Travis Valkrum has gone through more of a bad childhood than others can even imagine. Losing those he cared about most took a toll on him, a burden he would have to carry forever. His father, however, the creator of nightmares, wanted his son to take his position. Travis wouldn't let him, and so his life became the worst to be seen by anyone. The girl he likes turns him down whenever he tries to hint that he's interested in her, but one day, life couldn't take seeing his rejection anymore.


3. As Luck Would Have It

When Travis woke up, he was staring at the ceiling. The last thing he could remember was his hand on Katelyn's butt, and then a hard slap across the face. He didn't regret it, however. He was known as the casanova of Lover's Lane for a reason. 

When he looked around more, he sat up and saw that he was laying on a couch that was not his own. The room he was in was not his living room, either. And there was a concerned Aphmau, worried Dante, and giggly Kawaii~Chan staring down at him.

"Uh... what happened?" he asked them, knowing part of the answer. Dante sighed and stood up fully before answering, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, you tried to touch Katelyn's butt, and she slapped you so hard that you fell onto the ground and hit your head... you were out for an hour or so..." he told his friend, rolling his eyes. "You just had to feel the booty, huh..."

Travis grinned and nodded, standing up and rubbing his head. "Ow... yeah, I did... did you see that golden booty, though!" he exclaimed, chuckling. Dante mouthed the word STOP with wide eyes at him, and Travis didn't understand why. Until Aphmau pointed over his shoulder.

Travis turned around slowly to meet eyes with an annoyed Katelyn, her arms crossed and her hip propped out. "Golden booty, huh?" she remarked sassily, not having it today. Travis rubbed the back of his head and slowly looked away, knowing he was stuck.

It had been a few months since they met, and this was not the first time this had happened. The first time happened the day the girls all moved in, and his and Katelyn's relationship had not gotten much further. He was starting to abandon hope of getting her as his own.

"Uhhh... well... I'm sorry?" he apologized in confusion, looking back up at her and giving her a dorky smile. Usually, girls fell for that smile, but Katelyn didn't budge, as usual. He figured she would just be mad for a little while. 

"Don't buy it. People wanting to touch my butt isn't a new thing, but you do it constantly!" she scolded him, clearly unimpressed. 

"I-I'm sorry! I really couldn't stop myself! I knew I shouldn't have done it, I just...." he trailed off in his frantic explanation, realizing he probably set their relationship off on a step backwards - again. Instead of finishing, he just sighed and backed up, sliding his hands into his sweatshirt pockets. "I'll just go..."

Katelyn rolled her eyes and turned as well, going upstairs and to a room that was directly across the stairwell. The room was very blue, just like her. He decided to follow her after the door swung a bit closed, but not fully.

When he looked inside, he barely saw her finish pulling a navy tank top on, and figured that she had been changing. He blushed and didn't want to be a creep, so he turned to leave. Before he could make it down the stairs, however, the door swung open and revealed Katelyn, who wasn't pleased to see him there. She could connect the dots, and she wasn't happy.

"Really?" she asked him, annoyed. Travis winced and turned around to face her, an apologetic expression on his face.

"I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to creep!" he quickly explained before sitting on the railing and sliding down the stairs. Katelyn huffed and crossed her arms, rolling her eyes and following him.

"Yeah, sure you didn't..." she mumbles under her breath, very annoyed. "Why are you still here, anyway?"

Travis didn't really know how to answer that. He didn't know why he was still there, and he couldn't explain the only thing that told him.

"I... uh... don't know..." he replied sheepishly, looking away. "I'll just leave..."

Katelyn rolled her eyes and lead him out the door. "There's your house, you lost little doggy. Now go home!" She told him before pushing him outside, holding onto the door.

Travis, thinking quickly, gently pecked her cheek before running down the driveway and across the street, grinning proudly. Katelyn promptly chased after him, blushing, and couldn't catch him. She sighed and turned in the road, walking back home.

Travis turned around and watched her go, smiling. His smile quickly faded after he saw a pair of headlights heading straight towards her. 

Before he knew it, her name escaped his lips as he ran to her, not caring if he was also in danger. She was standing still like a deer in headlights, with her eyes shut and her body braced for impact. Travis dove for her and shut his eyes as well, his heartbeat as clear as day as the world around him went quiet.

Katelyn slid across the concrete and slowly stood up, a bit bruised, but all right. She was confused as to how she was okay, and she turned around and found her answer.

Travis was laying on the ground, his head bleeding from a large gash, his arm crushed, and his legs cut up and bruised. Katelyn screamed his name in horror, feeling her heavy heartbeat start to choke her, along with her panicked tears. They began to flow down her face as she kneeled next to him, gently placing his head in her lap and stroking his hair.

She couldn't believe what she had done - or what she had let happen. It was then that she realized that she had feelings for him, but she told herself it was too late to come out of the hole she dug herself in now.

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