The guy was cruising around like god, as Aaron had mentioned years back. If he could only start going out of the Levion's circle, getting in Regionals, then Nationals... Be patient, they'd say. Fuck patience, he needed trophies. Trophies to fill G.Klo's room. To fill his complete soul. To fill his perfect life. Rachel was by his side, despite the fights. Jessi understood that. According to her, Traviz and Rachel nurtured a true love, sparkled by some emotion.
"Nate and I used to argue all the time, remember?" Jessi said, during a lunch where Rachel had successfully attempted to make pizza for The Crib's entire people. Traviz realized that it was time to make a serious proposal to that perfect girl, with the ring and stuff.
"'Used to'?" Nate poked Jessi, raising one eyebrow. "That's cute..."
"Rachel girl, my damn pretty world." Traviz sighed. "All I want is sing to yoou, 'cause my heart is like a ring, that's truue."
Rachel giggled. "Ooh, there he goes."
The JDP trio was loyal as hell. Thanks to them, Traviz was not acting like the nine-year-old kid that sometimes threatened to pop out of him. They were the 'chill out, man' pals.
"It's okay to be a kid, as long as you don't start crying 'round just because we didn't get the first place, dude," Dean once commented.
Traviz chuckled. "Dude, cut the crap, I don't cry, I rap."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Nigga, everything. I don't sob, I hop, I pour the sugar over the salt, I cook and reduce till the sauce is less hot, I switch the pot and I put it in reverse, whichever the tear Imma stir it with another verse, till my nerves can do no harm, till I'm calm enough to get on with the next plot, so gimme another shot, not from the bottle, why not from the heart, unless it's b-soda, if so, then excuse me 'cause bro, duty calls."
"What's with the early morning show, huh?" Nate asked after being woken up at four am by Traviz's loud singing.
"Gotta take people by surprise, ya know..."
"I don't like surprises, thanks."
"But you're paying the price for being so nice, Imma wake you up one more time, this is the new enterprise, get the fellas outta bed, no time for dreaming, we've got a beat to fill up the gaps, no no you can't skip the minutes, dance one by one, I can't believe they're still sleepy, should I ring the alarm, never mind Imma set a fire, well here's the towel, Imma take a shower."
"Seriously-"
"Imma fly like a fat flamingo 'cause no one gets the little hints of my new lingo-"
"Tiger-"
"Yeah I'm a Tiger, I'm a duck-"
"What-"
"That's why I'm the king of motherfucking luck."
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Rachel's birthday was on day 23 too. Perfect day. So Traviz had the perfect idea. To buy her the perfect present.
"A dog?" Nate asked. "Are you serious?"
"Yep."
"But you don't even like dogs. You like cats. I won't ever forget the day you brought a-"
"I know, I knoow, but Rachel loves dogs. She can't have it 'cause she lives in a condo, and they don't fucking allow-"
"So that's a no! You can't buy her-"
"Bro, I ain't asking for your permission, I'm asking for help! Help me find a dog!"
"Aaah, no thanks."
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
