Travis. The boy that bully's me for being gay. Ugh I hate him. But... do I? And does he really hate me? All along I kinda had these feelings about him. Are they more than just feelings of wanting to be friends? (Disclaimer this story is not about my life tho at parts it is reminiscent of it. I am not in an abusive household I am ok please don't worry this is just what came out of my head when I wrote this)