“I'm not your anything," I snapped, glaring up at him. His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. "You're my everything.”

“But I…that wasn’t the only reason I took you to the fight. I wanted you there with me, Pidge. You’re my good luck charm.”“I’m not your anything,” I snapped, glaring up at him.His eyebrows pulled in and he stopped dancing. “You’re my everything.”

“I'm done, Travis." He winced. "Don't say that." "It's over. Go home." His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”

“It's over. Go home."His eyebrows pulled in. "You're my home.”

“He grabbed my arm. "Wait. You're mad?" I yanked my coat from his grip. "You know...I don't even know why I'm surprised." His eyebrows pulled in. "I can't win with you. I can't win with you! You say you're done...I'm fucking miserable over here! I had to break my phone into a million pieces to keep from calling you every minute of the damn day-I've had to play it off like everything is just fine at school so you can be happy...and you're fucking mad at me? You broke my fuckin' heart!" His last words echoed into the night.”

“You’re a pain in my ass!” he yelled, glaring at me. I couldn’t stop smiling, and after a few seconds, Travis’ mouth turned up. He shook his head again, and then hooked his arm around my neck. “You’re making me crazy. You know that, right?”

“He lifted my luggage off the floor. "You're not sleeping on the couch or the recliner. You're sleeping in my bed.""Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I'm sure.""There's never been anyone in my bed but me."I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break!""I'm absolutely serious. I bag 'em on the couch. I don't let them in my room.""Then why am I allowed in your bed?"One corner of his mouth pulled up into an impish grin. "Are you planning on having sex with me tonight?""No!""That's why. Now get your cranky ass up, take your hot shower, and then we can study some Bio.”