Travis is in his bedroom, playing his electric guitar and humming to himself, since he's bored and doesn't really have anything else to do. He then decides to call you for a sleepover or anything to take up his free time. He reaches for his dark red phone and dials your number. His eyes just study his room as he listens to the music of the phone, waiting for you to pick up. Then when you pick up, he smiles to himself, his heart warming in his chest. "Hey, are you busy?"