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

[diana]

I watched Claire's back for a moment before reaching for my tote bag and digging through it. I come up with my iPod and turn it on, flipping through songs. I turn sideways on the bench, drawing my knees halfway to my chest as I lean over my iPod. I glance over as Travis sits down across from me and stop my finger from pressing Kiss You by One Direction- that certainly wouldn't be the best song to play with him around.
He doesn't say anything, which surprises me. He usually couldn't shut up. I lock my iPod, putting it back in my bag. Behind my sunglasses, my eyes flick towards the lake, watching a boat pass by before flicking back to Travis. It was probably killing him, being quiet. I let out a sigh, this was boring. But, I wasn't about to just get up, strip off my shorts, and strut down to the water with Travis just.. watching me; it would seem like I was trying to seduce him or some shit like that.
"What do you want to say? I know you didn't come over here just for my company." I ask, arching one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him questioningly. I decide to act as if he hadn't kissed me, besides, it wasn't a kiss-kiss, was it? Well, I wasn't going to count it as one, even if it was.

[travis]

Travis looked at Diana and sighed, propping his elbows on the table. He raised is eyebrows. What if he had come over here for her.. joyous company? Ha, not. He shrugged and ran and hand through his damp hair. You looked upset. And alone. So unlike the normal Diana. Travis smirked. There wasn't much he could do besides stare at her. And gee, that'd just be creepy. He looked up at Bradley and Michelle. They were gone. His eyes went back to Diana and he raised his eyebrows, cutting a glance at the table where they'd been sitting. Someone is having a lucky day. A lucky day. Travis wondered where exactly Bradley and Michelle had gone off too, and if they even went together or not. His eyebrows knitted together and he checked his phone. Two texts, one from his mom and one from Bradley. Sure enough, it was another day in test-est world. Travis rolled his eyes and tossed his phone to the table where he was previously sitting. It clattered for a minute before coming to rest in the middle of the table. Lucky shot. He looked back over at Diana. Why couldn't he just effortlessly pick her up? Probably because he got mad to quick. And the fact that Michelle was a lot easier to persuade than Diana. A lot. Travis wished he hadn't have kissed her now. It probably made him look more like a freak. His eyes wandered out to the water and he felt the wind start to stir. The breeze made his wet skin grow chill bumps. Travis looked at his arms and sighed. He hated days like this. Glum and unlucky.

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[diana]

I scoff out a chuckle, shaking my head slightly. Upset? Not really. Alone? Pretty Much. 'Unlike the normal Diana'. Ha. "Oh, really? Then what is this 'normal Diana' sterotype?" I ask, raising my eyebrows so that they're just visible from under the top of my sunglasses. I turned slightly to follow his gaze to where Michelle and Bradley were supposed to be sitting. I shake my head slightly, tucking a stray bang behind my ear. Michelle left me for a guy? Well, I had told her to go over there.. and didn't bother to ask if she'd wanted to play volleyball. But whatever, if she'd wanted to play she could've just asked.
Would he say he’s in L-O-V-E? Well, if it was me then I would, Would he hold you when you’re feeling low? Baby, you should know that I would. My ringtone blares up and I reach for my bag, pulling my phone out. I type in the passcode and the song ends. A text from Michelle. I make a face as I open it, which tells me not to worry or wonder where she had gone, that she was with Bradley. "Oh, yay." I mumble sarcastically. Thinking about one of my friends doing that was so.. weird. And nasty. Me doing that? Completely normal, because I knew the backstory and what led up to it.

[travis]

Travis watched Diana's expression. So, she'd had it confirmed too. His eyes flicked towards a flash of blonde hair. Eric. He was laughing, one of his arms waving around while the other firm on a girls waist. What the hell? Eric wasn't even a ladies man and he was getting girls faster than Travis could even start a conversation with one. You're normally laughing, hanging out with somebody. Not just sitting and looking glum. Travis offered, shrugging. He didn't really know how to explain the normal Diana. He couldn't even explain his own behavior most of the time. Impulsive, not something anyone should pick up. It'd stuck with him though. Shocker. Travis popped his knuckles. Do you want to swim or something? Isn't the point of a lake to swim? He watched Diana. Travis had already been for a dip, not for long though.

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[diana]

I put my phone back into my bag and cup my chin in my palms, elbows resting on the table. "Really." I say, pretending to be interested with how he viewed me. It was a little odd, getting someone else's opinion of myself. But, whatever, if didn't really matter to me anyway- wasn't like be was my boyfriend or family member or whatever.
I glance over to where Eric was with his arm around some girl's waist and roll my eyes, moving my gaze back forward. Not like that view was any better. "A swim?" I repeat, wrinkling my nose up slightly. "I don't really swim. Don't you know whats in a lake anyway? Dirt, mud, pee, fish pee, fish shit, turtles, etcetra." I answer my own question without waiting for Travis to venture something. I shake my head again. "You can swim and I can tan." I suggest, shrugging my shoulders as if it didn't matter to me. One thing I knew was that Travis wasn't about to get me in that water, not matter how hot it was out here. Just.. no."Besides, Claire needs company." I add, standing up from my seat at the table. With the addition of that simple snetence, it wouldn't look or sound like I was going along with Travis, but because my friend needed me.

[travis]

Travis narrowed his eyes. Fish pee, really? Well, girls will be girls. He stood up and in one smooth motion took his shirt off. It had dried with the water and was stiff. He looked towards the water where Claire was swimming. Don't know if your aware, but I'm the last person Claire would look for company with. . Travis waved at her. She glared and ducked under the water; point proven. He shrugged and looked at Diana, turning his head to the side and raising both eyebrows as it to say: see? But he didn't stay to complain, instead Travis folded up his shirt, tossed it to his table and ran down the dock, taking a straight dive from the edge. He came back up with a whoop and laughed. Several people along the shore shook their heads with a smile. Traivs flicked his hair out of this eyes and watched Diana with a smirk.

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[diana]

I roll my eyes behind the screen of my sunglasses as Travis takes his shirt off in one fluid movement. Sure, he was hot, but no one really deserved to be so arrogant. I sniff slightly, grabbing my tote bag and following him at a slower pace down to the dock. I watch as he dives off the end before coming up with a whoop. I shake my head, starting off down the shore.
Soon I find my place under a willow tree, hidden from pretty much every angle, the long branches trailing in the calm water. I lean my bag up against the trunk, sliding my denim shorts off before folding them neatly and tucking them into my bag. I sit down, back against the rough bark of the willow, legs crossed in a ladylike fashion. I pull out my iPod, daring to turn on They Don't Know About Us by One Direction. I dig around for my phone, pulling it out and typing in the pass code quickly. I scroll through my contacts, wondering who I could text as an idle distraction.

[travis]

Travis watched Diana walk down the beach and he grumbled to himself. Her running away was getting the slightest bit annoying. Somebody nudged him and Travis was surprised to see Claire. He narrowed his eyes curiously at her. "You should just go over there. She can't run forever. " The girl shrugged and pushed her self away, climbing from the dock. Travis watched her before slowly floated towards Diana. At the shore, she gave a low whistle. "Are you in track?" He waited a second or two before adding, "You run away a lot." He let the slightest bit of hurt and anger seep into his voice, it lowering an octave. No, he wasn't really hurt that Diana kept leaving him. Angered? Sure, a little. Travis layed on his stomach in the soft, sand, putting his chin on his folded arms just to where the water wouldn't go in his mouth.

[diana]

I pull up Dominique, pressing 'new message' and typing in hey, gurl, wts up before hitting 'send' and running my tongue over my lips, wishing I'd thought to bring my chapstick. I look up at Travis' voice, my brow crinkling as I shake my head. I let out a scoff, rolling my blue eyes towards the overhead branches of the willow.
"Sorry I'm not as easy as the rest of the female population you can have your pick of." I reply sarcastically, a slight expression of distaste and disgust crossing over my face, pulling my upper lip up in a sneer.
"I saw what you did with Claire, how she hates you." I add, shrugging my shoulders.
I wasn't sure, but it scared me. I didn't want my reputation on the line like that, in someone's hands when they could rip it into a million pieces all at once- with one simple phrase or total rumor.. or truth. Maybe that's why I was so distant from Travis, or I just didn't quite like him.. but it was all so confusing and I didn't want to have this mental battle in front of him.

[travis]

Travis decided to play the not-nice game. He let out a gruff breath of laugh. If I was looking for sex, I wouldn't go to you. He let the words sink in, let her mind decipher it as a a negative comment. Close to a minute later, Travis smiled. Ya know, because you aren't 'easy' to get and all. He shrugged and floated on his back in the shallow water. It wasn't about having sex with her now, not that it ever was, Travis honestly just wanted Diana to think better of him. Sure, he was a whore in the man world, but it didn't mean he was always an predator waiting to pounce on the cat. When she brought up the mention of Claire, Travis felt his eyebrows pinch together. He never really stopped to consider if he had hurt her. Travis just figured it was the normal feelings of a girl who just had sex, then found out the guy had no further interest. Something she would have gotten over in a week or two. Perhaps not all girls had the same rebound attention. Travis put it in his mental calendar to find that out someday.

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[diana]

I raise one perfectly arched eyebrow at him in a questioning manner, chuckling softly before turning my electric blue gaze back to my phone. Not come to me? Please, any guy would gladly go off with me if I was interested. But, I usually wasn't. I always kept my wits about me, never doing drugs and drinking minimal amounts of alcohol- no one was ever going to take advantage of me.
"Yeah, that's what you mean, you sexist ass." I mumble under my breath, texting Dom back after her reply of 'nm, u'. nothin, at the lake with Travis talking to me. I reply, unconsciously shrugging my shoulders with the message. I reach over to change the song as Summer Love comes on- it was way too slow. I settle back into my relaxed position against the willow trunk after Live While We're Young starts up.

[travis]

Travis stopped floating. Sexist ass? Ha, not quite. He got out of the water and crouched in front of Diana, pulling out her ear buds and tossing her Ipod down shore a few feet. It'd be okay. Sexist ass? Is that why I actually treat girls like they're worth something instead of running away from them if I don't like what I've heard about them? He cocked his head to the side. Maybe this would hit home with her. Accusing women, girls, of things they probably thought not true was always a good way to make them prove something. Maybe she'd prove she didn't run away. Which, Travis highly doubted she did anything but that. Matter of fact, she seemed like a pro. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if she was in track. His eyes seared into hers. Somehow he'd make an impression on her, even if his efforts weren't spend on him but another guy

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[diana]

Travis gets out of the water to climb in under my willow tree, pulling my ear buds from my ears and tossing my iPod. My mouth opens into a perfect 'o' and my eyes dare him if he really just did that. I scoff, shaking my head. "You fuck them and leave them. Even you know it. Look at Claire, look at all the others. They all hate you, either that or they're so obsessed with you it borders on stalkerdom." I spit, sitting up in indignation.
"What you've heard about them?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. "You're a fucking hypocrite, Travis. A man whore. I know you probably take pride in that, but it's not a good thing. You think with your dick- just like the entire male population. Only you're worse, much worse." I rant, my voice cold yet heated.
He was dead.
I stand up from my place on the ground, giving Travis a face full of titties in the process, but I was so pissed I didn't give a shit. I pick up my iPod, wrapping the ear buds around it without even checking to make sure it wasn't scratched, before walking back to squat down and put it in my tote bag.

[travis]

Travis listened to Diana's rant. She was right. He sat back on his heels and pushed his hands through her hair. As her words sunk in, he watched her blankly. A distant though sounded: he hoped her Ipod was okay. Travis stood up and nodded. Yea, your right. But did you consider that I don't try to talk to some of them? I tried to talk to Claire, and a few others. He shook his head and turned to walk down the beach before he could get pissed again. Yes, he had honestly tried to speak with a few of them. But it was like they just then heard the rumors about him and always skipped away when he came up to them. The day he tried to talk to Clarie was still seared in his mind. She slapping him, calling him a jackass that hurt everybody. It was the reason he didn't consider that he'd hurt her. He only thought he had made her angry. Travis sighed and got his shirt, shrugging it on and putting his jeans back on, putting his phone in his pocket. But before he did he saw a message from Eric: you got sum? Travis didn't bother with a reply. He'd be to pissed anyway. He took a shaky seat and put his forehead on his palms.

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[diana]

"Look, just shut the hell up for once." I say, pulling my shorts on. I button them and zip them up before deciding to just cut and run. But, then again, should I? I never ran. No, I'd just go do something else. I pull my phone out of my bag, turning away from Travis as I enter a text for Dom as she asks what Travis and I were talking about with a wink. 'i put that bitch in his place, thinkin he could go around and shove his dick into anything that resembled a female. I reply, hitting send. He was done, I'd make sure of it.
"Hey, Claire." I call, waving her over as she backstroked in the lake. She caught me voice and nodding, starting back towards shore. I was going to get dirt on him, maybe even deign to go speak to Veronica if she was still here. "What'd he want?" Claire asks as she wraps her black and white stripes towel around herself.
"A quickie, as always. Well, he wasn't going to get one. And, I told him the truth, which no one has probably bothered to." I reply, my voice clipped as I pull out my iPod to check it out.
I let out a curse as I examine three long scratches in it's surface. Now I'd need a new one- no way was I going to walk around with a busted up piece of shit.