A/N: Okay, this is probably going to be the most ridiculously Tratie- fied songfic for Rumour has it. In fact, it'll probably also be the funniest. I wanted to make it funny, since the last one was kinda depressing.

And since depression sucks (Cymbalta can help…lol), I wanted it to be chock full of Travis and Katie fake anger filled banter and lots and lots of witty insults and hidden smiles/smirks. You know, to get my mind off things. Soooo…Voila.

Katie's POV:

"TRAVIS!"

"What? I didn't do it!"

Oh, yes he did. What he did, was like- it was like he ripped my last nerve from my body, and used it to make a pair of tap shoes. And then gave them to Conner to dance with. On a floor of spikes.

Only, now that I think about it, what he did was worse. And he took my last nerve two years ago.

"Um, yeah, you did."

"Really? Then what was it? I do so many things, Katie, and whatever insignificant thing I did to you really doesn't come to mind at the moment."

"You gave Drew my diary! The rumors will be circulating within the hour! How could you?"

"Rumors about wha-"

"Oh, you know what. I know for a fact that you read it."

"Hey, Katie, did you know that when you're really angry- And I mean REALLY angry- you slip into your little Texas country twang? Its sorta cute on you, truth be told."

I blushed. How dare he call my twang cute when I'm mad at him! It was sooo hard to yell at him when he gave me his adorable crooked smile, and his blue eyes twinkled- Urggh! Focus, Katie!

"Shut. Your. Mouth. Stoll."

"Oh, last names now Katie. Or should I say Gardner?"

"Travis! I mean it! How could you do this to me? She'll probably tell Andrew that I'm thinking of dumping him for-"

"For me?"

"Shut Up!" Oh, gods darn it! Why oh why did STOLL, of all people, have to find my diary! It's like, like…like a pathetic little Aphrodite-cabin-girly-sugar-coated shrine to him! And gods above, we all know that Travis does not need anything coated in sugar! Especially when it's a shrine!

But good thing I talked to Conner before looking for Travis. That boy's got more dirt on Travis than Nico's got on his aviator jacket after Dia de los Muertos.

"And it's not like I don't know any of your secrets, Travis."

"Hehehe… could you mean by that, Katie Kat?"

Oh, I could see the nervous energy pouring off of him. I love that I have that kind of power over him. Umm…and that's the only thing I love about him, okay?

"I mean that I know why you broke up with Olivia."

Hah! I could feel the smirk on my face getting bigger.

"Which one was she? Oh…Olivia, 'bout five foot three, brunette, blue eyes? That Olivia?"

"No, Travis, the other ex-of-yours-brunette- Olivia."

"There's another?"

"Urgh! Travis! Can't you just shut the Hades up for a moment and let me talk? I- I like you, okay! I have a big, colossal, Connor's ego sized crush on you, and I have for about the past three years. I love your eyes and that twitchy smirk you get when ever you pull a prank on me. And I hate the fact that you pull pranks on me in the first place because it reminds me that you would never, ever like a freckle faced, green eyed, down to earth girl like me. Now that you've heard from me and not my private diary, will go away and let me cry in peace?"

"You know, it's finally dawned on me that maybe you're not the kind of chick who sees pranking as flirting."

"Oh, really- wait a sec-"

"Finally, connect the dots, Katie Kat? I never gave Drew your diary; I like you way to much to do that. I just spread that rumor, so you'd tell me that you liked me in person. It was all part of my patented Travis master Plan."

"You know, Travis, your using rumors to get me to figuratively spill my guts to you should make me want to punch you. But really, it just makes me want to do this."

And then… I kissed him.