A/N: Two updates in one day!? Whhhaaattt!? :o Hahaa, I was THAT happy with the reviews. Sooo , let's do this !

Disclaimer: I own a phone, I own a coffee cup, I own myself and a lot of other things...Common Law NOT being one...

Oh God.

Oh my freaking God.

I'm really freaking out now! Why did I do this? It was obviously a bad idea...a very bad idea. It all started after I dropped Travis off last night.

*flashback*

"Thanks for the ride, see you tomorrow."

I nodded my head as he closed the door and walk up to his apartment. Once he was inside, I noticed he left his jacket. I sighed.

Typical Travis.

I grabbed the jacket, getting ready to open the car door when my nose nearly drowned in a wonderful smell. After a while, I realized it was his jacket giving off that amazing smell. My God, it should be illegal to smell this good. Trying to restrain myself from shoving my face into the jacket I held in my arms, I finally got out of the car, and walked up to his apartment. Once I reached his door I raised my arm but stopped mid-knock. How many times should I knock?

Once? No, he probably won't even hear it...

Five? He'll think I'm crazy!

Okay, okay two. Yeah that sounds good... But what if- ...

...am I really standing outside, contemplating how many times I should knock? What is wrong with me? I settled with three knocks and waited patiently for him to open the door. You could hear someone shuffling around and cursing to themselves until Travis opened the door.

In nothing but a towel...I think I might die.

"Hey Wes, you need something?"

"Uhh, the...you umm..left your...uhh, the car! And-" after my failed attempt at talking, I roughly shoved the heavenly scented jacket into his arms, giving a quiet "here" while trying not to look at him. He was basically naked!

"Oh my jacket! Thanks man, I totally forgot about it. Hey," he suddenly stopped and began staring at my face. "are you okay? Your face is red as hell."

"I-" I cleared the husky tone from my throat. "I'm fine Travis."

"I don't think you are. Here, lemme see." He reached out his left hand a set it on my shoulder. His right hand settled on my forehead. And no hands were holding the towel.

...that, at the moment, was slowly slipping off over his hips.

Oh no.

I glared at the towel on his hips as if I was threatening it to move another inch. Suddenly, his hands were off of me and back to his towel.

Thank you, whoever is up there.

"-okay?" Obviously, he asked me a question.

"Yeah. I think I'll just go now. See you tomorrow!" Apparently 'yes' was the right answer because he smiled and was closing the door until he called out my name.

"Wait, Wes!"

"Yeah!?" I replied a little to loud.

"Thanks for the dinner. It's nothing compared to a home cooked meal, but I appreciate it."

The charming smile he threw at me had words flowing out of me before I got to think. "Well if you wanted a home cooked, all you had to do was ask! How about you come over tomorrow night?"

*end flashback*

And so here I am wondering why the hell I did this to myself.

It was 7:39pm.

Six more minutes until Travis gets here.

I decided that, instead of cooking for him, he would help me. Well this should be fun!

I walked over to the couch and tried using the TV as a distraction. It obviously wasn't working because I was still thinking of Travis. Would tonight be a good time to tell him how feel? I don't want to scare him away, but I can't keep this to myself forever! I checked the time above the TV.

7:42pm

I had everything set up in the kitchen, I was dressed, and I had nothing else to do but wait.

...and wait.

Immediately as the clock struck 7:45pm, there was a knock at the door. Right on time. I waited a few seconds so that I didn't seem too eager. Though, in reality, I was nearly jumping for joy. In the inside, of course. As I opened the door, I was greeted by a smiling and amazing looking man leaning against the door frame.

"Hey." I said as I opened the wider so that he could come in.

"Hey, why don't I smell anything? Did you forget to turn the oven on?" He asked with a teasing smirk.

"Ha-Ha , very funny." I said to him sarcastically."No I did NOT forget to turn the oven on. We haven't even starting cooking yet."

The smirk was soon replaced by a look of confusion.

"We?" Now I was the one smirking.

"Yes Travis, 'We'. Did I stutter?"

"We as in me and you?"

"Is there another definition for we?" I asked in disbelief.

He groaned. "Fine. I guess there's no way of getting out of this so what are we gonna make?"

"Hmmm, how about this new spaghetti recipe I've always wanted to try?"

"You know this is gonna be a disaster, right?" He laughed as he followed me to the kitchen.

"Oh I know," I laughed with him. "but it will be totally worth it seeing you try to cook."

This would be very interesting.

A/N: Oooohhhh , what's gonna happen!? Who knows! I sure as hell don't. (x like I said, just goin' with the floww~ . Lol, hoped you like it! Lets see if I can finish this before school starts ! D:

~LongerWalks-and-ShorterTalks.