That night I was sitting at dinner, twirling spaghetti around my fork and daydreaming. Every time I saw Travis I zoned out. I could practically feel him kissing me. It was bad.
If Miranda noticed, she didn't say anything.
There was a game of capture the flag after dinner, but I decided to fake sick and skip it. I wouldn't be any help to my team anyways, the second I saw Travis I would forget whatever it was I was supposed to be doing.
I read in my cabin for a little while, but after about 20 minutes I was bored by the emptiness. So I took my book, A Midsummer Nights Dream, and went to where else but my garden.
I sat there peacefully, just reading my book and listening to the sound of the crickets. It was so nice.
That is, until it wasn't.
"Kaaatie." said a voice, pretending to be ghostly. "What?" I snapped, irritated that my peace had been interrupted. "So snappy, Katie Cat."
My breath caught in my throat. Katie Cat? The only person who calls me Katie Cat is Travis.
Lo and behold, the guy I'd been thinking about all day sat down on the bench next to me. "What, no 'Stoll'? I'm almost offended." "Sorry, Stoll."
"Aw, come on, Katie Cat. Put some heart into it." I took a deep breath, sounding irritated, but really just trying to remind myself who I'm dealing with.
"Go. Away. Stoll." I said, putting emphasis on the Stoll. Half of me believed that I wanted him to leave, and half of me never wanted him to go away.
He turned to look at me, sitting criss cross applesauce. "I don't want to go away, Katie. I want to talk to you." I could barely breathe. I was terrified that he was going to tell me he knows how I feel about him, and that he doesn't feel the same way.
"Katie," he began. I bit my lip and looked away. "Katie, please look at me." I turned my head. He took a deep breath. "Um, whats that you're reading there?" I held up the cover of my book, afraid that if I spoke I would cry.
"Shakespeare." He said, with the little smile I had grown to love. "Nice. 'The course of true love never did run smooth.'" I smiled. "You didn't strike me as the Shakespeare type, Tr-, Stoll."
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Katie Cat." I smiled. "I'm pretty bad about doing that." He nudged me with his elbow. "I can tell."
A thought popped into my head, and I decided that for once in my life I was going to have some courage and do something without knowing what was going to happen.
I mustered all my strength, and moved my head to rest on Travis' shoulder. Instead of moving away or acting weirded out like I was afraid he might, he relaxed into it, and put his head onto mine.
