Tratie| Editing

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"Open the pranks' shed," Travis told me,

"you open it," I replied,

"just open it," he groaned, covering his face with his hands.

I got up on my elbows, "I'm not getting up from here," I said, looking at him, and laid back down.

"Well, neither am I," he said, "if you want to die of boredom, then sure!"

"How is it raining inside the borders, anyway?" I asked him, groaning.

"You're asking me?"

"this is your cabin?" I told him, and he reclined back in his bunk.

I rolled my eyes and gave up trying to find the solution.

After a few thirty minutes of boredom, I finally gave in, and got the magical plate from the other side of the bed.

"Yeah, you know what pass me a plate too," Travis said, getting up.

"get up and take it," I said, as my plate filled with a salad of strawberries and other food. He didn't budge however, so I tossed the plate to him. Thankfully, he caught it. Or it would have shattered into a thousand pieces. His plate filled with pizza, and we began eating.

But after finishing my salad, I was bored once again.

"Can you just open the pranks shed?" Travis asked, exasperated, "you're closer to it,"

"Fine!" I gave in, "Fine, my dude!"

I opened it. And grabbed a tennis racket.

"A tennis racket?" I asked him, he finally got up.

"There's two," he said, and after a lot of digging, I found the second one and a tennis ball. I threw the ball to him and the racket, and we started a game of tennis inside the cabin (which I didn't think was allowed, but, um, it was raining inside camp borders so-).

And after that, We were bored again.

"Are you allowed to keep tennis racquets in a shed anyway?" I asked him. He just shrugged, and I rolled my eyes.

"there's also a portable table tennis set," he explained.

I got up from my sleeping position on the bed to look at him, shook my head, and laid back down.

"Has it stopped raining?" I asked Travis.

"Oh, wait let me see-" he said sarcastically, "too bad you covered. our. windows. with. freaking. permanent. paint." he said, before sitting back down on the chair.

"Wanna play twenty questions?" I asked him, he just shrugged.

"Me first," I said, and after thinking for a long time and not being able to come up with something, I sighed and asked, "why don't you look out the window we just cleaned?"

He rolled his eyes, and chuckled, "seriously Kit-Kat?" he asked, "that's your question?'

"Two things again, Stoll," I said, stopping my game of 'throw-the-ping-pong-ball-in-the-air-and-catch-it-again' to look at him, "Firstly, don't call me that, and secondly- yes, now answer it!"

"Well, the window's not exactly see-through yet either..." he said truthfully, I just shrugged. "fair enough."

"my turn," he said, "why is there that huge scar on your arm?" he asked.

I raised my left arm to see the scar I had gotten from a hellhound five years ago.

"Well, when I first came to camp at eleven, a hellhound decided to attack me," I said weakly, thinking of how close I was to dying then,

"Oh yeah," Travis said, remembering, "I was supposed to be in the med room when you were out, but I got busy planning a prank, how many years was that again?" he said,

"four," I said, "and of course you were plotting a prank, how else would I have lost so much blood?" I said, and we both laughed, "My turn!" I said. I tried to think of a question, and grinned evilly, Travis' eyes widened at my expression. I turned around on the top bunk and looked down to see him, "who do you like the most?" I asked. This would be great blackmail.

He was about to say something, but stopped himself, "Connor," he replied.

I gave him a 'seriously, dude?' face, and turned back around to lie in bed.

"My question is..." he thought for a second, "the same thing you asked me," he said, grinning slightly, but I could sense a little bit of nervousness.

Thankfully, he couldn't see my face, but I had a backup plan, "Miranda," I replied, "or probably Dad," I thought.

"My question for you is..." I really couldn't think of anything, "Do you have a middle name?" I asked him, since I couldn't think of anything.

"Nah," he replied easily, "favourite food?" he asked,

"does fast food count?" I asked him, he nodded, "Um... even if it's not fast food, I think I like strawberries the most," I answered,

"My turn!" I said, but couldn't think of anything, "okay, I have nothing, and I'm bored again," I replied. Travis groaned.

"ugh, we wouldn't even be here if you didn't prank the Hermes cabin," he said.

I got up from my sleeping position to look at him.

"Excuse me?" I asked him,

"we wouldn't even be in this mess if you didn't prank the Hermes cabin," he repeated, louder.

"no, we wouldn't be here if you didn't prank the Demeter cabin every day!" I clarified.

"Well, why do you think we pranked the Demeter cabin everyday?" he asked me, then his eyes widened and he kept quiet.

"Well, why did you?" I asked him. He just shook his head, and dropped the topic. I rolled my eyes again out of annoyance. "seriously Stoll, why did you?" I questioned him again, "there are so many other cabins, so why Demeter?"

He didn't reply, so I just sighed, and grabbed the blanket from the foot of the bed to go to sleep. I heard Travis mutter something, but I was already too sleepy, and couldn't bother to hear another one of his excuses. It was wierd how we were playing twenty questions one second, and arguing the next.

I kinda liked talking to him, though... Maybe I shouldn't have asked him that...