What I Really Want To Say

Funny Feeling.

"Travis look." It had been two days since the whole TMZ fiasco happened, and i had twitter opened on my laptop. 

"What is it?" He had gotten significantly better. Yesterday, he went to a therapists office. She was great from what i heard from Travis and i thought i was more nervous than he was sitting in the waiting room for him. He was a little optimistic, only having two sessions so far and i really hoped this is what got him back to his original self.

"Look who tweeted you." There on the screen was no one other than Demi Lovato. I was starstruck, but then i remembered Trav and her did a song together and it made sense why they knew each other. 

@demilovato: Dear @travisrclark, you are not alone. twitpic.com/jwILkdnki2q3w

I opened the picture to find Demi's arms. I knew they were hers because of her tattoos. Her arms were similar to Travis'. They both had little pink scars all stacked up in a line. 

"Holy shit." Was all Travis could muster. He went to find his phone and immediately called Demi. I looked through all Travis' replies and realized they weren't all bad. Most of them were 'i hope you get better!' or 'I'm glad to know i'm not going though this alone.' Travis isn't the only one that has this, this thing in his mind that tells him to cut. Thousands of other normal people suffer from it too. And in the end, every single one of them just needed to know it was okay. Travis was finally figuring that out, but my heart ached for those who would never know. 

@MeganJennings: I love every single one of you. If you ever need a friend, tweet me. Or even better, put on your headphones and i'm right there with you.

Travis walked back into my room with a smile on his face. 

"It's going to be okay." He lifted me up and sat me on my bed. "I know that now. And i don't think i could ever show you how much i appreciate it baby." He got on top of me and started to kiss my neck.

There were two soft knocks at the door followed by Thomas' voice. "PIZZA!!" Travis quickly rolled off of me before Thomas barged in.

"I got Pizza Hut! Love me!" He shouted and jumed on the bed. "It's downstairs! C'mon before it gets cold!" One of the many things i loved about Tom was that he's always happy. Most of the time it was pretty annoying but i think i can manage for now. 

We all walked downstairs and ate the pizza Thomas bought. It was the best night i'd had in a while. I had two more days in Florida. Only two. Tomorrow i had to actually go to school. Like wake up at seven, get to school at eight, and leave at three. The day would consist of doing tests that i couldn't do online, and listening to lectures and things i would need for reports and ect. that i couldn't do on tour. I was looking forward to seeing a lot of my friends that i haven't talked to in months, but i wasn't looking forward to seeing Drew. TC, Drew, and I all had school tomorrow. Everyone else in the label had graduated, i think. Savannah said we could carpool cause we needed BFF time before i left. She was another person i wouldn't see for two months. 

Tour hasn't even started yet and i'm already stressing out about it. But I knew as soon as i was in that tour bus and when we were up on stage rocking out, it would all be worth it. It's what i lived for. 

I yawned and quickly stretched. 

"Tired, babe?"

"More than ever."

Travis followed me up the steps as i yelled goodnight to Thomas down the stairs. I changed into my pajamas and crawled under the covers next to Travis. 

"Nervous about school tomorrow?"

"Kinda. I mean i've been to that school for three and a half years already. Everyones just gonna think of me differently cause i have a record contract. And i only have two classes with Sav so she can't bitch them out for me." I laughed and looked at Travis again.