Reboot (Katelyn X Robot! Travis) (Incomplete)

~Five~

 "He's going to watch Netflix with us." I shook my head and flicked Aphmau's head. I would have slapped her if she wasn't one of my closest friends. And if she was more athletic. 

 The doorbell rings. Aphmau gets up, but I pull her back down, glaring. She struggles, but I keep her pinned on the couch. "AH! Katelyn, you- ugh, aaaa~ You need to accept your- oof. FEELINGS!" The doorbell keept on ringing, and I got up and open the door. Travis was standing at the door, shirtless, with flannel pants. 

 "Why are you shirtless? Planning anything?" I asked suspiciously.

 "This is what I sleep in!" Travis defended.

 "You're planning on sleeping here, eh?"

 "Nah, just figured we'd be staying up late." I rolled my eyes. I could have just slammed the door in his face, and I don't know what made me let him in. 

 He sat on the couch, and I snuggle back up with Aphmau, trying to stay as far away from him as possible. He opens his mouth to speak when Aaron bursts through the door. "Rude." Travis commented. He has a piece of paper in his hands.

 "Aph-mau. I need you to come with me to my house. I need you to talk about why Gray Fullbuster is amazing." Aaron read robotically off the paper. Aphmau whipped out her phone and read off the notepad app. 

 "I don't know, Aaron. That could take all night." Aphmau read, more realistically then Aaron did. 

 "Could they make it any more obvious?" I asked Travis. He shook his head and raised his eyebrows. 

 "That is fine with me. Reach out your head for Aphmau to grab." Aaron responded. Aphmau facepalmed and groaned. After she pulled her hand away, she gave Aaron a nasty look. 

 "You weren't supposed to say that, you were supposed to do it!" She yelled.

 "Sorry babe, but even if we did the best performance in the history of staged interactions, they'd know it's fake."

 "Jus-" Aphmau started, but grabbed his hand and dragged him out. 

 "Good luck, man." Travis wished, doing a finger gun and winking. Aaron smiled and gave him a thumbs up. The door shut with a loud 'Thud.' After about thirty seconds of silence, Travis paused the T.V. and turned to me.

 "Katelyn, I'm gonna get straight to the point. I like you. A lot." He admitted, scooching a little closer. "I want to know how you feel."

 I moved a little closer as well, not knowing what made me do it. Travis always made me do things I didn't know the purpose for. "I-. I-" I started to tear up. 

 "Hey," Travis whispered, wrapping his arms around me.

 "Wanna take it slow. I want to see where this goes." I said, putting my hands on the back of his neck. 

 "Okay." He smiled ear-to-ear. "All I wanted was for you to give me a chance." He wipes my tears with his hands,  but hugs me again after he finished."

 "What do you like about me?" I asked. 

 "Well, other then your hot butt, you're strong, independent, sweet, caring, your laugh makes me feel butterflies, tough, not afraid to stand up for yourself, and I want to throw myself against a wall when you're sad." Travis replied, squeezing me tighter.

 "And you let me punch you all this time, so I guess that means something." I laughed.

 "What do you like about me?" Travis asked, repeating my question.

 "You see past my flaws. You liked me more then all the other girls. You could have just wanted to land a date with any girl and kept flirting, but you stopped and started chasing after me. You didn't give up. And you let me cry on your shoulder back in highschool." I replied."And,well, I didn't admit this before, but you're pretty cute." Travis smirked, letting the compliment go to his head. 

 "Can I do one thing before we start taking it slow?" I nod. He kissed me, deep and passionately, pinning me against the bottom of the couch. I keep my hands on the back of his neck and accept the kiss.  I didn't want to stop. But I did.

 "Can we do what you came here for?" I asked, still under Travis.

 "Netflix? And Chill?" Travis hoped. I laughed.

 "First sentence only, bud." Travis got off me and threw me the remote. My reaction time is pretty good, considering I do a lot of sports. I chose a show and snuggled up to him as we started watching.

 "I wonder how I even felt happy before a cute, blue-haired, beauty with an eight-pack that even I'm jealous of wandered into my life." (A/N, in my headcannons Katelyn is as tone as Aaron, considering the fact that she's the most athletic character and it makes sense.) 

When we finished the show a couple of weeks later, we watched a new one. And when we finished that, we watched another one.

 And Katelyn and Travis- The Netflix Buddies That Are Sort Of Dating (Title by Travis) was born.

 I play the video again. 

"Remember? It happened on this couch. This couch right here, remember?" Travis turns the camera towards his face again. "I really miss you." He did the kiss-the-camera-thing he did with the Dora the Explorer video. 

I realize TravBot probably needs to be unplugged when I get an idea. Still in my pajamas (A Beatles T-Shirt with black volleyball shorts) I rush downstairs, open the charging tube, and yank the charger out of TravBot. His eyes shift from green, to purple, to green, and when I see it has consciousness, I tell him the sentence I know will let Travis rest in peace happily in heaven, with my mother.

 But my mother is a different story.

 "TravBot, I'm going to find out why Travis died. You're a supercomputer genius, so you're going to help me."