Authors Note: Thanks for the feedback! The last chapter was pretty short so I will try to make this longer. Also, I don't own anything except the plot. This applies to all further chapters unless I decide to add some new characters (wink wink).
-Katie POV-
I was doing it.
My plan was bulletproof. Except for the fact that I have parents who have been trying to get Travis and I together for at least 3 weddings, and the 16 annual picnics since we were 2 (but who's counting). Everything was so sudden, but it was either this or staying home for the next week, so lets do this.
-Travis POV-
Why am I doing this.
I know she's using me, but then again am I using her? For all this time I thought we would end up together, but this doesn't feel right.
Okay Travis, lets play this game.
About 15 minutes of planning later...
-Katie POV-
I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen with Travis at my side.
"Hey dad, mom?" I said. Putting on my biggest school girl smile the whole state of New York could see, and braced for the worst. I needed a miracle.
"Hmm?" My dad replied, cutting some peppers and other vegetables that I had grown for soup. He seemed annoyed that I was asking him yet another favor, but I was not willing to take no for an answer.
"You know how I said that I didn't have a boyfriend to go with on the trip?" I asked.
"Katie you know we have already went over this! No does not mean maybe it means n-"
Mr. Gardner suddenly stopped to smell the roses, or in this case peppers. Everyone around me was in some weird trance. Mr. Gardner looked almost drunk yet still managed to mumble, "Yes, you can go with Travis."
That was all I needed. Thanks mom.
"Thank you so, so, so, so much!" I yelled, embracing him and my step mom in a bear hug. There was a slight hesitation, but as soon as he took another pepper filled breath in, he was hooked back into Hectate's arms.
"I guess I better get packed," I exclaimed, pulling Travis up the stairs with me.
"Don't get any ideas Katie-Kat, we are still just kids," He joked. A tinge of redness comes to my cheeks, which I hope I covered as I bolted up the rest of the stairs to my room.
-Travis POV-
I have entered the messy, scattered with half finished paintings, succulents, and vine decorated room over a thousand times. It's covered in papers, sketches, and pencils with destroyed erasers.
"Sorry about the mess," Katie mumbles, as I climb out of the window into the conveniently placed tree she grew between our windows when we were younger.
Once I make it into my room, I begin to grab my favorite jeans, t-shirts, and jackets (it is spring skiing after all).
"How long will we be gone?" I call over to Katie, who seems busy picking between leggings or jeans stuffing them both into the suitcase.
"About a week," She replies, walking over to her drawers. "Don't peek at my underwear, you won't be seeing them anytime soon." She mocked, turning towards her dresser to cover her belongings.
"Pack something lace." I bicker as I finish packing my last shirt that I will need.
I was all done, and couldn't wait for the 5 hour flight ahead of us.