Faking It

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A/N: just thought i shouLd show u a little lov3 from this dude, mi fell0 smol beans; nice to see u aga!n, mi frens how aRe u? still  aliv3? let'S keep it dat way, yea? no matteR how hArd, I can relat3 them temptati0ns no...uH...NOT be, anD though ik its not ok-- i will bE theRe fur u. did I say dat befor3? idk bUt jusT an FyI 

One week since the party and I still can't get over the fact that Stoll kissed me.

Long enough to know that I hate this relationship and what I've managed to do with it. How I will be unable to deal with the fact that Travis will leave me and go off to see her majesty, Princess Myra Starr into the sun set.

Jealousy over comes me and I frown. "Get a hold of yourself," I tell myself, shaking my head.

"What?" Miranda turns from her conversation and faces me.

"Nothing—just saying I should get up." I tell her. I need to get over this boy fast.

"Oh, okay," she shrugs, then studies me further. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah," I brush her off. "I should get going though, I'm—"

"Meeting up with Travis," She finishes for me, waving a dismissive hand. "I know, I know."

I take a quick shower, washing my hair, and self, letting the hot water consume me. I get out, get dressed in a green floral tank top and a pair of shorts. I brush my hair and pull it into a ponytail.

Once I'm done getting dressed I check the time to see if I didn't screw up and wake up late again. 7:50? Meeting Trav at 8:00? Not that long of a walk. Yep. On time. We're good.

I head out (down the route-I think its heading south,) to the fields. As soon as I get there I notice that Travis isn't here and that means I can get a small head start on gardening for today.

I start to check up on the strawberries—some are ripe while others are not, so I grab a basket and pick some. After a while, the work starts making me hungry and consider ditching my meet up with Travis, and just getting breakfast myself. I gather up my baskets of the fruit and my tools, and begin walking to the shed when strong arms wrap around me.

At first I'm startled due to being caught off-guard—I didn't even hear anyone coming up behind me—but then I smell in the scent of soap and already some sweat and recognize that it's just Travis.

"Hey." He says. "Sorry I'm late, I woke up at 8 and still had to get dressed and then Connor was being a butthole and—"

"It's fine Trav." I say struggling out of his grasp so I can put my things away. "Ew, you're sweaty though."

He takes the basket out of my hand and sets it on the ground. "I've been busy."

"Do I even want to know what you've been up to?"

He doesn't say much. Just gives me his signature smirk.

"Pranks. I see." I laugh.

"You know me so well, babe." He kisses my cheek, folding my back into his arms. "I'm not that gross though am I?"

"No," I tell him. I let him burry himself in my neck.

"Yeah. Well, as long as I'm not the one getting pranked, or the one who is going to get boyfriend-complaints again, then its all good" I wrap my arms around his neck as he does around my waist.

"You got it."

"What are you doing?"

"You smell really good for some reason...like somethings different...." his voice is muffled by my skin.