* Please Review! I think I screwed up in one chapter. I think I said they lived together three years then in another chapter I said two. Well its three, almost four. They moved in when she was 18 and she's 22.*

Saint was nervous as she transferred her clothes from her suitcase to her dresser. Her stomach was flipping around with excitement. She met Derrick and Jones but still had to meet the guy that would be their fourth roommate. Travis, Derrick said his name was. He had arrived the day before Saint had but wasn't home yet.

" Hey Saint, Travis is here." Derrick said, making her look to her doorway.

" Oh, okay. Thanks." She said. He patted her door frame and gave Nick a nod before he walked away. Saint faced Nick with a smile. He was sitting on her bed.

" You ready, Sweetheart?" Nick said as he stood up.

" Yeah. I guess." She said. He smiled and walked over to her. He enveloped her in a hug.

" If you don't like him, you can always come home. I'd love to have you back and all to myself" Nick said into her hair. She hugged her boyfriend tight.

" I'm sure it will be fine." She said. They pulled away so he could kiss her. A cute peck on the lips then they took hands and walked out of her room together. Jones was standing in the kitchen while Derrick and Travis were talking by the breakfast bar. Derrick looked up and smiled.

" Well, Travis," He put his arm around Travis' shoulders and turned him to face the couple. " This is our last roommate, Saint, and her boyfriend, Nick." Travis smiled and started forward. Saint let go of Nick's hand to meet Travis in the middle of the loft.

" Ah, hey." Travis said as they shook hands.

" Hi." Saint said quietly. ' Wow, his eyes are beautiful.' She thought.

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1 year later:

" You sure you want to do this?" Travis asked Saint before they walked into the tattoo shop. " It's forever, Saint."

" I want one." She said.

" Then let's get you one." They looped arms together and started in the shop.

As Saint looked through the artwork on the walls, Travis fumbled with the paper he had stuffed in his pocket. He watched her from his spot in the middle of the room. He was supposed to be looking at one of the artist's books but instead, he was watching her. They had dropped Nick off at the airport then came straight to get the tattoo. She had been wanting one for a while but wanted to wait until after his visit. Travis hated it when Nick came. Saint became a different person. She was quiet and hardly smiled or laughed. The second he walked away from her in the airport, Saint was light and carefree again. Travis started to rub his chin with his left hand as he started towards her.

" Hey, Saint?" He asked as he reached her.

" Yeah?" She asked.

" I, ah, sort of made this for you." He said as he pulled the folded piece of paper out of his pocket. Saint looked at him and tilted her head in question.

" What is it?" She asked, taking the paper.

" Well, when you said you wanted to get a tattoo I started playing around with some things." He said. He watched as she opened unfolded his picture. " It's...it's a butterfly. See I used your favorite colors, " he pointed to the wings which were a mixture of light and dark purples. The body of the butterfly was green. "purple and green."

" Oh Travs, this is beautiful." She said softly. He smiled as he brought his hand to his chin again. The wings were big and he had filled with them with different swirls of the colors and circles. " You made this for me?" She asked as she looked at him.

" Ah-ha." He said as he nodded. " I thought you might want something original. Something no one else has." He said. " But if you don't like it, you don't have to use it." He said quickly.

" No, I want to use it." She said quickly.

" Find something you like?" A guy asked as he walked up to them.

Saint laid on her right side with Travis' coat covering her legs. Only a small part of her top left hip was showing. Travis was sitting in front of her, holding her hand tightly. Her eyes were locked with his until the pain became to great. Then she closed them and held her breath. Travis was looking from her face to her hip as his art was tattooed on. He was proud that she wanted to have it done, that she has chosen that was his. He had been so nervous as he made it for her and then handed it over.

" It hurts so bad." Saint said with a small laugh, making Travis smile at her.

" Then why are you laughing?" He asked. She shook her head.

" I don't know." She said as she held him tightly.

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Six months later:

Saint was sitting at the counter, watching Derrick as he made them grilled cheese sandwiches. She was laughing at something he said when the door to the loft opened. Saint looked to her right as Travis walked in with a girl clutching his hand. Her smile faded and it was suddenly hard for her to breath. Travis' steps faltered when they looked at each other.

" Ah, hey. I thought you guys were going out." He said.

" Well we did but then Saint and I decided we wanted grilled cheese, so here we are!" Derrick said.

" Oh, okay. Ah, " Travis looked back at the little blond who smiled at him. He pulled her up to his side. " This is Jenny. These are my roommates, Saint and Derrick." Travis looked back at Saint who dropped her eyes. He looked away, feeling very uncomfortable.

" Hi, Jenny. Be nice to our boy." Derrick said.

" Come on." Travis said as he started tugging her towards his room.

Saint's hands were clasped together on the table top. She started rubbing her fingers together as she stared at them. Derrick went back to his sandwich at the same time the door to Travis' room shut. Derrick glanced up at Saint then back at the sandwiches. She had stopped talking and looked a little pale. She was staring hard.

" You alright?" Derrick asked. She jumped at his voice and looked up at him.

" Yeah, why?" She asked. Derrick shrugged as he flipped one sandwich.

" I don't know. You just got real quiet and you look like you're upset suddenly." He said. She dropped her eyes again.

" Oh no, I'm good." She said. He took her sandwich off and placed it on a plate. " Thanks. I think I need to call Nick." She said.

" Really? Why so sudden?" Derrick asked with a smirk.

" It's not sudden." Saint said as she took her plate.

" Sure it's not, Saint." He said.

" It's not." She said.

" You don't have to justify it to me." Derrick said while she stood up.

" I'm not." She said. Derrick just laughed.

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Six months later: two years into living together:

Saint was sitting on the couch watching TV, by herself one night. Derrick, Jones, and Travis had went out but she stayed in because she had to do her laundry and call Nick. Like always, the conversation with the one sided. Nick didn't ask her how school was going or what she did that day. He only talked about his day. Like the good girlfriend she was, Saint had listened. Now the conversation was done and over with, the phone hung up. They ended the call like they had been doing for the past year. With a simple goodbye, no I love yous, not that she cared.

" Saint?" Travis called out. She looked to the door as he walked in.

" What are you doing home?" She asked. He shrugged and shut the door.

" I am got bored." He said, starting towards her quickly. " Why are all the lights off?"

" I'm watching Night of The Living Dead." Saint said. Travis chuckled and plopped down next to her.

" You and zombies. You're the only girl I know who loves them." He said.

" They are real, Travs. You better get ready for them." She said as she looked back to the TV. Travis chucked again and slipped over to her.

" And you get ready by watching these movies?" He asked.

" Of course! How else am I going to learn?" She asked.

Travis shifted and bought his legs up to the coffee table. He crossed them at the ankles. She was sitting indian style. His right shoulder brushed her left one and then stayed there. He shifted again, just enough to move closer to her. He moved so her knee was resting against his leg. Neither one knowledged how close they were sitting or moved to pull apart. He looked down at her knee then at the TV. She glanced at his frame then away again.

' She smells so good.' He thought.

' I love the way he smells.' She thought. She mentally shook her head. No, she doesn't. She just missed Nick. It had been months since she had last since him and she just missed him. ' He's so warm.' No, Travis isn't any warmer than any other person.

' I bet her hair is soft. Her boyfriend is an idiot. How can he stay away from her for so long?' Travis asked himself.

' Is he going to call that girl from the other night? What was her name? Candy. What a stupid name. Of course her name is Candy.' Saint thought.

' What does she see in Nick? I guess he's hot. Jones thinks he is but he talks down to Saint. She deserves better. Man, if she was my girlfriend I'd never be able to keep my hands off her and I'd never the shit he says. They suck together.'

' Fake tits.' Saint thought as Candy ran across her mind.

' She doesn't smile or laugh when she talks to him or when he comes to see her. He must be good in bed.' Travis thought.

' I bet she fakes it in bed.' She narrowed her eyes. " I bet he's great in bed.' She rolled her eyes and blushed.

' Her mouth looks so soft. I bet her lips taste sweet.' Travis thought.