E is for Easter
"Oh," Travis moaned while staring at the Demeter cabin's roof. It was Easter and the Stoll brothers wanted to celebrate. How to celebrate? There's only one way to celebrate Easter! They hid eggs and chocolate bunnies, of course. But they didn't just hide it anywhere. Oh no, they had a special place to hide their eggs. Where could it be? Oh, on top of the Demeter cabin's roof, obviously. Whoever made the cabins really should have thought of using something other than grass to use for the roof. Not only is it unsafe (have you ever even read the Three Little Pigs?), but it's just a giant target for great pranks throughout the centuries. "It's so beautiful." He wiped an imaginary tear from the corner of his eye and sniffled.
"It really is," Conner agreed, admiring their work as well.
They did not get to admire in silence for very long though. "Excuse me?" Katie yelled behind them, making them turn around to face her. She was quite a bit shorter than them at the time and had to look up.
"Yes?" Conner asked with a small smile.
"What is this?" she shouted, motioning over to her cabin.
They turned back around to admire their work once more. "It's gorgeous," Conner mumbled.
"It's a masterpiece," Travis decided.
Tilting his head to the side, he said, "If you squint your eyes it looks like something from Monet."
"I can totally see that weird, screaming guy."
"That's not Monet. That's Edvard Munch."
"Since when did you become an art major?"
"When I was dating the chick that was obsessed with art."
"Oh, that one with the big-"
"Exactly."
"She was hot."
"Ya think I would've gone out with her for so long if she wasn't?"
"I'm still here!" Katie shouted, moving in front of the twins to semi-block their view of the cabin.
"We know," Travis said.
"We've just decided to ignore you," Conner added. "Your voice is very . . ."
"Annoying."
"There's the word."
"It's very loud."
"Squeaky."
"Annoying."
"It kind of makes me wanna punch a baby."
"And kick 'em in the face."
"And push 'em down a hill."
"Yes. Push them down a hill, indeed."
Katie stared at them in shock. Were they serious? "My voice can't be that annoying . . . Can it?"
"Oh it can," Conner told her bluntly.
"Maybe you can fix it," Travis said.
"Yeah." Conner lowered his voice so he sounded like the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk. "You can talk like this for the rest of the day."
Travis laughed, and lowered his voice too. "Yes, you can talk like this. Try it. It will surely help."
"No," Katie blurted. "I will not talk like that!"
"Why not?" Conner bugged, still with the low voice.
"Because it's weird and annoying, and if you don't stop, you're going to make me push a baby down a hill!"
Both boys went silent and serious. Conner shook his head. "No," he said. "You're not up to that level yet."
"What level?"
"The level of coolness that allows you to push babies down hills."
"Maybe you should start with rolling a pillow down a hill," Travis suggested.
"Or maybe punch a flower."
"No, she couldn't do that. Not to her own kind."
"Maybe you can try a stuffed animal."
"Slow down, Speed Racer! That's next week!"
The conch horn blew in the distance. "Woah," Conner said. "Aphrodite cabin just got out of swords class. Gotta go stalk Melani." He ran off towards the arena leaving Travis and Katie by themselves.
They stood in silence for a little while, before Travis started to turn around and go back to his own cabin.
"You've still gotta clean it up, you know," Katie shouted as Travis was walking away. He paused where he was and turned around to look at her. "I'm not going to do it."
He smiled and walked back towards her a bit. "Oh, you just don't get it, do you, Sarah?"
"That's not my name."
"It's not?" he asked. She shook her head. "Sadie. Sabrina. Samantha. Sierra. Sandra. Susan. Suzie. Sonia. Sasha. Savannah. Shan-"
"My name's Katie."
"That was definitely my next guess." Travis smiled when he saw the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, but they disappeared quickly. "So, Katie, I'm not going to clean this up."
"And why not?"
He chuckled. "It's a prank."
"So?"
"So, I'm not going to clean it up." He turned around again to walk back to his cabins, but Katie stopped him.
"You are going to clean this up!"
"Make me."
Ten minutes later Travis was found on the Demeter cabin's roof, picking up hard-boiled eggs and chocolate bunnies, while a vicious, thorny vine threatened him every time he tried to escape. Katie may not have enjoyed the Stoll brothers, but she sure was enjoying her Easter that year.
"It really is," Conner agreed, admiring their work as well.
They did not get to admire in silence for very long though. "Excuse me?" Katie yelled behind them, making them turn around to face her. She was quite a bit shorter than them at the time and had to look up.
"Yes?" Conner asked with a small smile.
"What is this?" she shouted, motioning over to her cabin.
They turned back around to admire their work once more. "It's gorgeous," Conner mumbled.
"It's a masterpiece," Travis decided.
Tilting his head to the side, he said, "If you squint your eyes it looks like something from Monet."
"I can totally see that weird, screaming guy."
"That's not Monet. That's Edvard Munch."
"Since when did you become an art major?"
"When I was dating the chick that was obsessed with art."
"Oh, that one with the big-"
"Exactly."
"She was hot."
"Ya think I would've gone out with her for so long if she wasn't?"
"I'm still here!" Katie shouted, moving in front of the twins to semi-block their view of the cabin.
"We know," Travis said.
"We've just decided to ignore you," Conner added. "Your voice is very . . ."
"Annoying."
"There's the word."
"It's very loud."
"Squeaky."
"Annoying."
"It kind of makes me wanna punch a baby."
"And kick 'em in the face."
"And push 'em down a hill."
"Yes. Push them down a hill, indeed."
Katie stared at them in shock. Were they serious? "My voice can't be that annoying . . . Can it?"
"Oh it can," Conner told her bluntly.
"Maybe you can fix it," Travis said.
"Yeah." Conner lowered his voice so he sounded like the giant from Jack and the Beanstalk. "You can talk like this for the rest of the day."
Travis laughed, and lowered his voice too. "Yes, you can talk like this. Try it. It will surely help."
"No," Katie blurted. "I will not talk like that!"
"Why not?" Conner bugged, still with the low voice.
"Because it's weird and annoying, and if you don't stop, you're going to make me push a baby down a hill!"
Both boys went silent and serious. Conner shook his head. "No," he said. "You're not up to that level yet."
"What level?"
"The level of coolness that allows you to push babies down hills."
"Maybe you should start with rolling a pillow down a hill," Travis suggested.
"Or maybe punch a flower."
"No, she couldn't do that. Not to her own kind."
"Maybe you can try a stuffed animal."
"Slow down, Speed Racer! That's next week!"
The conch horn blew in the distance. "Woah," Conner said. "Aphrodite cabin just got out of swords class. Gotta go stalk Melani." He ran off towards the arena leaving Travis and Katie by themselves.
They stood in silence for a little while, before Travis started to turn around and go back to his own cabin.
"You've still gotta clean it up, you know," Katie shouted as Travis was walking away. He paused where he was and turned around to look at her. "I'm not going to do it."
He smiled and walked back towards her a bit. "Oh, you just don't get it, do you, Sarah?"
"That's not my name."
"It's not?" he asked. She shook her head. "Sadie. Sabrina. Samantha. Sierra. Sandra. Susan. Suzie. Sonia. Sasha. Savannah. Shan-"
"My name's Katie."
"That was definitely my next guess." Travis smiled when he saw the corners of her mouth turn up slightly, but they disappeared quickly. "So, Katie, I'm not going to clean this up."
"And why not?"
He chuckled. "It's a prank."
"So?"
"So, I'm not going to clean it up." He turned around again to walk back to his cabins, but Katie stopped him.
"You are going to clean this up!"
"Make me."
Ten minutes later Travis was found on the Demeter cabin's roof, picking up hard-boiled eggs and chocolate bunnies, while a vicious, thorny vine threatened him every time he tried to escape. Katie may not have enjoyed the Stoll brothers, but she sure was enjoying her Easter that year.