Gods, Travis was so out of it.

Just at the mere sight of you he felt his knees buckle. And when you did the smallest gesture like wave or smile at him he felt like he was on cloud nine. Delusional much?

He stood at the porch of your cabin, hesitating to knock. He held some flowers in his hand that looked like a sad bouquet, he thought of rigging the flowers with a glitter bomb or something but that would probably ruin his only chance with you so he refrained.

Once he knocked and you opened the door he stumbled over his words instantly, the ones he’s been practicing for a week. “Uh, would you like to… to date me?” He blushed. “Go on a date with me?” He corrected himself, mentally facepalming. It was funny to see the normal annoying boy so flustered over you.