spreads across his face. He then hugs me so hard I can't breathe.

"Travis." I laugh into his coat. "I can't breathe!"

He blushes and let's go. "Oh, sorry. Just, thank you so much!"

"Now, just because I didn't embarrass you, doesn't mean I'm not going to kill you for covering me in glitter."

His smile fades into his normal smirk.