With A Boom Box Blaring As We're Falling In Love

[travis]

Travis woke up, his breathing accompanied by another. His heartbeat slowed and he turned his head on the fluffy ivory pillow his his. Sure enough, a petite blonde lay beside him, her arm slung over his chest and head buried in his side. Veronica. He muttered curses as he quickly lept from the bed, threw her clothes on the bed and dressed in his own. Get up, you have to leave. Travis greeted her once those pretty hazel eyes of hers had opened. Her eyes. It was what attracted him to her. That and her curves. His mind floated back to that night and he muttered another string of curses. This was not good. Veronica looked at him, her clothes, him, her clothes again before her cheeks went red with anger. She sat up, gripping the sheets to her chest. He let her curse at him, let her hit his chest, let her sob on his shoulders before finally Travis shook her. Do you want to get caught? Then leave. He ushered her down the stairs and out his door. She cursed at him some more and flipped him off as he walked towards her car. Once she was safe out of sight, Travis moaned and ran a hand over his face. It was another careless event, something he promised himself wouldn't happen again. Too late now, dickhead He spat at himself as he tromped through his house, eating anything he saw half edible.
It was mid afternoon when he decided he wouldn't mope around anymore. Travis got off his family couch, patted his little sisters fuzzy hair and walked up to his room. He looked outside his balcony and decided it was a lake day. The clothes he wore were suitable enough, so Travis scrawled a quick note to his mother and left it on the counter as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door Anya, I'm going to the Lake. He hoped the housekeeper was in hearing distance. As her shrill voice echoed right as he shut the door, he knew it was a good thing she wasn't close. Anya was onto everything Travis did. She probably knew what happened last night. Thinking about the old woman knowing, Travis shuddered and hurried towards his truck.
It was only a ten minute drive to Lake Royale and he arrived to a crowd of people. Several people saw him and waved. There was also a cluster of girls with a crying Veronica in the middle. All of them shot him death looks. Travis gave his best smile and waved. None of them expected that. He laughed to himself when they all gave him astounded glances. A surprise, he was. After grabbing a Monster and small bag of Lays chips, he found a table on the lake where two of his friends were sitting. Bro, did you hear Diana was supposed to come to the lake today? I just heard it surfing around. Travis looked up at Eric. He shrugged and ate a chip. Diana really wasn't that big of a deal to him. Sure, she was hot, but she was also a bitch. Even though he was considered a man-whore, Travis didn't want anyone that could damage his ego permanently. Facing it, Diana well had the power to do so. It shook him, thinking how much one person could have an impact on his normal habits. Travis popped another chip in his mouth and looked around the beach. He caught several signs of dark brown hair, but none of them turned out to be her. Maybe Eric was lying, who knew.

OUTFIT

[diana]

A Saturday. A beach or lake day. Possible cool shade and boat rides or hot sand and seagulls. The choice was easy- lake, all the way baby. I pull on my black bathing suit, a light blue button up shirt on over and then a pair of Aeropostale cut offs. I send a couple texts to my friends, telling them to meet me before I put my hair up in a bun. I was looking like a hot mess today. But, it was the lake, so I was allowed one ratchet day, right?
"Mom, I'm going to the lake. I call as I step into my Hollister flip flops, grabbing the keys before making the my way out to the car. I smartly take my flip flops off- I did pay attention in Driver's Ed.
-lalala, drive-
I close my car door, grabbing my hot pink tote bag that held my kitten towel in it, slinging it over my shoulder as I put my sunglasses on. I stride towards the water, tossing a disgusted glance at a circle of girls surrounding a crying Veronica. She was such a damn drama Queen, what was her problem now? With a haughty sniff, I spot my friends already at the edge of the volley ball court and a confident grin appears across my full mouth.
"Diana!" they yell, waving me over- as if I hadn't already seen them. I'm already unbuttoning my sleeveless top, flat stomach exposed. I neatly fold it and put it into my bag, deciding to leave my shorts on until I actually got in the water.
"Come on." I say, setting my stuff down on the table they had claimed and starting towards the new dock- they'd recently tore the old one down. Way too many splinters. I sit down on the edge with Michelle on one side and Claire on the other, dipping my feet in the water, dark red toe nails perfectly polished without a chip in them.
"Whose here today?" I ask in a bland tone, pushing my glasses up on top of my head.
Outfit; Link

[travis]

Travis had finished his chips and drank half his monster when Eric slapped his shoulder. He followed his pointing finger to see yet another dark haired girl. But it wasn't Diana. A wave of relief washed over him. It was Emma, the female friend he had that he had no plans to get intimate with. She was too good to ruin like he'd done to so many others. Travis waved at her and she smiled, but turned to walk to a different table. Eric narrowed his eyes and followed her. He doubted either of them could hold back shock and a little sense of hurt when Emma sat down at the same table as the single girl all of them hated most, Veronica. A laugh erupted at the boys table and Travis roved his eyes over the beach, not seeing what their commotion was about. Then he saw Diana at the end of the dock. Leave it to Eric to get them all notice. Travis shushed the blonde boy as glances started getting thrown their way. In some cases it's not always best to get yourself noticed, douche. Bradley, Travis and Eric's other close friend, muttered while he looked around the beach. Travis knew he was absently paying attention to his guy friends while looking for his love interest of the moment, Michelle. Eric already had the 'bros before hoes' conversation with him, but Bradley was just to hooked on this fish to see the others in the sea. Travis screwed the cap on his drink and was about to get up when Eric slapped the table. Gee, Travis, the girl you've been waiting to see. Diana, how's the weather over there? I'm sure Travis can warm it right up! Eric guffawed, along with everyone else who heard the joke. Travis meanwhile, stood glaring at the chuckling brute. As he walked towards Diana's group at the dock, the only thing to do now, he slapped the back of Eric's head. 'Jackass' followed him as he sat down beside Diana. Boys. Crazy species they are. He joked, crumpling his chip bag. Eric, still pissed, muttered something about payback. Travis laughed into his monster.

[diana]

Claire -who wasn't in a lovestruck coma like Michelle- was about to answer when boisterous laughter struck up from behind us, at the boy's table. I shoot a glare back before turning back forward, about to tell her to go on when Eric's voice cut across to us. A small frown tugs the corners of my mouth down as I roll my mocha eyes. Boys. They just thought they were so hilarious. I didn't have anything against them -not at all- but they could be really.. immature. Yes, that was definitely the word.
Footsteps start up from behind us and a muffled thump sounds before Travis plops down beside me and I fight back a scowl. Couldn't we have a girl's day without boys stalking us? I mean ,we were gorgeous, but still. I glance at his monster, thinking about how I hadn't bothered to bring any money for the concession stand. It crosses my mind to take it from him, but I'd probably get herpes.
"I suppose." I reply with a shrug of my narrow shoulders, kicking my feet about in the water. It was nice and cool- I might go for a swim later, not a wade like usual. Though, with how many guys were currently surrounding us, I wouldn't want them tripping over their tongues.
"You should go talk to Bradley." I whisper loudly, leaning over to Michelle and winking at her. A heavy blush crosses her face and she stares at her lap. I loved it whenever I could do that and no one could do it to me. Such power; I loved it.

[travis]

Travis chuckled and swished his monster around the can. It was almost empty. He took a small sip, popping his lips after it was finished. When Diana whispered, if you could even call it that, his eyes floated towards Bradley. The boy was still dazing. Travis gave a look towards Eric and Eric threw up his hands, shaking his head. Travis grinned and looked at Michelle. You really should, you know. Give Eric a reason to leave besides the fact that no one likes him. He shrugged as if only a suggestion and tapped the monster can against the very edge of the dock. His mouth opened to say something, but someones hands clapped on his shoulder. Eric, smirking, loomed above him. Ready for a dip, Travis? I have something to do, ya know. Before Travis could figure out what Eric meant, he was being shot towards the water. Right before his feet touched the water, he used his arms to haul himself back up, almost knocking Diana over. Absently he grabbed her waist to steady her. Fuck you, Eric! Travis hissed, while Eric stumbled off, his laughter shaking his entire body. Travis shook his head and puled his hands back beside him, though almost ruefully.

[diana]

I shoot Travis an annoyed look as he leans past me to look at Michelle, agreeing with me easily. I mean, I was glad he was backing me up or whatever, but no one had asked for his opinion. I part my full lips to tell him as much when Eric grabs his shoulder, saying something about being ready to take a dip before shoving him forward.
I'm about to chuckle when Travis pulls himself up, knocking into me as he does so. I let out a small shriek, grabbing hold of the dock to steady myself before I fall face first into the lake. I feel a pair of hands wrap themselves around my wait, apparently to keep me from falling, and I press my lips together.
"Don't touch me, God knows where your hands have been." I snap, moving to push Travis' hands off of my waist before they slowly move off of their own accord. I sniff, brushing my dark brown hair out of my face before looking over at Claire- Michelle had since abandoned us to the dogs in favor of sitting with Bradley.
"C'mon." I say simply, pulling my feet up before standing, reaching to take my flip flops into my hands before leading Claire back to our table beside the volleyball court. "We should play." Claire ventures, nodding towards the lone volleyball sitting in the sand.
I shrug my shoulders slightly as if it didn't matter to me. She stands to go over to it and I walk onto the other side of the court, placing my hands on my hips after pushing my sunglasses back down.

[travis]

Travis watched Diana's retreating figure. God, she was a bitch. He watched Michelle and Bradley for a moment. She laughed and Bradley grinned. Well, at least one of the boys was having good luck. Travis shook off his shirt and stood up, propelling himself, grudgingly, towards Diana. He couldn't give up that soon. Though he couldn't really say he wanted to try to talk to her again. Once he found her, he walked up and put his forearms on her shoulders. I keep my hands clean. He whispered in her ear. Travis pulled away with a chuckle and looked across at Claire. She was one girl he really couldn't stand. And by the glare on her face, she didn't like him much either. Travis shook off the small pin in his ego and clapped his hands together. What're we playing? He already knew it was most likely volleyball, but there was also the game with the rackets, and tennis. If they were playing tennis, Travis might as well just give up and go home with a stolen kiss from Diana right then.

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[diana]

Claire picks up to volleyball, tossing it up in her hands and then deftly catching it. She was on the team at school and I'd heard she was good- never really went to a game before, and I didn't really play sports- they weren't my thing. I stiffen as Travis sets his elbows on my shoulders, his voice warm on my ear before a chuckle escaped him and he back away. I make a disgusted face at Claire and she nods. I knew she'd never liked Travis much, and I was pretty much with her there.
"Who said you were playing?" I ask innocently, a sickly sweet note to my voice as I turned to look back at him before twisting back forward. Claire raises her eyebrows at me and I nod and she tosses the ball up to serve, smacking it towards me. I jump forward, hands coming together as I purposefully fall to my knees to bump it back to her before scrambling back to me feet, making a face at the stinging of my knees- not very smart, but at least I'd hit it.
Claire deftly spikes it and the ball sprays up sand as it lands on our side. Claire- 1, Me- 0. I let out a frustrated huff as I stride towards the yellow and white ball, fixing my bikini top from where it had gone ever so slightly sideways- I didn't want to be falling out or some shit.

[travis]

Travis, only slightly annoyed, crossed his arms and watched Diana fall and miss the ball Claire spiked back towards her side. He'd never gotten the fact of girls and wanting to do everything themselves. Everyone needed help, though his ego wasn't always on board with the suggestion. With as much uncaring as he could muster, Travis strode to where the back of the court would be in normal volleyball. Your loss said it all, babe. His eyes showed a mischievous gleam, though his face remained placid. Maybe her loosing would fuel something. Travis couldn't help that he felt a little bit of anger towards her. It wasn't just that she bruised his ego, but that she had to be rude doing it. However, as he glanced at her bikini, he could get over that. Travis jerked his eyes away before she would notice. Claire, all seeing, glared at him. He was sure if looks could kill, he'd be dead. Why did the two hate him so much? It wasn't like Travis had ruined the lives of countless boys around school with torture. Only two.

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[diana]

I roll my eyes, shaking my head as Travis' voice reached my ears. I pick up the ball from where it had landed in the sand,striding back to my previous position. "Ready?" I call and Claire nods. I lick my lips, holding the ball in front of my before swinging my right arm forward to smack it into the air with my wrist. It was a kindergarten serving move, but at least I could do that one well; I wasn't all fancy like Claire, but maybe I could have her teach me.
My blonde friend hits it back to me easily and I jump sideways to avoid being hit in the chest with it. "Watch where the hell you aim that thing." I snap, shooting her a withering look. I turn as Claire apologizes, walking after the brightly colored ball which had rolled to a stop at Travis' feet. My brown gaze goes from the ball to his face and I cross my arms over my chest. Either he picked it up to hand it to me, or I shoved him out of the way. The other option was putting my head somewhere near his crotch, and that most definitely wasn't going to happen.
"Come on, Travis!" Claire snaps from behind me and I reach out my arms for the ball, a small frown of distaste tugging the corners of my mouth down.

[travis]

Travis watched the ball roll to his feet. He was going to pick it up, but when Diana held out her hands without a please, he knocked the ball between his feet. A smirk tugged at his full lips and he cocked his head to the side. Claire's voice floated towards his ears and he looked at her, waved and crossed his arms. The ball was only leaving from under his feet two ways: Diana got it herself, or she said please. Travis tapped the bulge of muscle on his arm. You can get it yourself. Or say the magic word. He said, tapping the ball backwards and following it. Travis had no assurance he could get Diana to say please, but he also had a pretty damn good idea she wasn't nearing him that close. Oh well. There was always someone else. Maybe. Veronica was a powerful girl, she could stop Travis' girl fun within a week. Diana, a day, tops. Travis stifled the tiny fear of his reputation being smothered. For a moment, he could at least toy around with her.

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[diana]

Of course. Travis kicks it between his feet, a smirk crossing his mouth. I let out a scoff, setting my reaching hands on my hips. "Just give me the damn thing." I snap. When it becomes obvious he wasn't going to give it to me I take a step towards him. Magic word? Wasn't that for five year olds? I shake my head, striding over to him. I stop in front of him, crossing my arms directly under my chest to ensure cleavage and pouting out my lower lip.
"Just give it to me." I whine, cocking my head to the side so that my dark brown hair fell into my face.
I'd done this before and it had worked, so why not now? And, with Travis' reputation, surely he's take the bait. Out of all the guys, he would be the one that would give in to such a display, he had to be. I raise my eyebrows, knowing my forehead would dimple in a cute way. Yeah, I was a master at the puppy dog face. And, if he wouldn't give it to us with this trick, we could always feign disinterest and wander off. He'd soon tire of it and leave it behind, then we could come back. Yeap, I had this shit figured out.

[travis]

Travis watched Diana walk towards him and he thought she was going to get the ball, but she didn't. Instead the puppy dog face came his way. He swallowed, trying not to look down. Did she even know what she was doing to him? Probably not. Diana wasn't thinking about him. Travis picked up the ball, catching a little look when he came back up. He held the ball out to her, but before she could grab t, pressed his lips to hers. It was a butterfly kiss, barely there but enough to be curious for more. He pushed the ball towards her chest with a rumbling chuckle. You're welcome. Travis looked at Diana, grinned and spun on his heel, walking towards the dock. No, she hadn't said please, but that didn't really matter. He still kissed her. It wasn't one he'd pull on most girls, but he didn't want to get punched. Travis pulled off his shirt to reveal hard abs and a tan torso. He shrugged off his jeans and kept one hand on his swim trunks to keep them from falling off. After piling the clothes up on Bradley's table he walked to the dock and slunk into the water. Once he caught Diana's eye and smirked, floating on his back. He had to push himself out from under the dock more than once.

[diana]

I can tell he's fighting to keep his blue eyes locked on my face and hold back a look of disgust. Men, especially Travis, where dogs. Pigs, more like. He soon crumbles and reaches to pick up the ball. I smile slightly, hands reaching forward before he quickly leans in to lightly press his lips to mine. My hands wrap around the ball and my brown eyes follow his retreating back before I turn back to the court, making a face at Claire, whose face is glaring death at Travis.
"Pay attention." I snap, smacking the ball towards her. She hits it back and I jump for it, but miss miserably. I mumble a curse and bend over to pick it up, rolling it to her side before pulling my denim shorts up- I hadn't bothered with a belt today.
I glance over towards the lake once to catch his eye from where he's floating at the dock. I roll my eyes, turning back to my game. I hit the ball and send it out of the court and into the grass. "Oops." I call, running a hand over my face as Claire runs after it. I really needed to get better at this somewhere that wasn't in public; I was making a complete fool of myself.
"Diana, wanna go swim?" Claire asks, talking over towards the net after retrieving the ball. I sigh, shaking my head. But, I knew we'd have to do something she wanted to do, but wasn't volleyball her idea?
"Whatever." I eventually say, shrugging. She squeals happily, pulling her tank top over her head. I shake my head slightly, walking over to our table to sit down. "You're not coming?" she asks. I shake my head and she shrugs, wandering over towards the water.

[travis]

Travis watched Diana and Clair nonchalantly. Diana really wasn't good at volleyball. It almost seemed to dishearten her. He screwed his mouth in a frown and hauled himself up the dock. Several girls watched him, in no way hiding it. He frowned at them. They weren't Diana. Something about kissing her, which he now knew was an awful idea, had only drawn him closer to her. Travis passed Claire, she was still glaring at her. He rolled his eyes. Some girls. Surely Claire knew their one night stand was that only, one night. The girl was to.. needy for him. The faint sound of a splash knew that he was clear of Claire for the moment. Travis walked towards Diana's table and sat across from her. He wouldn't say anything. She seemed to upset at the moment. A snarky comment wouldn't be the best thing to unload on her.

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