Borderlines

Chapter Eight

Fawn was laying in a chair by the poolside vainly trying to get a tan. It was something that always seemed impossible for her, but she tried anyways. It wasn't fun walking around like a pale ghost. The invisible sunrays touched her skin, warming her. A breeze drifted through the pool area, sending a nice cool to her skin when she got too hot. A shadow came across her and stayed there. Fawn slowly peeked open her eyes and sat up angrily.
"Don't worry, I'm not standing here to stare at you." Travis said. He was in swim trunks and was standing in front of her shirtless. Fawn hoped he didn't expect her to be flattered.
"If you keep showing up like this when I'm alone, I'm going to start calling the police on you." Fawn growled and laid back down, closing her eyes. She heard a chair creak beside her and sighed. knowing Travis had sat down beside her now. She looked at him.
"What do you want now?" Fawn sat up on one elbow. Travis held his arms out.
"Does there always have to be reason for me to see you?" He asked. Fawn frowned.
"Yes."
"Maybe I have come to woo you." Fawn laughed despite her loathing for him.
"That will be the day." Travis smiled and looked around, suddenly looking nervous which Fawn didn't like.
"Travis..." She began slowly, he looked at her seeming a bit unsteady.
"Fawn, I came to warn you." He said. Fawn sat up completely.
"Warn me about what?" She demanded.
"You know the parade today?" Fawn nodded. Clay had said today there would be a parade to show them to the public. it would Amp up the excitement and give people someone to cheer for.
"When we go by the Lincoln Memorial today, duck and stay down. Okay?" Fawn's eyes widened.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Travis took a deep breath.
"Listen, you did me a favor now I'm doing you one. Just duck, okay?" Fawn was speechless.
"What? Why? What's going to happen?" She asked the string of questions quickly. Travis only stood up.
"I can't tell you." He began walking away and Fawn started to follow him.
"Travis!" She shouted in frustration. He ignored her and began to exit the pool area. She put a hand on her hips.
"You didn't even come down here to swim!" Travis gave her a thumbs up and Fawn crossed her arms in frustration before raking her fingers through her hair. She looked around as if the pool held any answers for her, but of course the pool didn't reveal anything. She looked back at the gate that Travis had left through.
"Now what!" She shouted to no one in particular. Fawn grabbed her towel and exited the pool area, stomping up to her room.
"Fawn?" Violet asked when Fawn continued towards the bathroom angerily.
"You know what I don't get Violet?" Fawn said from the bathroom as she took her hair out of it's ponytail.
"What's that?" Violet asked from the room.
"Men, I don't get them." Fawn said, glancing in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. Fawn was confused when Violet started laughing,
"What?" Fawn asked, half confused and half frustrated. Violet took a deep breath, holding off another bout of laughter.
"Fawn, no one understands men, not even men." She chuckled. Fawn broke into a small smile, shaking her head.
"Well someone should figure it out because I sure can't." Fawn complained while she grabbing her clothes. The parade was allowed to be casual and Fawn was glad. Her chest still hurt from her corset yesterday.
"Do you need any help?" Violet asked, coming across the room. Fawn waved the servant away quickly.
"I'll be fine, Violet." She laughed. Violet seemed a bit hurt by Fawn's rejection of her help and Fawn felt bad.
"Although, I could use a bit of that vanilla perfume you gave me the other day." She said quickly. Violet's face lit up.
"I will go get it." She answered and rushed off down the hall. Fawn closed her room door, changing into her nice pair of jeans and fancy, but yet still simple, blouse. She grabbed a black pair of sneakers from her closet and slipped them on. Violet had just come back to the room when Fawn had finished re-brushing her hair.
"Thank you." Fawn said as took the bottle of perfume and sprayed it on her wrists and neck. She handed it back to the patiently waiting Violet.
"What do you think?" Fawn asked, spinning in a circle. Violet tilted her head.
"I think you look better in a dress." She said simply. Fawn rolled her eyes.
"I think I would also feel miserable." She replied. Fawn glanced at the clock and realized she needed to get going if she was going to arrive at the parade check-in on time. She grabbed a small jacket, even though she doubted she would need it, and headed out the door. Fawn headed down the stairs quickly, deciding to take her own car to the parade. Garrett and she had decided to use her car since, it was a convertible and would be easy to sit on. She quickly found her black camaro and put the keys in the ignition.