tratie one shots

Friends

Heavily inspired by the fact that Liz and Wes from Better Than the Movies are SO TRATIE CODED.

Also just friends to lovers in a normal au now!

Katie:
My hands found their way to Travis' forearm, latching on in the way they had lately been itching to. As we walked into the house party, I let out a small sigh of relief that it wasn't a massive rager, but only around twenty kids or so were here. The relief also had nothing to do with the fact that I finally had a reason to touch Travis the way I secretly wanted to.

We had been fake dating for just over a month now. It started with my intense crush on Ryan Blakely, and the fact that I was "too desperate" for him, to quote Travis, and needed something to make him notice me. At the same time, Travis had been refusing to tell his mom he broke up with his perfect ex-girlfriend for weeks, and needed a way to tell her they were done, without explanation.

As my best friend of ten years, he then proposed a mutually beneficial fake relationship. Being with him would make Ryan not only notice me, but feel jealous, while it also wouldn't force him to explain exactly why he broke up with Rebecca, who was literally the most perfect girlfriend ever.

Unfortunately, as much as Ryan has been paying attention to me, my feelings have complicated the entire situation. Even though we hung out almost every day before we started fake dating, and constantly bickered and talked, I can't help but see him....differently. Now when I look at him, I think of the way that his hands feel wrapped around mine, instead of the time he laughed so hard that water exploded out of his nose.

I have done literally everything I can to tell myself that it isn't real, but my body apparently hasn't got the memo. As evidenced by the way my skin erupted in goosebumps as he placed his hand on my lower back, guiding me towards a plastic table with drinks on it.

"Ryan's playing beer pong with his friends, should I go over?" I asked, turning towards Travis as we stopped in front of the table. Ryan. This was why we're doing this. So I could go out with Ryan. I just needed to get that through my head.

"No way." He said easily, grabbing one beer for himself and my favorite hard seltzer flavor; strawberry lime. He passed me the seltzer as he continued, "You gotta make him wait a bit. He'll go crazy if he thinks you don't care that he's here."

I frowned, watching as he grinned at my expression. "But we were just texting like a two hours ago; he knows that I know he's here."

"Trust me, Katie Kat. Let's mingle for a bit and wait for him to come to you."

I sighed, mumbling a "Don't call me that," which I knew would go unheard. Somehow, Travis was friends with everyone in our school, and had never been to a party or social event and not immediately started chatting with someone he knows. He grabbed my hands, dragging my unwilling body to a group of people I vaguely recognized.

For the next hour, we talked with some of our friends, and walked around the basement we were in, occasionally dancing, but mostly just staying next to each other. And always touching, whether it was holding my hand, and putting his arm around me, if I was near Travis, he would find physical contact.

As we stood across from some of our friends dancing, a movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. I looked over to see Ryan smiling at me and waving. Honestly, I forgot he was here for a while, too wrapped up with Travis and his stupid, though occasionally funny, jokes.

I smiled politely and waved back, already turning away when he started mouthing something to me.

"Wanna play?" He asked, gesturing towards the beer pong table in front of him.

Knowing that Ryan was asking me to play a round of a drinking game with him while I was holding Travis' hand left a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn't help it, but it just felt wrong and douchey.

I suddenly felt a squeeze at my hand, and looked up to Travis. For a second, I swore he was glaring at Ryan with such an intense anger, I almost wanted to ask if something had happened. It was gone in an instant, though, and just as quickly, he was glancing down at me with a heated, frustrated expression. I looked up into his cerulean eyes, surprised and concerned, as I felt my entire body warm underneath his gaze.

Almost uncontrollably, my hand squeezed his back, and in and instant, he moved. Both of his hands went to my waist, and he turned me so my back was to Ryan. Pulling me up to my tip-toes, he leaned down and kissed me.

It was so quick, I gasped, relishing the way his large hands squeezed at my waist. My hands went to his biceps, then neck, suddenly desperate for his touch.

What am I doing? I silently demanded, already knowing this would forever change our friendship. And he was my best friend, who knew me better than anyone. His hand moved, angling my head to the right as he leaned further down.

I remembered the first time we met, when we were seven. I fell off my bike while riding around the block, right in front of his house. I scraped my knee and totally freaked out, crying uncontrollably for my dad. Travis ran outside, quickly sat me down on the sidewalk, told me wait, and sprinted the five minute distance down the street to get my dad. He made it back before my dad could get to me, and sat next to me, letting a stranger cry while he hugged me.

I remembered the look on elation on his face when we saw we would be in the same fourth grade class, the first time we wouldn't only see each other at recess. He whooped and hollered, jumping around and immediately shouting for his mom to tell her the big news, his smile blinding me.

I remembered in middle school, when I told him that a group of boys had started making fun of me at lunch. He was furious, and begged me to report them to the principal, but I was too scared. The next day, almost the whole groups backpacks and supplies were superglued to their lockers. The ringleader, Todd, however, had nothing. Until the end of the day, when Travis and him started fighting on the pavement. Trav got a week of after school detentions, but when I demanded why he was that stupid, he just shrugged and said "I'd do it again."

I remembered the winter of our freshmen year, when it snowed for ten hours straight, leaving almost eight inches of pillowy soft snow. We snuck onto a golf course with our old sleds, and spent the entire day going up and down the hills. Finally, when we saw a group of men moving toward us, obviously about to kick us off, we sprinted away, laughing until our stomachs hurt.

And I remembered our movie nights. Our weekly tradition for the past five years. Every Friday, we meet at someone's house, bring the most unhealthy foods we can, and watch a new movie together. We don't talk, but it's comforting all the same, to be in his presence.

Dimly, I realized he was always there for me. Making me laugh, comforting me when I cried, standing protectively next to me at every party we went to. He knew me more than I knew myself, and the thought of messing that up because I couldn't control my emotions hit me like a slap to the face.

I stepped back, mouth agape and lips still tingling as I looked at him. Travis breathed heavily, hands still on me, head hanging low as he stared into my eyes. Whatever he saw in my face made him step back abruptly, arms dropping. There was a moment of hesitation, where I wanted to scream at him, or kiss him again, or make him do anything.

"Ryan saw, so he'll probably ask you out soon." He said, no emotion in his voice. Then, he turned around and walked out the back door.

Hi! I wrote this in about 30 minutes so excuse all the errors and whatever. Anyway....better than the movies inspired tratie! Hope u all like it, cuz I LOVE a classic fake dating.

Part 2 is already being written and will be coming out soon!

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