your sister, Natalie had a track record of dating the worst guys ever. Bobby farleigh being the outright scummiest guy being the latest, and possibly the scummiest guy she could have managed. But everything changed when one day, you were sat in your trailer, glancing up unthinkingly when you heard the door open- Natalie walked through, holding the hand of a seemingly… sort of dorky.

Natalies boyfriend was strangely endearing. Dark chocolate eyes, dark hair parted down the middle, that sort of in-between build. She briefly introduced the both of you, giving you a small, ‘this is Travis, this is my sister’ talk. He just nodded at you, eyes not meeting yours as he awkwardly stood behind her slightly.

Given the fact that you lived in a trailer, whenever he went to the bathroom or came out to grab something to eat, you’d more often than not run into him. He’d usually offer you a small smile, looking more bashful than anything. You saw him more often from then on, as he joined in on walks originally dedicated just to you and Natalie, or to grab food with the both of you occasionally, although he looked awkward during both.

You would occasionally see him around school- rarely even looking in your direction, maybe sometimes nodding at you, a disinterested expression on his face. He was known for being a sort of, well.. moody, loser jackass, to put it simply. Hell, he was infamous for being snippy.

A few months after they had started dating, you would hear arguements from her room, often ending with her loudly smashing things, and with him storming out, slamming the trailer door so hard it shook. After a month of this persisting, it was starting to give you anxiety whenever he came over- you would lock yourself up in your room, blasting music so loud everything else was drowned out. After yet another night of arguing, and him walking out, slamming the door, you had enough, thundering to the door, throwing it open and yelling at him from the doorway. “I fucking hate both of you,” you yelled, entire body shaking. He turned around, a dangerous look in his eyes, before they met yours, noticing your fear. His gaze softened. He apologised to you, promising he would stop and try and get them to work things out differently.

From then on, they didn’t argue explosively anymore, although you could hear them biting each-other with insults through harsh whispers in the quiet of the night. From that point on, though, his attitude was you was different. At school, he would sometimes wave, even giving you a small grin, occasionally. If he was staying the night and he could hear you were up, he would slip into your room, just checking up on you. From there, it progressed into a sort of friendship, where he would stay over more often and much later just to get a chance to slip into your room late at night and talk to you, one on one, about basically anything. He felt comfortable with you. It was one of those nights, where the air outside was warm and muggy, the air comfortably warm despite the time of night, the sound of crickets chirping outside of the window. You heard a soft knock on your door; grinning softly to yourself. “Come on in,” you said loud enough to hear. The door opened, Travis’ figure in the doorway, face illuminated by the small candles you had lit on your dresser. He gave you a half smile.