36 parts Complete MatureTravis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight.
Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore.
THIS IS A VENT FIC. I DON'T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, MOST OF IT ARE OUR OWN EXPERIENCES AND THINGS WE HAVE GONE THROUGH AND EXPERIENCED. PLEASE DON'T MAKE FUN OF IT.
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