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Reader x Travis || Parkour

(A/N THIS IS MORE LIKE A FRIENDSHIP ONESHOTTT HEHEHE SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT PEOPLE! REALLY BUSY IN SCHOOL)

MORNING

It was early in the morning and you woke up, stretching out your arms. You felt your bones crack and felt relief. You jumped out of the bed and stepped onto the windowsill, jumping off. You landed on the road outside of the house.

"OOH PARKOUR!!!" A boy riding on a bike exclaimed, passing by. You laughed. "That was supposed to be a backflip, Nico," you said. "And don't know even try to do what I just did."

Nico, actually, was four years younger than you. Nico laughed and rode away. You started to run in the whole subdivision, listening to the music in your earphones plugged to your ears. You felt the cool morning breeze pass through, your cold sweat running down your neck as you ran.

This also came out as a training—because you're a varsity in school in running. Each day everything pretty seemed normal. But today wasn't.

It was just then when you didn't notice a very, high-tech phone in the middle of the road.

"HEY STOP!" A voice shouted. You didn't hear it cause you had your earphones on. And then—never too late...WELL ACTUALLY YOU SUDDENLY STOPPED CAUSE YOU THEN STEPPED ON THE PHONE. YEAH..BASICALLY IT IS TOO LATE. "No! My phone!"

You removed your earphones and saw the guy stomp towards you and pick up the pieces of the phone. You were shocked of what just happened. "Oh... I'm so so sorry!" You apologized.

"Yeah right," he huffed and glared at you. He stomped away.

Seriously? Early in the morning and I get to make someone mad at me? You thought miserably. You stopped training and went home, eating your breakfast and then heading straight upstairs.

"(Y/N)! WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR PLATE?" Your mom shouted downstairs.

"I'LL WASH THAT LATER!" You shouted back, throwing yourself back on bed. "What was that phone doing in the middle of the road anyway?" You rolled your eyes. That guy was crazy. How did his phone get there in the first place?

You shook your head and went to prepare for school. When you're done you jumped off the windowsill again. "(Y/N)! STOP DOING PARKOUR!" Your mom screamed from inside the house. She got so much annoyed whenever you did that. You ignored her and skateboarded along the road, heading to school. You looked around as you reached it.

Nothing had changed since then.

You stepped off your skateboard and picked it up.

"Um, miss? Can I ask some help?" A guy asked behind you. You turned around and was about to say yes—BUT YOUR WORLD JUST EXPLODED.

There, infront of you, was the guy you met earlier. The guy who yelled at you. And whose phone you broke completely.

"YOU AGAIN?!" The two of you shrieked at the same time. You stopped and groaned, stomping away.

*Travis' POV*

My day just got a lot more worse. That girl broke my phone. And now I'm stuck in the same school with her!

"AREN'T YOU GONNA HELP ME TO FIND MY CLASSROOM? I'M NEW HERE YOU KNOW!" I shouted. I saw her stop for a while, then walk back to me.

I stared at her, waiting for a response. She huffed. "Alright. Fine." She pulled me harshly. I let go of my hand from her.

"I don't like being touched," I told her.

"Pfft. Yeah right."

I rolled my eyes of what she answered. I really thought she was kind, cause she didn't react madly at me at all when I yelled at her. I wanted to apologize for that but—Yeah whatever.

"Where's your class?" She suddenly asked with a low and monotonously tone.

"Uh, Class 12-A," I said. I saw her roll her eyes. "What's wrong with star section?" I asked, being proud of myself.

Wait I shouldn't actually.

"Hate people in star section. Boring. Too much studying."

"I don't study at all."

"Yeah sure, you cheat don't you?"

"I don't," I snapped. "Well..I'm Travis by the way."

I looked at her and she didn't respond.

A dark haired boy who was probably around fourteen passed by and waved at her. "Hi (Y/N)," he smiled. The girl with me waved back.

"So you're (Y/N)?" I said. She nodded slightly and stopped by a door.

"Here we are," she said, then walking away.

"So you're just gonna leave me like that?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Whatever," she still walked away. "Besides, I'm technically late." She shouldered her backpack. I watched her as she turned left, until I saw her no more. I sighed and opened the door. Everyone looked at me as if I were popular.

I looked down to the floor and sat in the front, basically already having an idea of what I could answer to a teacher's question right now—and it means confidence.

AFTER CLASS

You walked out of the classroom and headed to your usual spot in the campus. You went there before you go back home. At the back of the school was a tall, ancient and dark ruins. The walls were perfectly fifteen feet tall, a few cracks crawling up across the wall.

The stairs were still the same, and you climbed up to the top of the wall and jumped.

"What are you doing there?" Someone asked. You suddenly lost your balance and proper position while in midair, and then, you landed on the ground, with your right foot spraining. You groaned in pain and glared immediately at him.

"S-sorry!" He said, running towards you as you sat in the ground. Travis crouched down next to you.

"Curse you Travis," you muttered.

"Oh really, I'm also sorry...for yelling at you a while ago," Travis sighed and unexpectedly massaged your feet.

"Never thought you have massaging skills." You laughed softly.

"It's the first time I hear you laugh."

You smiled. After a few minutes the sprain disappeared. "Thanks," you muttered. "Next time," he said, standing up as you stood up after him. "Lessen doing parkour."

"I do that several times and I don't get the sprain," you glared playfully. "But then you came and now I just had it."

"Oh, sorry, didn't know it's my fault."

"Yeah whatever," you laughed. The two of you walked back home as you had your skateboard tucked under your arm. "Anyway, what was the phone doing in the middle of the road this morning?" You asked suddenly, expecting for him to get mad at you. But he didn't and laughed.

"What's wrong?" You raised an eyebrow.

"It's because—I did parkour while using my phone. And yeah, it went flying and fell onto the ground." He laughed nervously and scratched his head.

"So it was already broken..." You stopped and stared at him.

"Look I'm really sorry!" He raised his hands in surrender. "It's...also my fault."

You suddenly laughed. "You really make faults."

The two of you laughed and shoved each other. At least you had found a new bestfriend.