Skinny Love - A Tratie Fanfiction

.F.

   .Friends or Foes?.

  

 

   .Travis.

 

 

   “Do you miss her?” Connor asked.

 We were in the middle of planning a new prank. This time we’re targeting Cabin 5, Ares’s troops, when Cabin 4 came up, and of course, Katie was brought up. I haven’t talked to her in months. And yes, I do miss her, so much that it aches like crazy. It definitely proved that there were things worse than death.

   “Trav?” my brother inquired.

   “What?”

   “Do you miss her?”

   My eyes turned misty.

Ever since that encounter in the woods, I’ve been the most emotional teenager in camp. I believe I could even best a pregnant lady.

   “Yes, I do. I miss her like crazy, and there’s no point in hiding it. I want her so bad, but I can’t. Why? Because I’ve fucked everything up!”

   Connor’s intense glare softened, almost like pitying me. And I hated it.

   So I got up, unable to control my anger. I stormed off to the cabin’s entryway without looking back at him.

   “I’ll see you in a bit, I suppose,” I heard him mutter.

   The anger subsided as soon as I swung the door shut behind me. It was pretty cold, despite the camp’s magical weather. But what really surprised me is a small figure sitting on a porch, staring out onto the sky. The light silhouetted her, and I can’t tell who she is. Normally, I would’ve addressed her, but instead I walked closer, to see her better, to know who she is.

   She whirled around in surprise when I was a foot away from the railing, almost falling off. I was disappointed when I saw her face. The silhouetted girl wasn’t Katie; she was one of her siblings, Miranda.

   I started apologizing for startling her, but she waved those off. She said that I shouldn’t apologize to her, but to someone else.

   “You mean your sister, Katie.”

   “Who else do you think, idiot?” she retorted.

   I could only stare at her. Miranda looked nothing like Katie, with deep brown eyes and chocolate colored hair, but still stunning. Her face says she’s furious.

   “Look… I didn’t mean to… Honestly…”  I stammered.

   “No need an explanation for me. Save it for Katie!” And with that, she stormed off.

   I suppose I need to talk to her. Apologize, beg for forgiveness, all that shit.

Though, it feels like it’s scary as hell. All the words that’ll accidentally slip out of my mouth—the ones I don’t want her to know just yet, all the stammering I’ll do—gods, I can’t do this.