I flip through some dumb doctor's magazine, blocking out the surrounding sounds. Anything is better than staring at him.

I don't know why he's here, and to be honest, I don't wish to know. Even though some of the blame is laid on myself, he did play in the whole scenario.

Just as we exchange glances does he get up. He seems like the stupid type who doesn't do anything for himself, but I must admit this caught me off guard. Since we were literally just staring back and forth, I meet him, my face flushing with anger as I stare at my leather boots.

"I-I know you don't know me, but can I talk to you? S-Somewhere private, I mean..." He stutters, his voice as quiet as a mouse. I look up as I brush a loose strand of away, my natural pastel blue with a hint of gray hair fading into the bright turquoise dyed portion.

"Y-Yeah. I think that would be good. Let's head down this way... I guess." I began walking down a corridor, followed by an empty clinic room. I continue down the path as his footsteps tap behind me.

I eventually find an empty hallway, with no one occupying the rooms, with means no one to eavesdrop either. I figure this is only the result of my trust issues, but now is not the time for pondering on my weird habits and behaviors.

"Listen, I didn't expect you here... And I know we agreed not to talk about this but—" He mumbles under his breath, rubbing his back before I cut him off in a sophisticated manner, "I think that since we are both waiting in a grubby old waiting room... It's an okay time to address the problem." He looks down to the tiles to avoid eye contact as I cross my arms in return.

"I-I was drunk that night... Way too drunk..." He begins, "And this is hard for me to say, but there is a good friend of mine who told me to speak up and have confidence..."

"I must agree... I did have one too many, too..." I laugh, remembering KC bringing them out with a smile, "The vodkas kept coming and the alcohol didn't kick in yet. And I got carried away... I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm sorry. Really."

He takes a deep breath before talking, "I'm sorry, also. But could I at least get your name?"

"Sure I guess... I'm Katelyn Fyre. Nice to meet you." I began, raising a hand for him to shake. As a polite man he took it, "The name's Travis Valkrum."

"Hmm..." I think, running the name across my head. It's so familiar, yet the slightest bit foreign, "Just a question, but who exactly were you waiting to see? Like a relative, teacher, parent...?"

"A-A friend of mine was in a really bad car accident." He mumbles, his brow furrowing with confusion and sadness, "What about yourself?"

I connect the dots quickly, the thoughts and conversations rolling around in my brain, "I-It's A-Aphmau Lorde... Isn't it?" I whisper, my hand covering my mouth partially.

"Y-Yes..." He stutters, realizing our bonds. Our friendships. Our online relationships, "Fire-Punch?"

"Chick-Magnet, Travis?!" I gasp, my eyes gaping open.

"T-This can't be happening!" He blurts out, his mouth ajar and hands in his messy locks.

"No... no no no NO NO NO!!!" I begin yelling, my mind twisting and turning, "NOT PERVERTED TRAVIS!!! What the actual fuck... How...?" I mutter, brushing the hair out of my face.

He starts to calm down, but remains stiff. He opens his mouth to speak, his expression sincere, "I-I'm so sorry, Katelyn! I d-didn't expect this!"

"Me neither you dingus! How could I not put the dots together...? When we texted... Where you lived... When you went... Ah! I'm so dumb!" I become heated up, my fists clenching in outrage. He copies these actions, taking the sudden news much better than me. Yet again, I am a hot headed girl who is always PMSing, especially right now.

"Katelyn... I-I... I really am sorry. But, I do have a question for you..." He speaks nervously, his voice shaking.

I sigh, beginning to steady my breathing patterns, "Yes... What is it?"

"Are you, by any chance, pregnant...?"

The pure rage I was somewhat overcoming returned, this time in the action of physical pain. I slapped himhard and good, leaving a red tint where my hand laid. I remain aggravated as I initiate my screaming stage, "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL, TRAVIS?! That's the worst thing to say at a time like this!!!"

He starts to stroke the wound, immediately becoming scared, "Sorry, sorry! I was just trying to lighten the mood!"

"WELL YOU DIDN'T, YOU IDIOT!" I glare at him, eventually shutting my eyes and performing my calming exercises. I crack them open to reveal an inflamed face as I laugh under my breath, "Hahaha! Your cheek is red and puffy!"

"Well what do you expect when you get slapped?!" His voice cracks, slowing turning to us laughing like to imbeciles in a hospital hallway after talking about slapping and sex.

The giggles died down as it made me even more irritated than his cute snickers, "Well, I don't know... But the more I think about it, I'm glad I had a one night stand with you rather than a complete stranger... At least it wasn't some weird hobo that I would someday see on the side of the road."

He chuckles a little, raising the corner of his mouth to a smile, rubbing the back of his hairy neck, "Well, I am quite jealous of my drunken self for being able to see a woman's butt..."

"My Irene, here we go again!" I roll my eyes, planting my feet firm on the ground and avoiding the topic.

"After this, I would like to actually, get to know you as a real person..." He smirks, raising his eyebrow, "S-So—uh—would you like to go out with me? N-NOT AS A DATE UNLESS YOU WANT IT TO BE BUT—"

Out of reflex, I instantaneously become honored, my real smile growing like it hadn't in the past, "My first priority is Aphmau. But... once she is back and ready for action, I would love to."

"I understand," He grins, as I start to rub my arm out of habit, "Well... how is life here in the real world...?"

"Do you want an honest answer or a lie?" I say, biting my lip to hide my expression.

"Depends on which you're most comfortable with sharing."

I sigh, deciding he is already holding tons of my secrets anyway.

"I'm doing much better than I was, to be honest... I'm still taking care of my five brothers but I'm glad the oldest two have moved out and are taking care of the younger ones. I've also been stressed about... this situation," I give him a crooked smile, "Other than that, really, I'm great. What about you?"

"It seems like life is a rocky road... Well, for me," he breathes, crossing his arms and thinking of what to say next, making me blush as it seems cute, "I received a job after graduation and am renting an apartment now that I'm out of college. The only thing I'm relieved about is leaving my old bitch of a roommate."

"Well, that's a plus still, isn't it?" I giggle, thinking of my old ones, on top of my brothers, all of us crammed into a small space. It sends me chills just thinking about it all...

"I suppose so... He was, in fact, the one who dragged me to the... the party in the first place. I've never liked him."

"Oh... An old friend of mine texted everyone the address," I include, remembering my extreme doubtfulness and Kawaii~Chan, "Including me, only to make me eventually taste all the fucking vodka flavors on the table there, later abandoning my drunken body. Did you see all the flavors, though?!" I imagine the array of colored bottles and clear liquid, tipping down my throat like syrup.

"I sure did. I guess that's what college kids like."

"And me judging the situation," I chuckle to soften the air.

Travis begins to smirk, "You have a nice laugh. I guess I didn't notice that earlier..."

"W-What? Did Travis actually compliment me?" I gasp dramatically, trying to hide my flushed ears and face. I stare in the mirror behind him as I force myself to stop. You. Don't. Like. Him.

"Oh, come on! I can be a gentleman when I try!" He gives me a friendly shove as I quickly brush it off.

"Oh yeah, then? Explain the multiple times you make horrible punch lines when flirting with either myself or Lucinda!" I exclaim, referring back to the many nights filled with us three fighting and bickering to ourselves, "But when you think about it, we hadn't seen or heard each other... So that could be a deciding factor..."

"That's because you and Lucinda are the only girls who ever caught my interest," he winks. I cross my arms slowly as I stare into his eyes.

"Oh Irene... You really need a social life outside of online." I grin, pulling my arm out of my grasp to punch him rapidly.

"Well, hey! College kept me busy!" He laughs it off.

"Yeah... I guess. But how many girls did you date in the past year, hm?" I tilt my head, my fiery side coming out to play.

"I was the geek of my year. So none." He says, looking down at his feet.

"Hmm..." I grunt, placing a few fingers to my chin as if I was thinking, "With a little confidence, I could see you being a huge flirt. Just act more like yourself online!"

"So what I'm getting from all of this... is that you like it when I flirt with you?"

"W-What?!" I flush, "I-I didn't i-imply that!!" I begin laughing nervously to hide my thoughts, "What I meant was don't flirt about the two b's; focus on characteristics and personalities. Girls... really like that."

"So if I said I thought you were a sweet and insanely thoughtful girl—with the curves of a goddess must I add—that would satisfy you?"

"It... depends..." I mutter, swaying a little to create some flirtatious confusion between the two of us. I feel weird doing this, but it feels natural at the same time.

"Well," He breathes, continuing, "I'll actually try this time. Katelyn, I think that you actually are one of the most considerate and kind people I've ever met. You truly are just an angel on earth..."

I look into the mirro again to be greeted by my reddened face, showing up crimson on my fair complexion. He does the same but subtler, his bronzed skin seeming black compared to my slick white skin.

I start to thank him, "T-Thanks, Travis. I think you're pretty cool, too, us know. You're very funny and down to earth, especially when it comes to your friends. I really do admire it... How you're easy going and all... I'm always stressed and angry; two horrible qualities of mine."

"Now I doubt those last two traits are true." He pronounces as if he was being sarcastic, causing me to beam a little, "Even if they were, all your billions of good traits outshine those two."

"You know... that means a shit ton to me, Travis. I'm glad to have you in my life." I say, stepping a step closer to him.

"And thank you, for being the star of my own." He smirks, copying my action. My foot fumbles as I step another in front as I lightly fall onto Travis, turning it into an embrace. I lace my delicate arms around his toasty neck, his body heat warming my cold palms up. I look back into his emerald jewels, as he does the same. The next thing I do comes as a surprise, but I feel that it is something I've been holding onto since my last horrible relationship.

I start to close the gap between our faces, our lips finding each other. They moved in harmony, like two lovebirds singing the same tune. Distinct and marvelous. Something I haven't experienced before in my life of dating drama.

We pulled apart for what seems like a perfect eternity, breathing for dear life. I savor his minty breath as it lingers to my fruity gum, creating an amazing duo. He stares at me wide eyed, his smooth lips trembling slightly, "Thank you."

I continue holding onto his neck, afraid to leave the warmth. His arms lap around my waist, gripping it firm but in a protective, loving way. "I should be saying the same to you." I retort, blinking my eyes.

He smiles, "Then you owe me another one of those."

I think of the wonderful feeling and nod, "I think I can manage to fulfill your request."

"May I?" he gazes into my eyes, leaning in for the kill. Our lips collide again as it sends me a rush through my blood. The sensation grows as an urge, something I feel that I cannot live without anymore. Nothing can compare to the paradise I feel in my heart and soul.

He must the missing piece that I never thought about cherishing. Something I needed to find, but never had in the past to hold on to.