Travis' POV:
As Larry watched me play I could feel a blush creeping up the back of my neck, almost like a heat-flash, my knees were getting weaker by the second but I just needed to finish this song.
He keeps looking at me, and he's so damn hot, I can't function right now. God, what do I do? This is disgusting. I can't with myself right now. This is honestly tearing me up inside.
Why do I want him so badly? Why can't I just get a nice girl? Maybe I like him because he has long hair like a girl? Maybe my brain is just fucking itself over.
"Girls are so hot." I blurt out after just stopping playing.
He bursts out laughing.
"Jesus fucking Christ Trav. You're killing me dude!" He laughs, wiping a tear from his eye and standing up. "That was, really pretty though. I expected you to be like shit..."
He's so close to me now. He smells like cigarettes and witch-hazel. Probably a different shampoo. But I love it. I love him. I love all of him. And if I wasn't such a pussy I would grab him by his soft long hair and kiss him like nobody ever had.
But I can't. Because I'm Travis.
"Sorry." I stutter out. Trying to keep myself together. Because I'm me. Nothing.
"Hey hey hey... woah. Are you okay man?" He looks down at me with his doe eyes, moles and freckles spotting his face, skin blemishes, imperfections. Id want to kiss every one of them.
My heart tugs itself. The truth.
"Um... no."
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Really short because I've been busy as FUCK.Im working on the next one, just decided to cut it in half for time!!!!!!
Anyways loves, enjoy gay crisis.
~bonemarrow
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