Song above is later on mentioned in this chapter.

I haven't cried, yet.

The cold look in Travis' eyes is carved in my mind, I don't think I'll ever not see it. 

My best friend and roommate, Taylor, is looking at me with this weird look in her eyes.

"Could you please just look at your plate? You're starting to freak me out," I tell her.

"I'm sorry, but you just seem down. Ever since you returned yesterday, what happened?" She asked, her voice was laced with concern. 

She is a great friend, honestly, but she doesn't understand when someone doesn't want to talk about what's bothering them, but would rather swim in self-pity.

"I- I just don't want to talk about it, I'll come to you when I need someone to talk to, okay?" I look at Taylor with pleading eyes, begging her to drop the issue.

"Fine," she sighs, dragging out the 'i'. "I know exactly what we need!" She says with excitement.

"Please don't say we're going to the club, I went yesterday, it did not end well." I sigh, while rubbing my head. It is almost 7 PM and my head is still killing me, maybe it isn't just the alcohol. It could be the fact that I'm over-thinking everything that happened since I met Travis Grayson.

"No, why do you always assume I'm going to say that?" She asks outraged, placing a hand over her heart, faking being hurt.

"Maybe because that was your solution for every problem during college?" I ask her matter-of-factly.

She rolls her eyes, "No, we need a Gaga-night!"

I look up to her, "Really?" I ask her, sarcasm decorating my voice.

"Yes!" She squeals, "Trust me, you'll feel better after some singing some Rararamama Ramaramama"

"I doubt it, but I'll give it a try. But just to show that I appreciate you trying to help me get in a better mood," I say, lifting my finger at her.

Taylor jumps up and walks to the stereo, she plugs in her phone and scrolls through her playlist. She keeps scrolling and I get impatient.

"Just pick a song already!" I tell her.

She flicks me off in respond.

She loves me so much.

"Okay, get on your feet! We're going to just dance and let loose!" She walks over to me and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet.

She pushes the couch away, making room for us to dance. Taylor walks back to the stereo and starts playing the song on her phone. The beginning of 'Just Dance' from Lady Gaga blasts through the speakers of the stereo.

Taylor starts singing along and moving around, waving her hands all over the place and shaking her legs.

"Come on, don't stand there like a teenage boy who couldn't get a date for prom."

Yeah, she loves me so much.

I start following her motions, waving my arms around and I actually get in a nice flow. I always believed I was a reasonable dancer, but I never really boasted about it, because I definitely wasn't that good.

"Yeah! That's it girl!" Taylor encourages me. 

I laugh in response, we move around the room while throwing our arms everywhere, being careful not to knock the TV from the wall. 

The next song comes on, it is called "Perfect illusion" Taylor tells me.

I immediately love this song, but sadly it reminded me of Travis. The only difference was that I didn't believe we were in love. I knew we had at least 'something' going on, but clearly I was wrong.

"Hey, you okay?" Taylor asks me, I realise I had stopped dancing while listening to the lyrics.

"Yeah, I am just really tired, I think I'm going to bed." I lie, I feel bad lying to her, but I'm just not ready to tell her about Travis, she'll probably just tell me 'I could've told you that would happen'.

I am about to get into my bed, but I'm stopped by Taylor screaming my name. I grab my baseball bat that is placed underneath my bed. It sounded like she was in danger.

I slowly walk out of my room, careful not to make any sound. I walk towards the hallway, I pull the baseball up to my shoulder, ready to swing it at the intruder.

I turn around the corner and stop my bat mid-swing. Taylor isn't in danger, maybe in danger of melting because of the way the guy at the door is looking at her. She is clearly drooling all over him, can't blame her though.

"Lucas, what are you doing here?" I ask with confusion.

"You didn't show up at work and Travis was in a bad mood and wouldn't tell me why you weren't at work. So I was- I was worried about you." He tells me, slightly blushing while admitting that he was worried about me.

I feel my heart flutter at his words, that's so sweet! 

"Yeah, I didn't feel so good this morning and Travis told me to just stay home for the day." I tell him, I didn't lie, I just didn't tell the full story. There's nothing wrong with that, right?

"Well, you look all better, how are you feeling?" Lucas asks.

"Much better," I tell him. There falls an awkward silence, Lucas is looking at me, Taylor is still drooling and I'm trying to keep my gaze focused on the ground, but I keep meeting his eyes.

"So... I guess I should get going," Lucas states, trying to lift the tension.

Taylor still doesn't say anything, but I have this strange feeling, telling me not to let Lucas walk away.

"No, wait," I say, not really sure what I'm going to say now, because both Taylor and Lucas are staring at me. "Do you want some coffee?" I ask, trying to appear natural.

Lucas looks taking aback for a moment, "Yeah, sure."

He walks inside, closes the door behind him and follows me to the kitchen.

"Taylor!" I yell, "You coming or not?"

"What? Yeah, I'm coming!" She yells back, just waking up from her trance.

Lucas, Taylor and I talk a lot about work, hobbies, passions, dreams and other random things. It turned out to be a really fun night. There wasn't any inappropriate touching, which kind of surprised me, I low-key expected Lucas to make a move or something.

"So, I'm going to bed," Taylor begins, "Lucas, you can sleep over, but please be quiet and use protection. I don't want to be godmother just yet." With that she turns around leaving Lucas and me alone, awkwardly sitting next to each other after what Taylor just implied.

"She sure is something," Lucas finally says.

I burst out laughing and Lucas follows. We continue talking, basically forgetting what my crazy ass best friend said. 

It is getting really late and I am getting really tired. We are sitting on the couch and I decide to rest my head on his shoulder, he flinches a little from the contact, but he relaxes immediately after.

He puts his big arm around me, pulling me closer to him and engulfing me in his  warmth. I feel myself drifting off into a peaceful sleep.