Enemies (Travis Phelps x Reader)

Chapter 29

 Yeah, I'm running out of Travis pictures to put on here...So I think I'm rather just going to reuse some, or just not put anything there? Also! WHY ARE YOU GUYS SO NICE?! I ACTUALLY LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH (Sorry for the looong ass updates...My apologies...)

Y/N=Your name
L/N=Last name
F/C=Favorite color
F/F=Favorite food
F/S=Favorite subject
H/C=Hair color
H/L=Hair length
E/C=Eye color
S/C=Skin color
N/N=Nickname
F/A=Favorite animal

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Travis P.O.V

 Great God, I can't believe I'm actually "bonding" with Larry Johnson. It really doesn't make any sense how we can tolerate each other, but nevertheless, we're going suit shopping.

 In a way, it's awkward but nice. None of us has really brought up a conversation yet. It was actually pretty strange how he asked me to go, let me just- Replay it for you..?

 Larry walked towards me in the halls of the apartments. He had a side ways smile on his face, which made me confused. Was he high? Probably. It's not like I care though.

 "Travis! You little fag, you're going shopping for some suits with me!"He had his hands in his pockets. But the one thing that caught me off guard was; Why was he calling me the fag? Isn't he going to the dance with Sally Face?

 I quirked an eyebrow and crossed my arms. "And why the hell would I want to go with you-"Stopping not a mid sentence, he grabbed my wrist and dragged my to the elevator. "What are you doing?!"I asked hastily.

 Larry looked over at me. "We're going suit shopping, whether you like it, or not."He seemed to be staring me down, which made me a little bit nervous, but it's nothing I haven't been through before.

 Yeah, it was a weird experience...Nothing really I can say about it though, considering this is Larry we're talking about. He kinda makes me speechless.

 Once we got in a car to drive to the place we were going, the Satan music blared through my ears. Inside I was cringing and dying, forgiving the Lord to forgive me, but outside I was pretending to jam out to it. Though, not as much as Larry over here...

The music was filled with words that I couldn't understand. All it was, was just screaming with loud and intense music in the background. To my surprise, Larry knew all the words. I don't get how people can listen to this and not get a headache, because I feel one coming along already.

 Larry looked over at me and grinned. "You gonna join in or what?"He asked me while I was just clinging to my seat for life as he was speeding. I think I shook my head, but I couldn't really tell..."Aw, come on dude! Just try!"He pleaded. 

 Trying to not worsen my headache, I shrugged. I tried to find the beat of the song, which was rather easy. I thought it'd be harder, but I guess when you already have someone headbanging to the song, it's just evident.

 Little by little, I started to head-bang. You know when you can feel your brain shaking in your head? Yeah, that's what I was feeling right about now. It doesn't matter, as long as I'm pleasing Larry-

 Oh Jesus, I didn't mean it like that...I just meant that I didn't want to make him hate me more than he already does. It's not going to take much to piss him off. If he had the choice, he'd probably shove me out of the car as we speak.

 Luckily, thanks to his speeding, we were almost there. Which means I don't have to keep up with this "Head-Banging" for too much longer. 

 Right as we arrived, I took no time to get out of the car. It was nice to get out of there, considering I could actually breathe fresh air now, thanks to me not being in that car. I mean, maybe this could be the beginning of a good friendship? Towards Larry and I, not the car.

 I wouldn't mind that, if I'm being honest if you. Larry seems like a good guy. For God's sake, he's my best friends' boyfriend. I should get to know him more. Usually, I wouldn't say this, but thanks to Y/N, everything has been looking good for me.

 "Are you coming, Trav?"Larry popped my bubble of thoughts as he spoke. He's full of surprises today. First off calling me a fag, then now he's called me by my nickname? Whatever, at this point it doesn't matter. Larry is Larry and that is something that will never change.

 I slowly nod my head and run up to catch up with Larry. "What type of suit are you thinking of getting?"I ask, trying to make up a conversation.

 Larry shrugged. "I honestly have no clue, dude. That's why I dragged you along."He said truthfully. The funny thing is, is that he actually did drag me along. Aha, funny..."I think I want something casual, you dig? Like black and white?"

 "Yeah, I get it! I was thinking of getting myself a blue and white suit."I add in, sharing my opinion. To be frank with you, I don't think he'll care. I mean, maybe? My hopes for Larry is still rather low. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Forget about all that stuff with him and Y/N?

 Despite all of this going through my head, I look at Larry and he's smiling at me, nodding his head in agreement. I'm surprised at this, but what can I do? Just pretend that we're friends when we're most likely not? Yes, that's what I'm going to do.

 Soon enough, we find are suits and head back to the apartments. I'm rather happy that I got what I got. It's exactly what I wanted. A dark blue suit. It looks perfect on me, to say the least. I really hope that Y/N will like it.

 Walking up to my apartment, I take a deep breath and open the door. My mother- I mean, Mrs. L/N is there to greet my as always.

 "Hello Travis! How was shopping?"She asked politely. It's just so strange knowing that she's my actually mother. 

 "Mrs. L/N...I know your secret..."

 And here it comes, out of the bag. I'm finally going to tell her that I know what she's been hiding from Y/N and I...