"Wait, wait, wait," I said, confused, "You're telling me that you've had a girlfriend for like, two years and you never said anything about her?"
"Yeah," Travis said nervously, "but there's more."
I leaned across the sticky diner table to hear more.
"I'm going to propose to her next week."
My jaw dropped. "You're going to get married? Oh, my God."
"Is that a good Oh, my God or a bad Oh, my God?"
The waitress dropped our food on the table. "It's good! I'm going to have a sister!"
He sighed, obviously relieved. "Yeah, but you have to remember not to tell Mom and Dad. It took a lot to just tell you." He cut into his chocolate chip pancake.
"Okay, I won't. But you have to tell them before you go back home, in person." He looked nervous. "Oh, and I have news too."
"What?"
I smiled. "Ryan and I are together now."
"I want to meet this kid; see if he's a nice guy."
"Stop calling him a kid, his name's Ryan."
"Did you sleep with him last night? Is that why you were the only one there when I picked you up? There was no party?"
That pissed me off. "I don't sleep around anymore, Travis. There was a party last night, and a bunch of people slept over, and everyone left earlier this morning. Don't even pull that shit on me. I'm not like that anymore and you know it."
"How do I even know what you're like now? How do I know his parents weren't out of town and that it was just you two alone?"
"It's called trust," I snapped, "You should trust me; I'm your sister."
"I never used to be able to trust you all that much."
"Well, I'm different now. I've changed. You can trust me now when I say that there was a huge party and that a ton of people slept over but left earlier this morning. Ryan's mom left for work after everyone else left."
"Well, then, why didn't she kick you out?" Travis raised his eyebrows, waiting for my answer.
I stared at him. "She didn't know I was there."
He snorted as though that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "And why didn't she know?"
"Because I slept in Ryan's room."
"On the floor?"
"In his bed."
"With him?"
"Well, yeah, but we were actually sleeping, though. I passed out last night and he carried me to his bed."
Travis rolled his eyes. He was pissed at me. "God, Caroline, you're so fucking stupid." I held my breath. "Maybe next time you go to a party, have somebody who's not drunk stay with you. He could have raped you and you wouldn't even know."
"He would never rape me."
"How would you know? You were passed out!"
The waitress returned to our table and set the check down on the table. "Ya'll done?"
"Yeah," Travis and I said in tandem.
The waitress cleared our plates and Travis slapped a twenty on the table. "Let's go," he mumbled.
The car was filled with an empty, pissed off silence as Travis drove us home. We pulled into the driveway and he immediately cut the engine. He got out of the car and quickly went inside. I sat in the car for a minute and then took out my cell phone. I hit send when I came across Ryan's number.
"Come over."
"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in a little while."
"Okay, bye," I said as I climbed out of my brother's small car and headed inside.