tratie one shots ~

4. Sympathy

Travis pov 

"Shhh" I hissed at Connor, who at the moment was tangled in tissue paper. 

Yes, it was 2 a.m. Yes, Connor might have been sleepy. Did I care? no. We are going to pull this epic prank no matter what. 

Connor stuck his tongue out and rolled his eyes at me. After Katie had managed to get me in trouble for painting an absolute masterpiece on her cabin wall, I made it my own mission to get revenge on her. So here we were, at 2 a.m., at the back of Katie's cabin, trying to jump through her window. 

I hoisted Connor on my shoulder to throw him in the room and he pulled me up, and voila both of us landed inside her room with a thump. The room was dimly lit, which confused me, was Katie not sleeping? I glanced at her bed to make sure we didn't wake her up, since that would sabotage the whole plan, but was surprised when I saw that her bed was perfectly made. 

I got up, Connor still behind me, complaining about how heavy I was. Walking towards the light source, near the desk. There, was Katie slumped over her economics textbook, head on her hands, asleep. The warm yellow light from her desk lamp washed over her features. Her long eyelashes rested on her cheekbones, which were covered in freckles. Her hair was spilling over her notes and her lips were slightly parted. 

Something inside me stirred. Maybe sympathy, as I knew she had all morning classes, early the next day, and that she wasn't going to get much sleep in this position.

I went closer and patted her on her head gently, stroking her hair. She stirred and stared at me through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. "Go sleep in your bed," I whispered in her ear softly, not wanting to fully awaken her. She groaned, and slumped backward on her chair, mumbling something about completing an assignment. 

At that, I had no choice but to pick her up bridal style and gently place her on her bed. As it was slightly cold, I tried to look for a blanket in her room, but couldn't find one. So, I took off my hoodie and draped it over her. I couldn't help but feel a pang in my chest at how she cuddled my hoodie in her half-asleep state. Letting my intrusive thoughts win for a moment, I leaned in to kiss her forehead and then turned to face Connor.

He was smirking at me, and I tried to stop the flush creeping up my neck. 

"I'm guessing you don't want to prank her and take revenge on her anymore?" He said, smirking at me.

I looked away slightly embarrassed. "HEY! It was out of sympathy okay?" 

and we walked back to the cabin, him still complaining about how I got him out of bed to do absolutely nothing, and about how heavy I was. I ignored him. A small smile crept on my face.

Maybe sympathy was my strong suit.