so i'm in love with this guy from my work, travis. (or trav, or pookie, or hercules, but that's an in-joke i'm not inclined to share.) he recently started working here about a month or so ago, but i only got to know him about two weeks ago.

trav is actually the "brother" a woman i also work with - rocio - who told me about him long before he even got her. she's not really his sister; she's this twenty eight year old hispanic woman that can't drive (i took her home one night. she gave me a really cute card in response. "thank you for drive me home last night it was really spooky!!"), and she lives with travis' family in a seven-bedroom ESTATE because he has a special needs sister that her parents take care of.

anyway, not to be mean or anything, but travis was not anything that i expected. first of all, i expected him to be hispanic (because i thought rocio litterally WAS his sister; not simply someone he lived with that he was really close to) and really spoiled, considering the way she talked about him. she told me he was getting a job here because his car (a '84 camaro, red) needed premium gas and no one wanted to give him gas money for THAT. he just sounded like a brat. so anyway, he was getting a job in the Shoes department because rocio got him hook-ups. coo, i thought, it'll be fun to meet him.

cue two weeks later, where i meet this fabled brother. first of all, he's about the whitest kid ive ever seen (hes so pale that his tan smeared freckles all over his face and shoulders; cute!) and blond, and skinny and tall and just an overall lanky looking kind of guy. i was pretty unimpressed with him from the ten-second conversation i had with him and lauren, my then-friend at the time (now we're feuding, because she's a PSYCHOTIC bitch.) i mostly came over there in the first place because i was wondering who the hell she was flirting with.

anyway, one day i come into work a few weeks later when me and lauren were arguing, and i find him pacing around angerily in the break room. i walked up behind him, and feeling sympathetic, casually asked him if he wanted a hug. he got one, and from then on out, it was DESTINY.

i took him home that night because his camaro was in the shop for something wrong with the alternator. he got me lost on purpose, just so i could entertain him further. eventually we made it there but not without tons of confusion going the way home. then he got my number from lauren the next day, and called me and asked if i would pick him up from his private school, which was over twenty minutes away on the freeway, because he didnt want to take the bus (his car was still busted.) reluctantly, i agreed, but he called and told me i didnt have to because he felt bad. i think he was pretty surprised that i actually agreed.

he also called me when i was having a shitty day at work and asked me what was wrong. and contiously asked me to hang out. he kept telling me that we were going out, and i never knew when he was joking or not, so i kept agreeing half-jokingly. it was only on saturday evening when he grabbed me around the shoulders and held me despite protests that i knew he was serious.

haha, so i finally got him to admit his feelings, and ask me out, and from then on out it's been pretty fun. he distracts me from my job and i distract him from his, but we always have a good time. i think anyway. WHATEVEER.

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