After a sleepless night which she spent thinking over every decision she'd ever made in regards to her relationships with Jake and Travis, Natalie couldn't take it anymore. She needed to talk to Travis face-to-face. It was bad enough that their friendship was crippled from their breakup but now bringing Jake into it made her feel awful
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Late Sunday afternoon there was a knock at his door and he pulled himself off the couch, muting whatever mindless movie had been playing in the background, to went to answer the door. He was still wearing his pajama bottoms, a wrinkled white t-shirt, and scruffy from not shaving since Friday morning. Though, he really didn't care much-
Or he wouldn't have if it hadn't been Natalie on the other side of the door.
And he had a pretty good idea why she was here.
"Natalie-" he said, offering her an uncomfortable and tight smile. "I definitely wasn't expecting you."
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"You should have," she shot back, her arms crossed defensively, unable to hide the anger in her tone. It wasn't necessarily all toward Travis. "You punched Jake in the face and you expect me not to come find out what you were thinking? "
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Travis should have expected her. In fact, he was surprised she didn't turn up sooner now that he really thought about it.
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"I don't get it Travis."
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Travis turned back to her, realizing just how close she was standing to him, that fierceness burning in her eyes. It was a look that would have him running for the hills when he was younger.
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"Blame me."
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But that was next to impossible when Natalie was looking up at him with those soft brown eyes of hers and he just melted.
"I'm not blaming you," he groaned, shaking his head. He wanted more than anything to reach out to her.
"A lot of shit happened. Jake cheated. Elley split. Amanda died and I was a royal ass- We all just fell apart."
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