He suddenly gripped my arm and dragged me to his car. "Woah calm down!" I demanded. He threw me into the passenger seat, narrowing his gaze as I landed. "I said I'll drive you," he stated. He leaned over me to grab my seat belt, and I slightly nudged him away. "I think I'm capable of doing that," I said, grabbing the seatbelt myself. 

   'He sure is persistent' I thought. "So where do you wanna go?" He asked while looking at me in the eyes. "Wow, I barely noticed your eye color. It's pretty dark green," I whispered as I stared into his eyes. He cleared his throat, and his face slowly crept to a deep red. "What? Never heard a compliment before," I snapped. "Yes but... So, Where do you want me to drop you off?" he hesitantly asked. "Just take me back to the dorms," I answered. It took only three minutes until we got there. I unbuckled myself and started the walk to our room.

  "I'm sorry, but I'm busy the whole day," He mocked. I rolled my eyes while I was taking the keys to our room out. He clutched my hand and stuffed it back into my pocket. "I got it," he reasurred. When we reached our room, he took out his own pair of keys. He opened the door and smiled, " Liers first," I winced at his remark. I shuffled inside and went to my easel. I brought out a medium canvas and carefully placed it.

   "So are you really busy?" he mumbled, his light brown hair falling on his forehead. "Yeah?" I questioned myself. " Oh ok... You wouldn't mind if I play the piano?" he asked. I shook my head to signal a no. As I started to sketch my idea, he played a calming, sad tune. He inspired me to use dark blue paints, and I began to paint like a madman.

   We both stayed that way, him playing and me painting, for a long time. A knock at the door broke my trance of concentration. I sighed out of annoyance as I placed my brush down. I swung the door open, and a mailman stood before me. "I got a gift for uh... Theo Vincent Paris." He droned while giving me a pen and clipboard. I signed the bottom before grabbing a beautiful bundle of roses. 

   It came with a note, thinking it was my mom, I opened it. It read, ' Dear Theo, I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted you to be mine only. I'm sorry for everything, and I hope you and I can be together again. I will be going to your college soon.  Love, Travis.' I gasped for air as I felt my breath shortened. I-