Travis Phelps has been in love with Sal Fisher ever since Sal came to Nockfell two years ago. He never stood a chance, and he knew it, so rather than try, he resorted to the only thing he could think of that would get him close to Sal- bullying him. That is, until Sal suffers from an accident, losing all of his memories. Travis chooses to redeem himself in the wake. This was his chance, after all. It was going to work. It had to, right? cross-posted on ao3.

People at Nockfell high have rumored that Travis Phelps was a homo, a fag. When A beating goes too far and a young mind breaks down in a unfair world, nobody could help him... Or so he thought. (all characters are owned by the portable moose company, credits to artist on first page, I do not know who you are but this is amazing artwork, and I do not claim it as my own.)

Travis Phelps hates Sally Face's guts. However- unwillingly so, mind you, has a dream about him. / Active / This is a first draft type of thing though, my more edited one is on A03 under the same user and name :-))

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.