travis stoll was many things. he was trouble and lies, pranks and petty thefts, crooked smirks and mischievous eyes. but it was undeniable too, travis stoll knew how to keep a secret.

and his secret was you, just as much as he was yours. it started somewhere in june, long kisses filled with warm summer air, and the smell of strawberries and everything else good that summers at camp half-blood brought with them. secrecy added some sort of appeal to it if anything. kind of a spark.

it shone bright and colorful, as you were in the forest, a secluded part not too deep, but deep enough not to be interrupted. your back was pressed to a tree, travis's arms were on your waist, his lips were on your lips. the kiss sweet but insistent. lips dry, but movements soft. breathless. perfect.

travis leaned back, just a tad. he was your secret lover. your fairy-tale luminescent love. he looked in your face, in your eyes, like you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, like he couldn't get enough. a cheeky smirk overtook his lips, bright and lopsided. he pressed his forehead against yours, thumbs rubbing your sides. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"