Travis was standing right in front of your door with hand-picked flowers. The flowers were bunched into a poorly made bouquet that he couldn’t figure out. He considered hiding one of those mini water squirting buttons in them, but he didn’t wanna lose his chance with you over a prank.

He was repeating his words to himself very quietly, pacing on the porch in front of your cabin when the door opened and you stood there, confused and staring. Fuck. How is he gonna do this?

“Uh, I— umm,” Travis stuttered, trying to remember the words he repeated so delicately not even a minute before. “Wanna date me?” he blurted out suddenly only to immediately regret it. “Wanna- go on a date with.. with me,” he corrected himself. He had no clue where they would go since they couldn’t even leave camp, but he really just wanted to spend time with the person he loved, and hopefully they loved him too.