TRAVIS
"Travis." I jumped back, taking a stance at the sound of someone calling my name as I walked into the kitchen for breakfast.
"Damn, you scared the living daylight out of me," I groaned, relaxing at the realization that I was just my mother. She was in her office clothes and I made the assumption she was about to leave. Her blonde hair was a very similar blonde shade with mine. It was cut into a neat bob around her face that gave her this professional look she fancied.
"I want to talk to you about something," she said, dipping a tea bag into her mug of hot water. She proceeded to sit on one of the counter seats.
"What about?" I asked, walking fully into the kitchen and towards the fridge. I took out things for a quick sandwich, deciding that I was in no mood for one of Jane's exp
