THE REASON, Chapter 2

Later on, I decided to hang out with the members of my band, Chocklit, and tell them the news.
"Gee, Sun, that's rough." Benji--the lead vocalist--said as the drummer and my best friend since 4th grade, Travis, listened carefully.
"I know..." I said to Benji, looking at my feet. "But I did it for them, y'know? And now my own sister hates me."
"That can't be good." said the bassist, Bob. Chaz, our electric violinist, munched on a candy bar he found in his pocket. We stared at him.
"Chazzy, how can you eat at a time like this? Our guitarist is upset, and we have to comfort her!"
"I know, Trav, I know, but I'm starving!"
"You're ALWAYS hungry, Chaz." I said.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy! I need my food."
"We're ALL growing. Were only 13, man! We still got a lot ahead of us."
"I know. We're young, blah blah blah..."
"Anyways," Benji said. "Lets continue the conversation. Sun, listen. If your sister hates you, ignore her! It works for me."
Just then, the phone rang. I got up and awnsered it with a sigh. "Quagmire residence, this is Sunny."
"Sunny? It's Klaus."
"Hey, bro! Hows life treatin' ya?"
"Lousy. And boring. I tried to convince Violet to talk to you, but she refuses to."
"Good, because I have nothing to say to HER, either."
"Sunny, she really DOES care."
"Oh, DOES she? 'Cause I heard pure hate in her voice when I left. Personally, I'm glad I did. Life is great. My band finally got a gig."
"That's great, Sunny!"
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome. Oh, Violet finally wants to talk to you."
"What if I don't want to talk to HER?" I heard Klaus hand the phone to Violet.
"Hello, Sunny." she said. I hung up on her. "Serves you right." I muttered, turning back to the band, who stared at me with wide eyes. "Uh...Who wants pizza?" I asked. The boys jumped up at the mention of pizza and hugged me.
"WE LOVE YOU, SUNNY, YOU GENIUS!" Benji shouted. I laughed. The guys loved pizza, and I knew it.

"Y'know," Bob said with a mouthfull of pizza. "We need a keyboarder. Should we hold auditions?"
There was a short pause, and we looked at eachother. "Nah." The rest of us said in unison. Quigley walked into the room.
"If anyone wants dessert, Isadora made cookies." he announced. The guys cheered, and ran into the kitchen. Quigley walked out, too. Travis saw me sitting by myself, and walked into the room.
"I'd like to talk to you," he said. "If that's okay." I nodded. He smiled, and sat down next to me.
"Y'know, Sunny," Travis said. "We've known eachother for a long time. And...I'm...kind of attracted to you now. In a romantic way..."
My eyes grew wide. "A...are you saying you love me, Travis?" I asked. He touched my cheek gently. Then he placed his hands on my shoulders, and kissed me on the lips. I could feel some tounge in there, so I added some tounge as well. He then pulled away.
"Whatda you think THAT means?" he asked. I blushed.
"Uh...no?" I asked. My face turned bright red, and he chuckled. "Listen...you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" he asked.
"Uh, Travis, LOOK AT ME. Girls like me don't get asked out often."
"Well, they do now. Be my girlfriend?"
I grabbed the collar of his shirt, and kissed him quickly. "Whatda you think THAT means?" I asked. He laughed.