A/N: Well, we're almost done with this little story. And the plot will finally develop!
Ok, so dinner ended 15 minutes ago, and Katie's supposed to meet me at the beach 30 minutes after lunch. So that's 15 minutes. Okay, hair… great, face…fantastic, body… do you even need to hear how hot I look?
So I'm while I'm walking out the door, Conner asks me "So, gonna go on you date with Katie?"
I don't have time for him right now, so I settle for knocking him into the dirt and leaving.
*** At *** The *** Beach***
So I sit down in the sand, by the water, and wait for Katie to show up.
" Hi, Travis."
" Oh, hi Katie. Wanna sit?"
She looked at me, then the ground, and sits without a word.
Oh crap, she's madder than I thought. She's not talking. Crap, Crap, Crap.
" Why are we here, Travis? Its getting old you know, always pranking me, then running away."
I sigh. Its time I tell her. But subtly, you don't wanna scare her off, write. Okay, we're easing into this, Travis.
"Do you like anyone, Katie?"
Shock registers on her face… and mine too, I bet.
"Ummm, well… There is this one guy…"
Of course. There's always someone. There's always someone else, someone better than you, man. I can't believe you thought you had a chance with her.
She continues, "He's sweet, and nice, and cute, and funny, most of the time, and he has this adorable smile when I talk to him and-"
"That's nice Katie. Look, if that's all you have to say then…"
" Dumb ass, I was talking about YOU. You, Travis, I like YOU."
And then we kiss. I kissed her, or she kissed me, or however that happened. All that matters is that I, Travis Stoll, am kissing Katie Gardener. And she, Katie Gardener, is kissing me.
And We don't even notice or cabin mates taking pictures of us.