travis phelps x male reader

-mistakes-

Travis' pov:

shit. what's wrong with me?! i thought to myself as i just said yes to hanging out with some.. faggot! what would father think?! more importantly, what would God think?! i felt like i was going to scream, or punch him, or just break down. why did i say yes to hanging out with someone like him? he's not good for me. he makes me think like a queer. but i'm not a faggot. that's disgusting. but what if i am? i need to shut up! i'm not. i'm not a faggot. that's when i felt a light tap on my shoulder as i looked in front of me, y/n was tapping my shoulder as he spoke "you okay blondie?" shit. did i space off? "yeah. i'm fine," i said with a slight frown. he noticed of course, he barely looks away from me. why? "what's on your mind?" he said in a hushed voice. without a second thought i started talking, "i think i'm just stressed, you know? everything feels so overwhelming and it's just to much," i muttered out. i expected him to tell me 'whatever' and walk away from me. but he didn't. "well if you need, i could help you with some homework. and if you ever want, or need to get away from home, come by my place! i don't mind your company," he said in a stern statement. wait he listened?! why? and why did i tell him my feelings?! am i sick?! "well.. thanks or whatever," i said in a mumble. he shot me a big grin.

BRING BRING BRING!

the bell poured throughout the room, almost leaving my ears ringing. y/n got up quickly, "i'll see you after school Trav!" he said while running towards the cafeteria doors. i felt my face getting warm again, and my voice not being able to form a single word as i stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder. the way he said 'trav!' kept replying in my head. almost as if it was seeping though all the seams in my brain. my nose filled with a lavender smell and everything felt slow again. in a good way. everything seemed soft and collected. why am i feeling like this? i love this, but i can't help but question it. my breathe felt soft. everything felt surreal.

classes past by fast, i can't get that stupid fag out of my head. he's lingering on my thought as if i'm some queer! no way. no way am i gonna let some boy make me think like a faggot.
i looked around the crowded hallway, soon i found myself standing next to y/n's locker, looking at him. he nearly jumped a foot when he saw me. "you're jumpy," i said in a joking tone, he laughed and nodded. his laugh made me feel weird again. it made everything slow, and seem soft to the touch. "we should totally go to the lake!" he exclaimed. if it gets me away from home for a little while longer, and around him, sure. "whatever. sounds stupid, but fun," i said as he grabbed my arm, pulling me through the crowded hall and out the main doors. he didn't let go after that. his fingers were latched onto my inner elbow. i didn't mind, not one bit. until i looked around, people were looking. i immediately grabbed his wrist, shoving his hand off as i yelled "don't touch me, fag!"  i watched his eyes widen, he looked slightly surprised, and also a bit sad by this. now my stomach is doing flips, i felt like my body was rejecting me as my emotions in that moment were towering over me. he looked me dead in the eye, with a glare "call me that again and i'll smack you upside the head. come on, let's just go," he said in a stern tone, shoving his hands in his pockets as he quickly started walking to his car. i followed after him, keeping a bit of a distance as i spoke in a hushed voice, "i didn't want people to think i'm a homo. cause i ain't," he didn't even look at me, he nodded as he quickly got in the driver seat of his rundown Toyota.  i hesitated before getting in the passenger seat. what did i get myself into..