Being Travis and all, of course he helped run his fathers church. Now, Sunday at 9:00 am, you in one of the further front pews, Travis stayed in the back of his church by his father's orders. Oh, how he hoped God didnt see the way he looked at you. He shifted awkwardly, seeing you fiddle off, not paying attention to his fathers preachings. He had a strong urge to go over there and tell you off and to pay attention, but oh, how he couldn't bring himself to ever yell at you. Focus! He thought.