♡ The sequel to The Shy Girl's Bad Boy|| Back again for another school year and another year of excitement, new opportunities and of course, drama. With handsome Travis is in his senior year of high school at Prescott, and the shy girl Diane now att...
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Diane's pov
"I was thinking that maybe we could go out to the movies or something? We can talk too." Travis says to me on the phone.
"When?" I ask.
"Maybe this Wednesday?"
"Argh, why that day? That's the day I have a game" I sigh in disappointment.
"Oh right, I forgot about that" "What about maybe this Friday or something? Wait you have a photo shoot...I forgot about that" "Yeah....."
"Well maybe I can just visit when I'm done with practice today?" "Sure..." "You sound a bit down today what's wrong?" I ask, concerned. "...It's me isn't it?" "No, it's something else" "Well we can talk some more at your house alright?" "Si" "Alright, then" "Bye." I hang up.
-Travis' house-
7PM
I unlocked the door, and walked in, closing and locking it behind me. I just came from practice, I'm just wearing some white Nike shorts, a black t-shirt and some white Nikes, my hair was in two puffs, one on each side of my head. I look around, "Travis? " I walk around, Maybe he's upstairs?
"Travis?? Ugh, I hate it when he plays hide-and-seek like this" I mutter, "YOU CAN SNEAK UP AND GRAB ME NOW! YOU HAVE A FREE-ROAMING KID IN YOUR HOUSE!!!" I yell, my voice echoing through the empty house. I heard a bump from...his room. Travis can be goofy, last time I came here, he surprised me with his hair straightened down and he was wearing a pink feather boa......in heels.
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My lips tightened into a playful smile, thinking about it. "Travis?! Where are you?" I slightly laugh, walking into his room, looking around then at the lump in the bed. Is he seriously asleep? I walk up to his bed, sitting at the edge, seeing his head of messy brown curls, I thump him. In two seconds he turns to me, his eyes widened, and his expression softened a bit. "Hey, you came here early"
"Early? I just got here, I'd thought you'd be up at this time of the day" I yawn, lying down.
"Yeah, but I'm just not feeling great at the moment."
