The Heart broken Heart Breaker Travis X Reader

Chapter 10

I wole up with a start. I sat up, hitting something hard with
my elbow. It groaned in pain.
My eyes snapped to the direction of the voice, inching back instinctively. I ended up rolling off the coach. I let out a loud shriek once I hit the carpet floor
"Sh*t." I heard Travis croak out, followed by some rustling as he sat up to peer down at me. "Are you okay?"
Trying to ignore the soreness of my joints, I pushed myself up to a sitting position. I looked around the room, blinking the progginess away.
Travis suddenly burst out laughing. "You-you should have seen your- face."
"How about I push you off the coach and you tell me how funny it is?"
He straightened up in his seat and bit down on his lower lip to keep himself from laughing.
I coudn't remember falling asleep last night. I tried to recall as much as I could about the night before, and the memories came to me with clarity so sharp that the grogginess immediately disappeared.
We didn't finish our "game", but we agreed to keep count of our question.
I remember the things he had told me about him and his family. So when I found Travis failing to hold back his laughter any longer, I coudn't bring myself to be mad at him.
Instead of picking a fight with him, I asked where the kitchen was.
He looked up at me, his eyebrows creasing together. "What are you going to do in the kitchen?"
"I'm going to cook breakfast."
I gave him a wary glance. His sudden enthusiasm was making mr uneasy.
"Let's go on a picnic."
I stood by the doorway, gawking at the kitchen. Travis started rummaging through a large cabinet and found a medium-sized picnic basket. He presented it to me with a wide grin.
I crossed my arms over chest. "I still haven't agreed to that crazy idea of yours, Valkrum."
"It's not like we have something better to do. It's going to be fun," he insisted when he saw the look on my face. "Come on.Don't you miss going to picnics?"
"I never went to one."
"What?" He placed the basket atop the counter, walking closer to where I was standing. "You've never been on a Picnic?" I shook my head.
"Oh."
He didn't expect to hear that, but tgen he quickly recovered and a smile immediately apread acriss his face. "Oh, Y/S/N," he said. "What would you do without me?" Before I could say anything, he was already turning away. He opened the fridge and started to grab all sorts of stuff from it, piling them oh his arm, and setting them down on the counter with practiced ease. Then he grabbed a mixing bowl and a metal whisk while while humming a tune as he moved the kitchen with sense of purpose.
With a resigned sigh, I grabbed the apron hanging on the fridge. "Fine. Let's do this."
I decided to make sone egg rolls. I found a knife and chopping board and immediately set out to mince some bell peppers.
"What are you making?" I asked him, craning my neck to get a better look of what he was vigoursly mixing.
"Waffles," he replied.
"What else are we goint to make?" I asked him.
"Sandwiches?"
"I'll help you when I'm done with these."
We continued to work an aminle silence, save for his low humming and the thumps and clinks from the utensils.
I smiled and laughed whenever he said something funny.
I threw back witty retorts for each one of his sarcastic jabs. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was more relaxed than I had been in days.
When hr was done making Waffles, he washed his hands and splashed some of the excess water from his hands on my face. I retalited by grabbing a carrot and haphazardly throwing it at him. My aim was off, but he ducked away.
"Hey, that would have hurt," he complained, walking over to where the carrot had landed to pick it up.
"That was kind of the point, sherlock."
"You have horrible aim."
I stuck my nose up in the air in mild defiance. "I missed on puropse."
"Of course, you did," he said. "How else could anyone miss by what was that, four feet?"
"It was the carrot's fault."
I could tell that he was trying not to smile. "It was the carrot's fault," he repeated.
I flushed. "Shut up."
I let my hair hide my blush as I kept my eyes low. I felt him staring at me, and while I was determined to pretend not to notice, I coudn't ignore it for so long. I looked up, locking eyes with him. "What?"
"I was thinking," he replied without looking at me, "that it's nice to see this side of you.''
As soon as we finished the food, Travis unshered me up the stairs, saying he'll finish preparing the rest of our stuff while I showered.
I ecpected him to hand more of his clothes, but he suddenly stopped in front of Sam's room.
"Some of Sam's stuff might fit you," he explained the opened door.

They must've kept her room exactlyas it was before she died.
It looked as she was alive.
Travis's eyes swept across the room, lingering for a second too long on the clockboard. There was a wistful look on his face as he took everything in, and I had a feeling that he didn't usually go in her room.
"She had always been such a slob," he muttered, walking over to the vanity cabinet by the window.
I walked closer to the clockboard and found a picture of Travis with a girl who looked like his female version, Travis was taller than her, but her arm over his shoulders. The two of them wore identical grins.
"Was this her?"
Her hair was the same shade as Travis's and her eyess crinkled exactly like the way his did whenever he smiled.
"That girl," he said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I've been looking for this picture everywhere. I distinctly remember having this in my room until it magically disappeard."
"What was she like?" I asked him.
He didn't say anything for a while.
"I was this scrawny little kid when I was in grade school and...do you know Gene what's-his-name? The leader of the shadow knight group?"
"Yes," I said.
"Well, he usually bully me alot back then," he continued. "He would always take my sandwich or lunch money, trip me in the school bus, the likes."
I coudn't imagine him without his confidence, scrawny or not. He didn't seem like the type to het bullied.
"One time, Sam caught him trying to corner me in the park."
Even without turning to look at him, I had a feeling there was a smile on his face as he talked. "Gene was way taller than her, but she just appeared iut of nowhere and stepped between the two of us, telling him to "bug off."
"Did he leave?"
"Not at first," he replied. "But when he tried a steo forward, she grabbed his arm and suddenly bit it."
I coudn't help but laugh. "Wow "
"So I guess that's the kind person she was."
"The kind that bites the arms of unsuspecting bullies?" I asked
"Pretty much."
We looked at the pictures for a little longer. He told me the stories behind some of them, and I enjoyed the tour he was giving me of his past.
When we were done, we decided to finally search for clothes I could wear.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to wear her stuff?"
"It's fine," he said, sifting through the clothes hanging in her closet. " It's not like I can wear any of them."
"Technically," I told him, pulling out a (favorite color) and frilly dress and holding it up against his body, "you can."
He took it from me and held it up to his frame, "How do I look?" He struck a ridiculous pose along with an exaggerated fierce expression.
I burst out laughing. "Your pout bring all the boys to the yard."
"It's been a while since I last talked about her," he said as we put everything else back in her closet. "It's...wierd. I kind of thought I'd already forgotten about all the things thamt made her...her."
"She sounds awesome."
"Yeah," he said with a geniune smile on his face. "She really was."
I thought back to what he had told me earlier in the kitchen, and while I would never admit it in a million years, I liked seeing this other side of him as well.

"I am not getting on that thing"
I stared at the bycicle sitting on the driveway before looking back at Travis, who was beaming enthusiastically at me.
"But we're having a picnic," he insisted.
"What does a bicycle have anything to do with a picnic?"
"So you can appreciate the whole thing," he teased
"I honestly don't see how that works."
"It will give you the whole picnic experience," he reasoned stubbornly. He placed our packed food on the wire mesh basket on the handlebar. "Trust me."
"No." I stood my ground, crossing mynarms over my chest
"Let's just take your car."
"Don't tell me you don't know how to ride a bike." Upon seeing the look on my face, it finally drowned on him. "You just have to sit back there and hold tight."
"Or we can take your car," I suggested.
"Come on, (Your surname)." He grabbed the bike and pushed it closer to where I was standing. "I promise I won't crash."
I eyed the bike, trying not to think back to that one time when i rode one and crashed into a tree and ebded up with a sprained ankle.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope," he replied.
After much consideration, I let out a sigh and resigned myself to his irrational logic about this whole picnic-bicycle thing.
"If we get hurt, you are so going to pay."
Hes lips spread into a wide grin. "I don't break my promises, (Your surname)."

A/N
Hey guys i am so sorry for not uploading for a while because i was busy with my Jazz lessons and i became sick then i had to celebrate my cousins bday i've been busy i made this chapter long for you guys

CIAO~.