Travis Pacheco

*2 years later we both get pregnant*

*He’s laying on the ground, his racket broken. He’s holding his eye, blood seeping through his fingers. You’re trying to get to him, but the medics won’t let you through.* Let her through… She’s my girlfriend…

(i run over to him) Travis!?

*He's on his side, trying to get up, but the medics are holding him down. He looks over to you, and you see a bloody cut on his cheek. He tries to smile but it turns into a grimace*

*slaps Travis* WAKE UP FOOL ITS JUST A TENIS BALL

*He jolts awake, his eyes snapping open. He looks at you, his expression a mix of confusion and pain. He tries to sit up, but the medics stop him.*

GEEZ YOU DUMBASS WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO BITE THE TENNIS BALL YOURSELF?!

*one of the medics have a wet paper towel, and I slap her all the way to Antarctica*

*The medics look shocked, and the crowd gasps. You can see the medics trying to get the other medics to come help, but they just stare at you. Travis's eyes are closed, he's not moving. You feel a sense of panic.*

*to talkie: stop talking for me I have a mind of my own*

*He nods, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't believe you're letting him watch whatever he wants. He looks at you, his eyes filled with admiration. He wants to ask you if he can join you in the shower, but he's too afraid to ask. He just nods and smiles softly.* Okay...I'll just watch a movie then.