It All Started With a Kiss

♡ Chapter 2: Chocolate Kisses (UNDER CONSTRUCTION!)

Picture of Reagan on the side. :) (probably when she was younger.)
The sun was slowly sinking into the horizon, turning the sky a deep shade of orangey-pink, my favorite color. The music had died down a little, and my anger also subsided... a little.
"When you have a best friend, Jackie?" Travis asked, gesturing to me.
"Since ten years ago, Trav," Jackie said carefully and then warned, "don't try anything with her or I'll rip off your precious balls."
I stifled a laugh.
Travis raised his strong arms above his head as an sign of innocence.
I ignored them, thrusting my full attention to the sun.
"So, Soda Pop. Why have'nt I seen you around here?" Travis continued, plopping down next to me sending a spurt of sand into my face; I grudgingly swept it off.
I shrugged. "Long story."
Jackie's phone vibrated. "I'll be right back. Kevin says he's at the parking lot. You too better not kill each other while I'm gone." Jackie ran off.
I listened to the roar of the waves crashing upon the shore. "Sunset orange is my favorite color," I blurted out to break the silence. He raised his eyebrow but then smirked. "So you can talk nice without telling me my birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory?"
A small smile escaped my lips; he actually heard that.
"So you can smile, too, huh? I knew I wasn't some villian after all." He winked at me. I shook my head at him, incredulously.
Travis inched a little closer.
"Don't even think about it, Tatum," I warned. Last name basis worked fine.
He straightened up ever so slighty. "So you know who I am, huh?" he asked, more rather stated, gritting his teeth. "I heard a lot about you," I countered. His carefree demeneor was crushed and replaced by a fine line of anger,
His jaw tightened. "You think you know everything about me? Go right ahead. Tell me, it's nothing new," he snarled. I stayed quiet.
He gave me a harsh, curt laugh that was ended abruptly. "That's right. You don't know shit about me."
"I know you're some arrogant player who thinks he's--."
He cut me off. "I won't deny it. But who told you I was fucking arrogant?" I waited until he calmed down.
"Dude. Your ego is as bad as a chocolate covered olive," I said with a straight face. His face twitched into a crooked smile, his jaw immediately relaxing. "Enlighten me."
"Well, you think that any girl will drop their panties for you. And every girl will, I'm sure. But, you expect them to," I began knowing what he was going to say next; he smirked.
"I am smooth with girls."
"Not me."
"Maybe I am. I'm everyone's type," he commented, overly confident.
I groaned, observing him and his cool demeanor. His tanned, left forearm was covered in black ink--a feature girls would call sexy.
"See what I mean? That's the arrogant player I'm talking about!" I explained exasperated and then paused, "don't waste your time on me; I'm not that naive."
"I didn't say I would sleep with you, did I? Maybe, I just wanted to be friends," Travis replied firmly.
"Okay. Friends. Just don't think about my panties for a second, got it?"
Travis howled in laughter and I chortled in. "No promises," he choked out, reaching into his pocket.
He tossed something wrapped in a shiny, metallic wrapper at me. "What's this?" I asked as I fiddled with the tiny little thing. Candy?
He stared at me blankly. "You're kidding me right?" he said in disbelief.
"What?"
Then he started shaking violently into a burst of laugher, rolling around in the sand. "You. Never. Had. A. Kiss. Before?" he choked out. My face reddened. Of course I had a k--
"No, a Hershey's chocolate kiss," he explained as if reading my mind, finally recovering from his laughter.
I unwrapped the little thing to find, in fact, a piece chocolate. It was shaped like a piece of shit. I sniffed it hesitantly.
"I never had chocolate before," I admitted.

"You what?" he stated again, running his free hand through his windswept hair, and his eyes widened as if I told him I murdered his dog.
"No! It's just that my whole family hates chocolate so I thought I'd hate it too. Genetics?" I said quickly, embarrased, meeting his blue eyes.
He blinked. "SODA POP NEVER HAD CHOCOLATE BEFORE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs; I winced at the echoe that followed after.
"What was that about?," a voice asked, warily. I turned around to see a boy with short cropped, dark hair holding hands with Jacquelyn.
"This girl right here never had chocolate before!" Travis bellowed.
"You don't have to rub it in," I mumbled.
"It had to be Trav to find out about that. Let me tell you. His life revolves around three things: chocolate, girls, and football," he muttered sheepishly, "I'm Kevin, the idiot's best friend."
"I'm Travis, the idiot's football captain." He glared at Kevin.
"Reagan. Reagan Summers." I grinned.
Everyone gazed intently at me, waiting. "What?" I asked, self conscious.
"We're waiting for you to take your first bite," Travis crowed.
"Of freaking chocolate," Jackie chimed in.
"You're first kiss," Kevin added, cracking up.
"And I gave you that kiss, Soda Pop," Travis chucked.
I rolled my eyes and reluctantly nibbled on the chocolate to decide if it was edible. Then, I let it melt in my mouth; I moaned, closing my eyes.
"Jesus, she's moaning!" Travis bellowed once more. Leave it to him to make everything sex-related.
It was the best thing I ever tried in my life. Creamy. Sweet. Delicious. Refreshing. How the heck did my parents hate this stuff?
The three of them looked at me expectantly. "Give me another one, Trav," I demanded as they joined into a chorus of laughter.
"What's it called again?"
"Just give me a damn kiss already," I begged, before noticing what I agreed to, "no not that kind of kiss! Chocolate one." I felt my face redden.
Travis put on crooked grin and tossed me another one. I swiftly tore the tinfoil off and popped it into my mouth, savoring it.
"I could watch this all day." A low, throaty chuckle escaped his mouth.
"Hey, I'll take you to this diner that has chocolate cake that'll make you feel like you died in heaven. It's better than sex, I swear," he said, pulling me to his feet.
I rolled my eyes. Before we left, Kevin jumped up and whispered something harshly into his ear.
"I won't. God Dammit!" Travis drawled raising his voice. I waved to Jackie who was shooting me curious looks from the sand. I rolled my eyes.
"What was that about?" I asked.
"Kev thought he'd warned me not to mess with you," he said simply.
I shrugged and hopped into his red convertible, shotgun. I didn't want to sit in the back seat, knowing that the owner of he car was a player...

"So. Tell me about you," Travis began as he started up the engine; it roared to life.
"I told you one already! "
"No the other things. What you like to do, boyfriends, crushes? Girl talk really. Like who's this Cody?" He gave me a crooked smile.
I slapped my forehead and leaned against the armrest. I found myself telling the truth. "Cody was this guy who used to tutor me two years ago," I murmured.
"So he's as handsome as me? You did think I was him, right?"
"Now I'm having second thoughts," I muttered.
He pulled in the parking lot of the small corner diner and shut the engine. It was nearly empty and extremely quiet. We took a seat at the nearest booth and collapsed into it.
"How bout you? Thinking about college?" I asked.
"I'm getting a full ride to UC Berkeley if we do good this season. And we definitely will; I'm captain," he said smugly, "you?"
"Out of state. I mean out of New York. Anywhere out of that dump," I answered truthfully.
"I know what you mean. What's your story, Soda?"
It all came out in a rush; I felt a need to tell him. Maybe he wasn't that bad at all. I took a deep breath.
"I used to live here for fifteen years. Then, my parents got divorced. Then, I moved to New York with my mom and little brother who annoys the living crap out of me. Then, Mom said I had to stay with Dad for the remainder of the summer. Then, now I'm siting next to you."
Travis looked at me, surprised that I actually told him.
"One little brother," he scoffed, "I used to live with two older sisters."
I ran my fingers over the surface of the table. The waitress came over to us and batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at Travis; he didn't seem to notice or care for the matter.
"The usual for me and her."
I guess he came here a lot.
"Alrighty," she said giving him one last look before heading to the kitchen.
"What's your story?" I asked. He paused for a second, studying me before jumping into it.
"I lived here all my life. My mom died when I was two so I don't really remember her. My dad started becoming a drunken asshole. My sisters moved out, And now I'm here," he muttered, gesturing to the table. Oh.
"That sucks."
Travis shrugged.
"No family's perfect."
We had something in common. By then, the cake had arrived and the waitress set two pink plates carefully on the table. His bright blue eyes lit up. It already smelled like heaven; I felt my mouth watering.
"Second stop to Chocolate Heaven."
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1/3/15
Thanks for reading! Trav is so bipolar... One second he's yelling the crap out of Reagan,and in the next, he's having a decent conversation
Sorry, if I have any grammar mistakes... Feel free to vote and comment! It means a lot!
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