A/N: If you recognize it, it's not mine.

Katie sighed as she swirled her pen around her paper. Class had never been so boring, and it didn't help that the idiot sitting next to her had fallen asleep and was currently drooling on the assignment that they were supposed to be working on a design for shop . She sighed again, louder this time and cast a glare in Travis's direction. He snorted and she brought her head down on the table in frustration. She turned her head to look at him. She had no idea why this dumbass was so popular and so well liked by girls. All she saw was a slacker who had tormented her since the first grade when he had filled her backpack with glitter.

She looked at her paper again, her little doodles covering the page. She eyed the first question and gave up in exasperation. She had to admit that shop was not her subject. This was Travis's expertise. She poked him. He didn't even notice. She shook him a little. He stirred and she thought maybe he had woken up, but he just went back to snoring.

Now that he was relaxed Katie couldn't help to admit that he was handsome. His face had smoothed now that he didn't have his ridiculous grin and his curly, brown hair was slightly ruffled. Katie knew that if he opened his eyes she would be met with the startling blue that the girls at her school fawned over. Nonetheless he was still the boy that pranked her without mercy and she could never look past that.

He moved and Katie quickly averted her gaze. If he caught her staring at him she would never hear the end of it. She could just imagine it "Finally! I got the great Katie Gardner to fall in love with me!". She shuddered. Like that was ever going to happen. When she saw that he was still asleep she raised her head. She knew she couldn't go back to doing her actual shop work, none of it made any sense to her. She eyed Travis's outstretched hand. She took out a black felt tip pen and uncapped it. She nudged him one more time to make sure he wouldn't wake up. She put the tip of the pen to his skin and-

Dammit.

I don't know what to draw.She took the pen away from his hand. Katie knew what Travis would do in this situation. He would probably draw a moustache and beard on her face and dicks all over her arms. But that was too vulgar. And too mean. Katie wasn't an asshole like Travis.

Fuck it, I'm just going to draw flowers.

She put the felt tip back to his skin and made a tiny circle. Around the circle she put several tiny petals and a stem. A daisy.Making sure he was still asleep, she started to draw more tiny flowers. Daisies and roses and daffodils started to populate the backside of his hand. Katie had completely focused on her tiny flowers and had entirely forgotten about shop, her assignment and most importantly-Travis.

She jumped when he stirred, and looked up at his face. his bright blue eyes were trained on the flowers she was doodling on his hand and then glancing at her now bright red face. he raised his eyebrow and broke into a grin.

"Aww, Katie-Kat! Is this your way of giving me flowers! I knew you loved me, but this is just adorable"

"WHAT! N-No! That isn't even close to what I was doing! I was, um…" Katie tried to think of a reasonable explanation. She decided of a slightly less sugary version of the truth(aka. minus the admiring of his facial structure).

"You were sleeping. I was bored. I knew that if I was sleeping-I never would- that you would draw male genitalia all over me, but I didn't want to stoop to your level."

Travis huffed."I am sure that's what it was." He answered with a cocky grin.

That's what it was.Katie told herself.

"Let's get back to work. I have no idea how to do any of the stuff on this worksheet and you are the only one with any kind of engineering knowledge."

Travis shot her a look. "Ok, why don't you do the write up, and I'll do the design."

"Sure."

Travis gave one last nod of affirmation and they both turned away from each other.

When the bell rang to end class Katie couldn't be happier. Although nothing happened for the rest of the class, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She couldn't blame Travis though, it was all coming from her side. She doubted he even cared about the flowers, or that he even batted an eye at the teasing-he was always like this. It was always like this with her to. Everytime he teased he she felt an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of the stomach and in her chest, like a swarm of bees flying around inside her. She didn't know why she was always so nervous talking to him and why she was so jittery afterward. She was supposed to be cool suave Katie who takes no shit from nobody(nobody being travis), but inside she was all bees anxiety. Compared to relaxed, easygoing, popular Travis, she was a mess.

Katie packed her bag and tried to leave the classroom as soon as possible, but the jam of people made it impossible to squish her way through. She decided just to wait impatiently behind the mob while they sorted themselves out. Travis walked up beside her and she braced herself for a continuation of the earlier conversation. The bees in her stomach started up again, but surprisingly, he didn't say anything. Katie turned to look at him. He was looking straight ahead, but turned his head to glance at her when he caught her looking at him. He turned away blushed and tried to push his way forward. Katie raised an eyebrow at him. 'Unusual behavior'she thought.

She glanced at his hand, the one she had drawn all over. She stifled a squeak. He had turned her small arrangement of flowers(there had only been five or so) into a full blown meadow. Tiny replicas of the flowers had been drawn around the existing ones, along with an arrangement of hearts and swirls. Katie snorted. Travis was just as weird and dorky as her, sometimes she just forgot that. It looked like valentine's day had thrown up over his arm, but that wasn't the only other thing that felt like throwing up. Katie noticed one other little detail he had missed before. On the stretch of skin between his knuckles was written in carefully crafted print (Travis didn't do cursive) were the words I love Katie.

A/N: I'll try to keep this short- I am not really sure about this story, I accidently made it longer than planned. (seriously, it is called 'that horribly long flower thingy' in my google docs) My heart is not really in it, but I think that if I had some encouragement I could find a way to complete it up nicely. Please favorite and follow, or better yet, write a review telling me if I should keep writing and what should happen next.

- skulls-surround-suns