The Adventures of Macy and Travis

I'm Screwed.

I stared at myself in my body length mirror. My hair was in a high ponytail. I was wearing simple leggings and a blue jean long sleeve shirt. I looked cute, but was it the kinda cute you want to show up to work with? I decided yes, as I slipped on my Toms and made my way downstairs.

                "Good luck, honey." I gave mom a quick kiss.

        "Thanks." I grabbed my house key and headed outside. Travis was sitting in his pickup parked in front of my house.

                "You come here often?" He joked.

        "Not very often, I mean I do just live here." I rolled my eyes and giggled.

                The radio was playing the Arctic Monkeys lowly and the silence between Travis and I was comforting my nerves.

           "Are you nervous?" He asked glancing down at me.

                "It's my first job in a while, duh I'm nervous." I sighed.

        He grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over it. "It's just walmart." He comforted.

                We walked hand and hand into Walmart. I looked at the familiar door greeter and smiled. "We are here to be trained, they accepted our job applications and told us to show up today."

           "You are supposed to go to customer service." The older lady said politely.

                "Thank you." I smiled grateful and we both headed back to customer service.

        "Macy White?" A guy just a couple years older than my mom came into my view.

                "Yes, sir. This is-"

        "Travis Hart." He completed for me. "I am the manager here, my name is Terry Sims." He shook my hand and then Travis's.

                "We don't really have too many rules. You may be placed anywhere from the registers to stocking up the shelves. It will just depend on the day. Is this your first job?" He continued.

                "Actually, no. We had one a couple of years back." I answered.

        "So have you two always worked together?" I nodded.

                "We grew up with each other, been inseperable ever since I moved into this town." Travis said nudging me playfully.

             "Are you guys dating?" My face reddened.

         "No sir, we are strictly friends." I assured.

                "Good. Didn't want to have to worry about the drama that would come along with your break up." He smiled, and went back behind the desk.

                "You will start tomorrow. You just need a pair of khakis. We have shirts towards the back you will be handed when you show up tomorrow. Feel free to talk to any of the employees standing around. They can tell you how everything goes, but you will find out tomorrow where you will be working, and your schedule. Have a nice day, see you tomorrow." I grinned at him and waved.

                        "Mace?" Travis asked suddenly.

        "Yeah, Trav."

                "I feel like we should go back into Walmart and get some nerf guns. I literally haven't had a nerf war in forever." He said.

            "I think water guns would be better and cheaper." I pointed out.

        "Water guns? We'll need water balloons and you know what I really want?" He was zooming through topics.

                "I want to have a big fire. I think it would be so fun." He finished before I could even guess.

        "Are you drunk?" I asked looking at him confused.

                "No. You want to smell my breath?" He got down in my face, too close for comfort. He blew on my face and I physically shuddered by his hot breath. I wanted to kiss him and do all these dirty things to him and I didn't know why.

                        "You've not been drinking." I confirmed.

            We walked back to his pickup truck, not picking up anything that we said we should. I keep having the reoccurring thoughts of how his lips would feel on mine. How his hand would feel traveling up my shirt. It was making it near impossible to sit in the same truck with him only 2 foot away.

                "How long have I known you?" I asked him.

        He looked over at me. "Since we were 2." He looked at me like I was stupid.

                "I was just making sure." What the hell is wrong with me? Am I starting to have a crush on this freak? I looked over at him and I knew the answer. He was biting his lip in thought, his eyebrows were furrowed. His dimple was piercing through his cheek.

        I'm screwed.