The Secret

Ch.8 | If only tonight we could sleep

I felt the back of Travis's hand caress my jawline down to my chin. My eyes opened and I sat up a little. Travis was rubbing his eyes as he sat up and yawned. "Dammit." He murmured rubbing his eyes again.
I noticed it was already dark out. "What time is it?" I asked almost disoriented in my sleep voice. Travis picked up his phone from the coffee table and set it back down. "It's 10:45." He leaned back against the couch and looked at me. "I think that was probably the best nap I've had since_" he stopped himself.
I met his gaze and smiled. "Yeah. Me too." I said carefully but reassuring. He half smiled at the thought but then the bitter sweetness of the memory made his smile disappear.

The night his mom passed away, Fabian and I were with him all night. He couldn't sleep. We were awake with him the entire night keeping him company. I sent Fabian home to sleep. Travis wasn't talking or even eating. He just wanted the company. Once Fabian left, Travis started to talk a little. We were remembering things from when we were little and laughing at all of the silly things we used to do just to make her smile and laugh. Travis talked all through the night all the way until the sun came up. We left to get breakfast at the fast food restaurant and then went to the park to go eat it. We went back to his house and I let him talk. Remember. Laugh. Cry. When it was afternoon, I remember laying across his bed on my stomach with one of his pillows cradled in my arms. He laid next to me and thanked me for staying with him through the night. I remember telling him that, that's what best friends automatically do and there's no need to thank me.

"Do you even wanna go out with everyone still?" He asked. I shrugged at the thought of the fact I still had to get ready and it's already going on 11:00. The night is going to be over soon for everyone else anyway.
Travis's phone rang and the name 'Faballs' flashed on the screen. He picked his phone up from the coffee table and answered. "Hey, Fabes.." "..I'm actually still here at Banī's.." "..yeah, no, I don't think she's up to going out tonight.." "..she's fine. Just tired.." "..no, it's all good, man. I can do that no problem. Who cares.." he laughed a little and ran his fingers through his hair. "..alright, man. Talk later." and he hung up and set his phone down.

I gave him a look that he should tell me what that whole conversation was about. He smiled at me with a blush.
"He said, since you're not coming out tonight to party hardy, for me to stay here with you so that you don't get 'fomo'." He smiled a cheesy grin at me.
"What the hell is fomo?" I hear that word a lot but I still don't know what the hell it is. He laughed at my unbeknownst knowledge of this hipster term. "It means Fear Of Missing Out." He smiled.
I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Okay. Well I'm not missing out on Sarai and Jenn's whorey shinanigans." My eyes shot up at Travis remorselessly. "I'm sorry."
He laughed, "I know. It's cool. It's Sarai." He rolled his eyes laughing. "Anyway, I think I would have Fomo if I went out and you weren't there."
"What?" I laughed a little. His eyes shot to me with a smirk and I blushed. I can't let Travis know how I really feel for him. This isn't supposed to be happening.
I don't know why I thought_
"Bri?" He spoke softly but the sound of his voice projected carefully. "Do you want me to go home now?" I had a hundred thoughts going through my mind if he stayed and what I want to do and if he would want to do those things with me or even let me try with him. I shook my head slowly and laid back down.

•Travis•

We.. didn't do anything but watch a movie and fall asleep to it and I was completely okay with that. All I wanted to do was hold Bri in my arms and fall asleep. We did exactly that.
I had a cool thought going through my mind while we were watching the movie. It would only be ideal in a Travis and Bri fantasy world, that we could one day, tell Fabian about how we feel about eachother and he wouldn't kick my ass. We would foster and maybe adopt a child or maybe have one of our own. But bringing myself back to reality, Fabian would kick the living shit out of me. The thing that separates Fabian kicking my ass and other dudes trying to kick my ass for being a douche bag, I would never fight Fabian back. No matter how bad I could almost kill him with my militant tactical skills, and probably my bare hands, I would let Fabian kill me until the ends of the earth.