Sorry this has taken so long! Swim season has been really busy (any other swimmers out there?) and I had to change a few things after considering some advice (thanks guys!) but at least now I have a pretty huge head start on the third chapter! I'm sorry, but this might be a little confusing for those of you who don't play tennis...I tried to put it pretty simply but...well I hope you get the gist.

If anyone who understands football wants to help me out on the next chapter, I would be very grateful (I don't know jack squat about football)

Opinions, criticism, and advice are always welcome!

Well, I hope you enjoy!

Katie's palms were sweaty and her heart was beating faster than ever. She could barely even concentrate with all the nervous butterflies invading her stomach. She paced back and forth, trying to suppress her anxiety.

"Katie, calm down. You got this." Connor assurred her. She nodded, but was not at all convinced.

"Katie." Travis breathed, taking her elbow and pulling her to his chest. "Just stop, okay?"

"It's Alexa George. She's spent her whole life with private trainers, and there's just no way-"

He shook his head in exasperation. "Katie, we know you can do this. Connor and I have watched you train for this your whole life. Plus, you've got your own fan club." He grinned and nodded towards the bleachers, where all their friends had gathered to support her.

She smiled slightly and Travis grinned. "There ya go! Now get out there and kick some ass."

"Give her no mercy." Connor agreed. They each gave her a quick kiss on the cheek for good luck, and she stepped out onto the court.

The Stolls joined their friends on the bleachers and chatted a bit during the warmup. Travis had always thought Katie looked adorable in her tennis outfits. The girl on the other side of the net...not so much.

He kind of reminded Travis of Clarisse. She was almost as tall as he was, had broad shoulders, and a very muscular build. Her hair was pulled back into a very tight, stringy ponytail. And it seemed that her face was locked in a permanent sneer.

And man, could she hit that ball.

But Katie was hitting it right back.

The warmup ended, and the friendly chatter quieted down. Alexa won the spin-she would serve first. And the game began.

Half an hour later, Alexa was up 3-2 with a game score of 30-40.

"C'mon Katie, tie it up!" their friend Maggie shouted encouragingly. The group was practically on the edge of their seats, the game was so intense.

The points were long, sometimes fifteen or twenty hits. And Katie was getting tired, Travis could tell.

Katie served. Alexa returned it, hard. So hard in fact, that when the ball made contact with Katie's racket, it clattered out of her hand and hit the concrete loudly. She stared in shock at her racket, then at Alexa, and then her racket again. Slowly, she picked it up off the ground and recovered her ready position.

Travis could tell the last point had rattled her. "It's fine Katie. Just keep it up." he whispered. She lost the next point, making the score a disappointing 4-2.

"She's freaking." Connor stated beside him. He was right. Katie was shaking her head in frustration, and spinning her racket frantically in her hands. Most people might not have noticed, but the brothers knew this was a sign that she was panicking.

"You got this, Katie-Kat. Bring it back." Travis cheered.

And she did. Next thing they knew, the score was tied again at 4-4. Excitement surged through the spectators.

And then Katie won. Well, the first set at least.

The crowd went crazy. "Yes! C'mon Katie! One more set!" Connor called through cupped hands.

The other matches were ending, and Katie's teammates gradually joined them in the bleachers until they were the only ones left on the court. The sun had already set, and tall lights flipped on, illuminating the court.

She won the first game. Lost the next. Won the next two. Lost the next three. Won two.

And then it was 5-4, deuce. Katie could hardly hold her racket, her palms were so sweaty. This was it.

Alexa served and Katie won the rally. She took a deep breath. One. More. Point.

The serve came, and she returned it. Back and forth, back and forth. The ball soared toward her and she made a split-second decision to step out of the way.

And it bounced just outside of the baseline.

"I won." Katie whispered in shock. "I actually..."

Suddenly her friends were all around her, giving her high-fives, clapping her on the back, hugging her, all grinning and congratulating her. She was still in a daze, but managed a smile and plenty of "thank you's".

And then Travis was there, standing with crossed arms and his signature smirk. She ran towards him and he hugged her tightly and spun her around.

"I told you you could do it." he whispered through her hair.

They joined their friends at the concession stand and Travis sat down, pulling Katie into his lap.

"They're too cute!" Jenna gushed.

Connor laughed. "They get that a lot."

They stayed for awhile, Travis talking football with Chris, Micheal, and Ben, Katie chatting with Marie, Jenna, and Maggie, and Connor playing hacky sack with a few other people, occasionally missing and hitting the others.

It got late, and Katie had fallen asleep against Travis. He looked up at Connor. "Well, we should probably get Katie-Kat home. She's exhausted."

The group said their goodbyes and dispersed. Travis carried Katie to the car and strapped her in the back seat, taking shotgun while Connor drove.

Connor glanced up at the mirror and chuckled. "She is out."

Travis smiled. "She played hard though. I'm proud of her."

"Agreed."

When they arrived back at the apartment, Katie was still not awake. Travis slung her over his shoulder and carried her inside, Connor following.

"Goodnight Trav." Connor said, heading to his room.

"Goodnight Connor.

He took Katie to her room and laid her on the bed. "Kates, you gonna take a shower?" She nodded and slowly made her way to her bathroom.

Travis plopped down on her bed and sighed. The glow from the bathroom door and the gentle sound of the running water was soothing.

Katie wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom only to find Travis asleep on her bed. She was too tired to protest, and actually didn't mind another sleepover. She changed into her pajamas behind him and towel-dried her hair before laying down and snuggling up next to him. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her.

I'm so lucky. she thought.

And once again, she fell asleep in her best friend's arms.

Sorry if there was too much tennis lingo in there :( So did you like it?

I also haven't had a lot of time because I have become absolutely HOOKED on Supernatural. Sam and Dean are the most perfect human beings on the face of the Earth. *thinks about them and sighs*