Curly Headed Cutie (Original)

Chp. 14: "Oh, the irony..."

Friday Afternoon...

"Thanks again, Travis. This means a lot to me." I state as we pull up in front of the Party Venue.

"Don't mention it," He says pulling into a parking spot. I grab my bag from the back, pushing up my glasses. I unbuckle myself and step out of the car. I close the car door, pulling my jeans up, and walk down the sidewalk.

My legs begin shaking at the thought of entering this building. It is the stepping stone for my future.

I'm so nervous, yet so excited!!

I can finally fulfill a promise...to Mom...

Tears come to my eyes at that thought, remembering Mom's loving face and smile.

I miss her...

"Wait!"

I jump, turning around, and find Travis running up to me. "I wanna come with," He says, smiling at me. I laugh, awkwardly, "Oh! Um, look, Travis, it's fine! I can manage things from here. Thank you for your help."

"Oh, no, that's the thing, I want to help out."

"Why?"

"Because."

"But why?"

"Because."

"Travis-" "Tiffany."

I sigh, "Travis, I can handle this by myself. It's sweet of you to-"

"We should probably get going if you're going to do this job," Travis interrupts fixing his black leather jacket. He then trudges forward, and I immediately freak out.

I'm not ready to go in yet!!!

I'm not ready to go in yet!!!

"WAIT!!!" I say, harshly, "I said I'll be fine, didn't I?!" He doesn't even spare me a glance as we walk up some steps. I glare at him, "I know you can hear me! You know, it's rude for you to ignore people."

Still, doesn't say anything...

I grab his arm and try pulling him back, but he keeps walking forward, dragging me behind him. "Stop...walking..." I grunt, struggling to stop him from moving, "Stop...it..."

He laughs, looking back at me, "What's wrong with you?" I groan, "YOU! THAT'S WHAT'S WRONG!!"

I keep trying to pull him away, but he's got an advantage over me. We arrive in front of the double glass doors as I continue protesting, still pulling his arm, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!!"

"Doing what?" He asks, looking over at me, genuine confusion on his face. I stomp my foot, arms wrapped around his, "This! Ignoring me!"

Shrugging, Travis smirks, "It's funny seeing you upset."

Of course he'd think that...

He then reaches for the door handle, and I yelp, grabbing his hand, "Don't you dare open that door!" He looks down at me, mischief in his eyes.

"Don't..." I plead, staring at him. We stare at one another for a moment, and I whimper, "Please!"

"Okay, okay," He laughs, face softening. The wind ripples through his hair, and mine as he says, "I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I sigh with relief, pushing up my glasses, "Okay, I guess you can come in with me I might need some help. However...I feel like I need to wait a minute to prepare myself."