Thanks for Reading and Keeping up with Lady Luck and The Beast.

If you are curious. The slow song that Travis and Abby Dance to is "Romeo and Juliet" by The Killers.

(LOL I have spotify playlist inspired by this lovely couple.)

ENJOY

We waited anxiously for Travis for almost 30 minutes. Until we saw him walk up to the car laughing. He seemed like he was just happy. It was sort of scary though, laughing in the dark.

Shep got out of the car and closed the door behind him. I saw the guys walk away behind the car so me and America couldn't hear their conversation. I ignored the guys and turned my attention to America who was on the phone violently texting like crazy.

"Mare, what am I going to do?" I asked softly

America glanced up and put her phone back into her bag. "I don't know. Are you going tell Travis the whole truth?

"Did you tell Shep?"

"No. I'm dying though. I suppose we need to go to the lookout and talk." She quipped.

"God. Maybe I should just go back with Jesse. Avoid all the drama and madness." I replied as I banged my head onto my headrest.

"NO! What the hell Abby? I know I didn't spend most of august breaking you out of Vegas."

"Mare. I don't owe Travis any explanation. He isn't my boyfriend or anything."

"Uh Abby seriously? That's kinda fucked up after he just punched the shit out of Jesse for you. You know what never mind do what you want." America said irritated as she opened the car door and started walking down the street.

"Fuck. Wait AMERICA! PLEASE COME BACK!" I started to get out the car until Shep approached me and asked, "What the hell happened?"

"I pissed her off. Please go get her Shep." I begged, "It's all my fault."

Shep went running towards America to bring her back to the car and I started to cry softly only because I was getting frustrated with myself. I wanted to be in school but I wanted to know if this was really worth the hassle. My life was slowly unraveling. In that moment, I heard Travis started to walk up behind me.

"What's Wrong?" Travis asked

I shook my head, "It's all fucking up."

Travis put his arm around my shoulder "It's going to be ok. Seriously I think America was being dramatic. She'll be back"

Shaking my head, I looked down. "I need to talk to you. I need to tell you the truth."

Travis looking at me confused "What truth? What are you talking about Abby?"

At that moment Travis's phone started to ring he put up his finger to indicate he needed a moment. He nodded "Yea? Damn dude. Um, sure. Just call me."

After those words were spoken he turned to look at me. "That was Shep apparently you seriously pissed off America. They're at a diner up the way. He told me to take his car and take you home and pick em up when they are done."

I nodded. "That's fine."

Travis not satisfied with my answer, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his pocket and proceeded to smoke one. "So you wanted to talk Pigeon?" he asked as he let out a cloud of smoke.

"Yes, but I'm unsure if what I'm going to tell you make you see me different. I mean I appreciate what you have done up until tonight with Jesse. But I'm not sure if you want to be friends with me after I tell you my truth."

"Tell me then." Travis pushed.

"Can we go somewhere? America said before she ran out the car we were going to the lookout and talk." I muttered

"Really? You wanna go up there?"

"Um I guess. I don't know the area well enough yet and I don't want to go home." I replied

Travis threw his cigarette out into the street and opened the passenger door "After you."

I got into the car and Travis closed the door behind me. Who would of known that Travis was a true gentleman. It was rare Jesse did that for, especially him bragging that he came from a close knit, family oriented Italian family where he supposedly learned that he needed to be a gentleman when it came to treating girls like queens. I never got treated like a queen.

Travis got into the drivers seat and started up the car. Within a few seconds we were blazing streets and on our way passing streetlights that blurred with faint views of the people and cars. It was mixture of everything and I turned to my left and I saw Travis look very vulnerable. I had never seen a man especially one who was a womanizer have a soft expression. I started to seem him differently. I thought he wanted to just fight and be a drunken idiot but no. For a moment he seemed different.

In the next few minutes we were going up a dark road with trees aligning the sides of the road, the only light I could see was the moon peering through the branches. At last we found ourselves peering over a town skylight. I could see the small twinkling below the hill and the moons reflection on the hood of the car. To my right I saw a pick up truck with windows fogged up and the occasional bounces. I giggled for a moment. I know now why Travis questioned me if I really wanted to come up here.

It was quiet and I could hear crickets going and faint radios from the other cars. My stomach was tight I couldn't bring myself to look at Travis. We sat there with a quiet tension. I turned to the left to face him "I'm not a good girl"

Travis looked at me confused and kept quiet and gave me my space to speak. I couldn't believe it Travis is a listener. Trying to get to the point, I inhaled a breath and let it out. "I'm not a good girl. I ran away."

"From what Pidge?" Travis asked softly

I started to feel the tears coming down my face. "My home, Jesse, Family. My mom is a alcoholic. Dad is a chronic gambler and living in a place of sin didn't help my family or my upbringing. Jesse and I were engaged up until I started school." I confessed until I felt sobs rising in my chest.

The tears coming down were blurring my eyes. I couldn't continue with trying to explain my situation.

"Is that why he was pissed?" He asked

I nodded "He's just pissed because I ran out on the day of our wedding. His family is owns a casino."

"I'm guessing they are richest family in Kansas?" He quipped

"No. I lied. Were not from Kansas Travis. I'm from Las Vegas."

"I figured, you talk to slick and confidant for you to be from the Midwest."

"I'm sorry I lied Travis. I'm even more sorry you got into a fight with him"

"Don't worry. That bitch couldn't get in a decent punch."

I smiled "So I'm guessing were friends? I mean you beat the shit out of my ex fiancée I'm sure that entitles you to be my friend."

"Friends." Travis muttered

I went to scoot closer to give him a hug and upon looking at him I saw a cut on his cheek "Travis your hurt!"

"No. I'm alright, nothing a beer and shower can't fix"

I hugged him and lingered longer than I think we both noticed some sort of awkwardness. "Um I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I don't mind. If it makes you feel better than it's fine. I'm just sorry you didn't get to dance."

"It's ok. I wasn't in the mood to dance America made me go out so I could try to get over him. I'm trying not to mention but it's so hard I was around Jesse for a long time."

"Did he cheat on you?" he whispered into my hair

"He wasn't an angel. He fueled my fathers addiction and supplied my mom with all the drinks she can have."

"I'm sure he did that so you felt obligated to stay."

I smiled and moved my head to look at him "Dr. Mad Dog Maddox is that your diagnosis?"

"Don't call me that. And no, I took a psych class and I learned about dependency. Just like he supplied your family with needs he figured you would never leave as long as he kept them at bay to not nag you for something."

"I'm sorry, but you sound like a doctor well just now you did." I replied "Why don't you like me calling you Mad Dog?"

"Only the skanks who want the fighter call me that. Not my friends."

I grew to earn some more respect from him. I was starting to look at my new friend in a new light. After hearing something that made me reevaluate my feelings. I was starting to think I never loved Jesse. Travis looked at his phone and was replying to a text. It was too quiet between us. "Well Shep is still trying to talk to America. Honestly Why did she get all mad?"

"I had said I might consider going back home and just marry Jesse. She got pissed off and bolted. I under she help me breakout from Vegas but I still if I went back I don't see why she would get mad and then she started talking about defending my honor."

"Well I can see now why she was mad. I would be pretty pissed off too." Travis said blankly as he stared ahead. Why wasn't he looking at me?

At that point Travis scanned Shep's CD's and decided to put on "The Killers" and he turned it pretty loud and got out the car. I sat in the car wondering where the hell did Travis go? Until my door opened and he put his hand inside "Come on, your gonna get your dance."

I laughed "No way. There are people around here."

Travis shaking his head "Yes you have to. Besides people are too busy getting busy to pay attention to us dancing. I would rather get caught doing this instead of getting caught having sex in the car with you."

I blushed all over and gave him a big smile "If you insist." He led me to the front of car and we danced in the light of moon, under the twinkle stars and the crunch of gravel under our feet. He picked me up and spun me around. I started to laugh so much.

For the first time I started to let go and be young. I was letting go and becoming Abby. The song had changed and it was a slower one that came on. We both looked at each other wondering to dance it.

"Come on Pigeon." He said and he pulled me into his chest and we slow danced. I could hear his heart beating against my ear. His scent was of cigarettes and Hugo Boss, he smelled perfect. What interrupted us was obnoxious honking.

All I could think was great dipshit for ruining a mood. It was some kid pulling up next to Shep's charger in a Escalade "Well, look at here Heather! It's MAD DOG! Hot damn man you fuckin winning last week fuckin paid my car off thanks."

"Let's Go Abby." Travis said as he let me go.

I was disappointed that this guy would fuck up a moment as tender as this was. As I got into the car, Travis closed the door behind me and he got in. As he started up the charger I looked over to him. "Thank you. I won't forget it."

"No Problem."

"Can I ask you something Travis?"

"Um Sure I guess."

"At the mall earlier why were you stalking me?"

Travis moved his head quickly "What the hell? I wasn't stalking you. I was in the store next to that one and I saw you so I decided to mess you. I'm sorry if I pissed you." Travis said kind of irritated. As he pulled the car into reverse, he turned up the music kind of loud and pulled down the road in warp speed.

"Travis. I'm sorry you don't irritate me. But please slow down." I pleaded.

The car still going faster than the speed limit, I started to see his eyes bulge. "Travis Please."

"It's not you ok, fuck! people like that asshat piss me the fuck off!" Travis Exclaimed

"Oh, yea he was dipshit."

"I don't care but you act all obnoxious and yell Mad Dog like what the fuck? What's your fuckin deal?" He asked aloud

"Yea I hear you. I can kind of relate." I replied softly. "Where are we going now?"

"To my place."

I gulped almost. Oh no I don't want to go his house. At that moment I knew anything could happen.

"Um if you don't mind you can drop me at Morgan. I have to study for a test.

"Sure whatever, I think it's best anyway." He replied softly.

For the rest of the ride, it was a tense moment between Travis and I. The humming of the engine and the faint sound of the radio made it feel a little more awkward. Overall I wasn't sure if I pissed Travis off by asking him to take me to Morgan or that he thought I still thought of him as "Mad Dog Maddox". As we pulled up into the parking lot at Morgan Hall, Travis got out and opened my door.

"Thank you Travis, for everything tonight. It was something I won't forget" I said softly. I looked up at him and gave him a smile as he looked back at me.

Travis shrugged "No problem, see you around."

He walked away and hopped into the charger. I realized that Travis still had my phone. "TRAVIS! WAIT!" I screamed

He looked out the window "Yea?"

I saw his face, he looked so anxious. "Um, you still have my phone."

"Oh, about that. I kinda broke it when I was fighting your ex. But if you wanna hang tomorrow, I can buy you a new one. It's the least I can do."

I nodded. "Sure. Come by I guess at like two o'clock. I should be done with my studying."

"Fine. I'll be here." And in the quickness he was off into the dark. I walked up to the glass doors at Morgan and leaning my forehead on the door, I felt so stupid. For a lot of reasons, I was folding for Travis; also I was trying to be someone I wasn't. Travis wouldn't want to be near me if he knew the entire truth. He didn't know that I was "Lucky 13".

"Well. Did he fuck and dump you too?" I heard some girl behind me ask. As I turned around I saw it was the same brunette that Travis as smashed and passed the night before.

"No. What makes you think he pulled that on me?" I asked.

She giggled "Because of the look on your face, plus I heard he was at the lookout from my BFF. I also heard he was dancing up there but I think he did it to gain brownie points. And I don't know I just saw him drop you off."

"Well not that it's any of your business but no. Were just friends."

The brunette flew into laughter. "No way. That's like saying I'm a virgin. Whatever ". The brunette had walked into Morgan and I was left standing. I'm sure it was possible to keep a friendship with Travis or even a cordial relationship. As I walked into my room I saw no sign of Kara, I was actually kind of relieved I didn't need her judgmental staring.

I walked towards my closet I saw a silver garment bag. There was a small envelope attached to it and I opened it to see a card that read.

"I saw this and I thought you were the only one meant to wear this.

Travis"

Oh my god. My facial expression went from being curious to being spooked. How the hell did he get this in my room? I unzipped the garment bag and I saw it was the red dress I had seen in window at the mall. "Holy shit this must of cost a fortune." I muttered. I had the urge to run and go find Travis but I only could stare at the dress.

I got into my sweats and laid on my bed to stare at the ceiling. What did the dress mean? Did he like me? What this a brownie point to win me over? I thought about everything until I could no longer keep my eyes open.

Only hoping that the next day was better and that I could clarify what was going on in my life.