Being stuck in the middle of nowhere is bad enough, and now you've got to share it with a boy. A boy who is nothing but sarcastic and bothersome (you refuse to admit that the two of you have practically the same personality. He's annoying, and makes rude little comments he thinks you don't hear. At least he's not ugly.

You're sitting under a tree sulking and doing God knows what, when none other than Travis strolls by, smoking a cigarette. You were the only one who brought some on this trip. Those are yours.

"Is that one of my cigarettes?!" You practically yell, pushing up from the ground and stomping towards him. He smiles mockingly at your anger. It's infuriating.

"Hm, I don't know. Did you have the suitcase with the cartoon flowers on it?" Your cheeks flush a bit at the reminder of your luggage, the same bag you've been using since you were five. It didn't match you at all, and it was embarrassing and childish, in your opinion. Or at least that's what you told Mari once she'd asked about it. You secretly liked it.

"Yes, that's mine. Give me the damn Marlboro." You try to swipe it out of his hands, but he holds it out of your reach.

"Try and get it." You scoff at his cliche game, finding it dumb.