Snippet #2378019

Stephanie's mouth seemed to drop open at the sight of Travis taking his shirt off. As soon as she realized it though, it snapped shut and she looked away, cheeks painted red with embarrassment. Where did he get that six pack! Were her first thoughts as she was again tempted to take another glance towards the gorgeous boy. Though when she did, she was both relieved and somewhat annoyed that he was already oblivious to her, already concerned with taking care of Ollie.

Sometimes his relationship with the smaller boy could get on her nerves. It was like he acted as if he owed him something, and walked around like some sort of servant. She swore that every time she saw the two together, Travis was right at Ollie's side, always trying to please him. And yet with Dorian and herself, Travis was cold and distant. Why couldn't he be like he was with Ollie; with her? Perhaps this was some sort of sign, them getting stuck on the island. This was her chance to get closer to him.

Realizing that Travis wasn't paying attention to them any longer, she reluctantly turned back to Dorian. His nose was somewhat crooked, slanted slightly to the right, which caused her to grimace. "At least it stopped bleeding," she said somewhat sheepishly, trying to lessen any anger he might have been hiding. "Do you have any idea where we are?"