Katie P.O.V.

I sat watching the fireworks, and tried not to pay much attention to Travis as he stared at me. The fireworks were breathtaking though. They danced across the sky like paint on canvas. Each firework was unique, and held whimsy and wonder. Fireworks are kind of like Travis… they're exciting, energetic, upbeat and playful, not to mention temperamental! But then there is also a lot of care put into them.

I'd been crushing on Travis ever since I'd laid eyes on him, and through all the pranks, and insults I knew he was the one for me. Ever since he asked me to the fireworks, I knew we had something special.

Slowly, I turned my gaze towards him. His usual moppy brown, curly hair looked almost blue in the moonlight, but it just added to the mystery of his beauty. His normally hazel eyes seemed to glow like orbs. Slowly, I leaned forward and we kissed. His soft lips perfectly fit mine, and as if in a trance I started wrapping my hands in his hair. We kept kissing, through the rest of the fireworks. It felt like a warm, fuzzy kitten was tickling my heart.

But when the fireworks ended, all the campers started heading back to their cabins. Unwillingly, we pulled apart, and stood up. With intertwined fingers, Travis walked me all the way back to the Demeter cabin, and with a small peck on the cheek, we said good night.

As I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, changed into my watering can and flower-patterned pajamas and jumped into my bunk. I had one thing on my mind. That thing was Travis Stoll.