Between Two Eternities || Travis Hamonic

(22) Hearts Swing Vines

"It is often in the darkest skies that we see the brightest stars."

-Richard Evans

When I get back do you wanna grab a late dinner?

Travis would be getting back from California past midnight. Should be leaving right after the team's four o'clock Pacific time game. Of course I want to grab dinner with him.

After he returned from Nashville, we only had a few days before he was off on a plane yet again. Nothing ever lets up in our lives anymore. We keep moving. Well, he keeps moving.

I have to contain my excitement at his offer, because I am in class. Professor Livy is giving a lecture that is drying out my eyes. Honestly the only thing keeping me awake is the anticipation between Travis's responses.

Yes!!! I answer. I'm not very experienced with texting, as it usually pertains to friends. It may sound over enthusiastic. Or desperate ...

But Travis knows I like to be with him. Still not knowing the extent of my feelings for him, but in due time I will tell him.

I would like to think he likes to be with me too. I hope he's not hanging out with me out of pity ... He's not.

Isn't it ironic that I was the one who wanted to break it off. Whatever it was ... for Matt, remember?

My phone buzzes again. I already had it in my hands, awaiting his answer. Also, keeping it in my hands diminishes the sound it makes when it vibrates. If not, everyone within a three desk radius would turn to stare at me.

I totally forgot the time difference ... I don't want to keep you up

No that is extremely fine with me

His trivial worries make me laugh. His innocence is poking through again. I mean seriously, due to Travis's weird schedule, we are out at all times of the day.
Most of the time I'm sneaking back in into the early morning hours.

You're funny, Arden

I blush. He's three thousand miles away from me and still making me blush.

"Pssst." Something grazes my shoulder and drops to the floor. A piece of ripped up paper - it's blank. "Pssssst. Hey, cutie."

I reluctantly turn around in my auditorium style seat. Sitting in the back has its perks -being away from the professor, getting away with daydreaming, easy escape through the back door - but the bad thing is sitting near the bad kids. I suppose they aren't bad. After all, they are in college. No one can force anyone to be in college.

They're bad in the sense that they throw paper airplanes and make dirty jokes in the back of the classroom. Like this is freaking middle school.

The culprit is one of three typical douche types, all seated across the row directly behind me. When I say typical, I mean they scream toole. The white tshirts, low rise jeans, messy hair. Their hair isn't messy in the way that Travis's is. Theirs looks intimidating and dirty. One of them is wearing sunglasses! We are inside for gosh sakes.

I have to wonder what they're doing in a Pharmacotherapeutics class. They don't strike me as future medical professionals. I assume it's the one in the middle who threw the paper at me, because a quick glance at his empty notebook reveals a ripped sheet from where the crumbled ball must have originated from.

He leans forward in his seat. "If you and lover boy are gonna sext, can you get to sending pictures already?"

I gasp. "Excuse me?" I cringe under his buddys' chuckles. He sits back and I quickly turn back around, not bothering to text Travis back yet. I become incredibly uncomfortable imagining the three of them looking over my shoulder at my personal messages.