Hey everyone. My first RUNDOWN fic. EVER! I am madly in love with travis. Hehhehe…
Yeeeah. Anyways. On with the show, right?
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Beck
Travis woke up.
"About time." I muttered.
"What."
"You've been asleep for three hours."
"So?"
I glared at him. "Its three in the afternoon."
"So?" He asked again.
"Grow up."
Travis pulled his shirt over his eyes. "Go away. I'm sleeping."
"Not anymore." I said assertively. "We have a guest."
"A guest?" He repeated, pulling his shirt down a little. "Who?"
"Mariana." I raised my eye brows suggestively.
"Mariana." He echoed. "Wow. She came from Brazil to see me?"
"Mm." I responded shortly. "And to bring you that big fortune."
"Big fortune?"
"Yeah."
"You mean my…"
"Your gatu." A grin spread upon his face. I smiled back.
"She didn't sell it?" He beamed.
"Uh… Travis… hate to tell you, but she did." His face fell. "She's bringing you the money."
He looked down. "It isn't about money, Beck. It was about…"
"The fame." I finished. "You wanted to be known. Everyone does. I know."
He pulled the shirt down completely. "But… I found it, Beck. I did."
I nodded. "I know, Travis." He looked at his shoes. "No one can take that away from you." I added.
The doorbell rang. "Is that her?" He asked, his face now lit up.
I shrugged. "Probably."
He stood up. "I'll get it." He ran to the door.
I sat on his bed.
"Mariana!" I heard him exclaim from the other room.
"Travis!"
I stood up and walked into the room.
"Mr Beck." She said quietly. She kissed my cheek. She walked over to Travis and kissed him on the shoulder. His eyes widened, and then he fixed himself.
"Mariana, you look beautiful." Travis whispered, smilling.
"Thankyou, Travis. You look good yourself."
Travis
"Thankyou Travis. You look good yourself." I smiled even broader.
"You want a drink, or something?"
"Yes, I would like that." A seductive smile came across her face. I smiled back.
"I'll get it." I hurried into the kitchen. Beck followed.
"Travis, what do you think you're doing?" Beck asked as I opened the fridge.
"Getting the girl a drink."
"Don't you go messing around with her."
I smirked. "Whatever."
He grabbed my arm. "I'm serious. She's been through a lot. Don't mess up her life."
I rolled my eyes. His grip tightened. "Don't."
"Fine." He let go and I gave Mariana her drink.
She took a long drink of the bottle. Me and Beck looked at eachother, then Mariana, then eachother…
"Travis?" Mariana interrupted. "Could I talk to you… alone, for a moment?"
I grinned trimpfantly at Beck.
"Anything."
She walked over towards my room. "I'll be in here." She whispered, walking in.
I ran over to Beck. "Ruin her life?? I'm gonna make it awesome!" I ran towards my room.
"Travis!" He called. I turned around.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"Be careful."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever!" I yelled again, running into my room.
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Beck
Annoyed, I sat down. Travis had shut the door. I decided that because it was my house, I could listen in, so I pressed my ear against the door and listened.
"Travis, I have your money here." I head Mariana say. "13.2 million."
"That's cool." He said back, obviously thinking about something else.
"But that wasn't the real reason I came here."
There was a pause. I tried to hear something that Travis said, but I couldn't make it out.
"I love you, Travis." She said finally. "I came here to be with you."
"I love you too." I almost smirked. I felt like yelling 'youre twenty three years old! You don't know what love is!' but I didn't.
They didn't say anything else. I heard the bottle hit the end table, and Travis's lips mashing against Mariana's.
I rolled my eyes and stood up. I stretched my arms.
I looked at the clock. 3:25.
I stepped into my shoes. "Travis!" I called. "Lets go!"
I heard him pull away awkwardly.
"What do you want, Beck?"
I smiled to myself. "We got work!"
Travis said something quietly to Mariana that made her giggle. Then the door opened and Travis walked out, pulling on his shirt.
I raised my eye brows. "I thought I told you…"
"Relax!" Travis smiled. "We didn't get past second base."
My eyes widened. "Travis!" I hissed.
"Calm down, big boy, I'm kidding." He pulled on his own shoes.
"Why do you care so much?" He added. "I mean, its not like she's into you."
I roll my eyes. "She is a friend, and I don't want her getting stuck with a dumbass like you."
"Ouch!" Travis mocked, holding his heart. "That hurt!"
"You got a little something on your lips." I smiled.
Travis wiped them on his hand. "Aw, shit… lipstick?" He walked to the bathroom. "Wait two seconds, Beck. I swear. I'll be on time. Wait in the truck."
"Fine." I said annoyed. "Just don't be late like last time.
That cause Travis to laugh. "You ended up having to order pizza for your customers."
"Because you made me an hour late!" I defended myself. "Come on Travis!"