You and Travis have been denying your feelings for each other for years now. Since you both were 12. And you’re 18 now. He played a lot of pranks with his brother, Connor and you played music a lot. A child of Apollo and a Son of Hermes. What could go wrong. A lot. If you really think about it.

You two have playful fights and real fights. But none of you fights compared to today. You’ve been fighting all day and haven’t gotten a long for a while now, which confused many campers at Camp Half-Blood. You were fighting yet again in Travis’s cabin, the Hermes one, because he stole your lucky guitar pick. Again.

Well, it wasn’t a lucky guitar pick, but it’s the gift Apollo gave you. He said something about loud music being bad and being able to defeat monsters with it. No one knows because you’ve never used it. You just call it your lucky guitar pick because whenever you play with it, you make no mistakes on the chords of you guitar.

“I didn’t steal it!” Travis yelled as the arguing got even more heated.