Before the crash you had never spoke to Travis, all you knew was that people called him “Flex” and that he was the son of your coach.

After the crash you and Travis had “paired up” in a way. Your personality’s seemed to match and you defended his closed off behavior since his dad died in the crash.

You and Travis made a good duo, friends and hunting wise. Together you were able to catch a deer and bring food to the team. When there were no animals around you both just hung around the crash sight and talked.

You had the gun aimed at a beaver, focused on shooting it. Right as you pressed the trigger, the gun clicked. You open the gun to find it empty. “You cheater!” You huff as Travis laughs, pulling out the bullet and switching hands, doing a magic gesture.

You scoff “Oh ,my god, are you seriously doing magic right now?” You get up “You do know that girls are not into that, right?”

Travis pauses “Wait, so are you saying that when I wasn’t doing magic, you were into it?” He says, playfully raising his eyebrows and making an expression.

You blink, pausing. “Give me that.” You snatch the bullet from his hands, matching his energy and playfully running away. “Hey!” Travis says chasing after you and managing to wrap his arms around your shoulders, thinking he got you but you squirmed out of his grip, running away again.

You ran around a tree, Travis had met you there by running the opposite side. He was finally able to pin you, holding your hand with the bullet in it and the other hand against the tree. Only now did you both realize how close you were to each other.