Famous Last Words, Chap. 5
Famous Last Words; Chapter 5, previous
Travis/William, R
William believes that his boyfriend, Gabe, loves him but Gabe leaves him with bruises and scars he never wants. One day he meets Travis McCoy and it's up to Travis to teach William how to be really loved.
William’s POV
Travis’ clothes are way too big on me. I’ve always been naturally skinny and Travis’ clothes overwhelm me, but I find a certain comfort in that. In Travis’ clothes, I feel like nothing can get me. His shirt sags off my shoulder and I pull it up, not wanting him to see the ugly bruise there. And the boxers, they’re slipping off my hips, but if I keep the shirt down and cover them, I won’t be exposed. I look down at my legs, glad they’re not as hideous as the rest of my body. Gabe always said he loved my legs, and I think that’s why he tries not to hurt them.
“We’re going to have to buy you some clothes,” Travis says and I shake my head. I can’t let Travis do that; I’m fine wearing the clothes I have. It’s generous enough of Travis to allow me to stay at his house while I get better, but it would be too much if I let him buy me new clothes. “I don’t need new clothes Travis. I’ll keep wearing the ones I have,” I say and Travis sighs, shaking his head.
“They’re old William, and you can’t keep wearing them over and over again,” Travis says and I bite my lower lip. I have a feeling that Travis is the type of person who’s stubbornly persistent; he won’t take no for an answer.
“If you buy me clothes, you have to promise that I can pay you back. I’m going to pay you back.” I’m going to pay Travis back no matter what. I don’t have money; I used to get it from Gabe and I never got paid for working at his club. I have little skills and I never went to college, but no matter what, I’m going to pay Travis back. Travis shakes his head again, ready to protest, and then he just nods. Even if Travis told me I didn’t have to pay him back, I would anyways, and I would force the money on him.
“When your clothes are dry, we’ll go to the mall, or something,” he says and I nod, getting a little nervous. I have no idea why I’m getting nervous now. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid that we might run into Gabe, or one of his friends; they’re all sure to know that I’m missing and probably keeping their eyes open for me. I think lightly on how Adam, Ryan, and Mike are doing and I worry that Gabe - that Gabe might have taken his frustrations out on them. He’s done it before; Mike was in the hospital for a week because he ‘accidentally’ fell down the stairs; Gabe ‘accidentally’ raped Ryan one night; Adam ‘accidentally’ had his eye punched shut. Gabe just doesn’t hurt me, he hurts everyone around him. Gabe took most of us who work in the Tom Tom Club off the streets and gave us jobs, found us a place to live (we all live in the same apartment complex), and now we owe him our lives. We don’t leave Gabe because we owe our lives to him and there’s no way of escape.
“William?” Travis says and I shake my head lightly, snapping away from my thoughts. I look at him and he’s smiling at me and I can’t help but smile back. Travis doesn’t smile at me like most people do - he smiles at me like he means it, not like he wants to use me or hurt me. “Do you want to go downstairs and watch some TV, get something to eat?” Travis asks and I nod my head, feeling my stomach rumble. I’m not used to getting meals three times a day. Gabe never starved me, but I worked so hard sometimes I would forget to eat.
I move forward and Travis wraps his arm around my waist to help me walk. I hate being so incredibly weak; I feel like I’m a burden to Travis and the rest of his family. “I’m sorry about this,” I say and Travis only shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, you never asked for this,” he says and Travis doesn’t know how wrong he is. I’ve asked for this; I’m the one who made Gabe so mad.
When we get downstairs, Travis situates me on the couch even though I protest. “I can get my own breakfeast; you sit down and I’ll get yours too.” Travis doesn’t respond but gently pushes me onto the couch, fluffing the pillows up behind me. I glare at him but he ignores it, disappearing into the kitchen.
I’m glad for all of Travis’ generosity and hospitality, but I can do things; he doesn’t need to pamper me. This isn’t the hardest Gabe has ever hurt me before, and when he did hurt me severely, I did everything. I didn’t have a choice, but I did it anyways.
Travis comes back a minute or two later, carrying two bowls. He puts one down on the coffee table and still holds the other one; I think that one is for me.
“Do you like Captain Crunch?”
“Is it Berries?”
Travis nods his head and I reach up to take the bowl. He laughs before handing me the bowl and I smile because this is my favorite cereal; none of that Peanut Butter stuff for me. Peanut Butter is okay, but it better stay the hell away from my cereal. Travis sits down beside me, picks up his own bowl, and turns on the TV. The news is on, talking about a recent murder in DC, and Travis flips it over to cartoons. I haven’t watched cartoons in a really long time; I guess I’ve unfortunately grown up.
I’m not sure of how long we sit there for, but I’ve long finished my cereal and the Saturday morning cartoons are getting a bit boring now, not necessarily that they’ve gotten old, it’s just they always play the bad cartoons last and we’re heading into the bad cartoons. There’s a loud beep and I’ve been so laid back and calm that I jump and almost spill the bowl of milk all over the couch and myself. Travis grins at me before he stands up and I watch as he stretches and then picks up his bowl. “Your clothes are dry, I’ll just put these in the sink and then we’ll get going,” Travis says and I swallow and weakly nod my head.
Damn it, I don’t want to be nervous, or afraid to go out, but I don’t want to run into anyone I know. I know one day soon I have to go back to Gabe, even if Travis doesn’t want me to, and when I go back, it’s best for no one to know I was with Travis while I was gone; Gabe would probably send someone to hurt him if he knew I had been here. Travis has been so sweet to me and I don’t know what I would do if I knew he got hurt because of me. Travis picks the bowl up from my lap and disappears into the kitchen. He comes back out, goes into the laundry room, and returns with my clothes. I look at them gloomily and force myself to smile; Travis can’t worry about how I’m feeling. I’m sure nothing will happen, nothing can happen.
Travis’ POV
There’s something wrong, I can tell, but I’m not going to say anything incase I upset William more then he’s upset already. I had him his clothes and then help him make it into the small bathroom we have downstairs. It takes him ten minutes to get dressed, but I know he can’t help it, not the way his body hurts with every twist and turn he makes; I have to remember to make a doctor’s appointment for him.
It sucks that I don’t have a car and we have to take the bus. William laughs when I tell him this and just leans against my side because he can’t hold himself up without anything supporting his weight and there’s nothing at the bus stop, except for me, that he can balance against. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” William says against my side quietly and I look down at his face. William looks nervous, and I can see a bit of sadness reflecting in his eyes.
“You need clothes,” I say and William shakes his head and watches the cars zoom by; he won’t meet my eyes. “I mean - you don’t have to, you don’t have to keep me at your house and take care of me,” William says and he bites his lower lip; his hair falls into his face and into his eyes. I wish he would just stop protesting and let me take care of him. I have to do this. I couldn’t just leave William there; I couldn’t have left that apartment knowing that Gabe was beating him and raping him.
“William,” I say and he tilts his head to look at me, “I couldn’t have just left you there, knowing fully well how Gabe hurt you.” William looks away from me and shakes his head. He knows I’m telling the truth; I could have never left him with Gabe, it was a stupid idea on my part to bring William back to Gabe in the first place. I don’t know why I was so stupid; I knew Gabe was going to do something. I wonder, what would have happened to William if I had just left? Would he still be a living, moving, creature, or would he be rotting in a dumpster somewhere? Would Gabe have forgiven him, or would Gabe attack him every chance he got? I shutter at just the thought, happy that I had heard William’s scream; happy that someone, or something, had slapped some sense into me.
“You don’t understand,” William says slowly and I can see the bus turning the corner now, “no matter what, I’ll have to return to Gabe; I can’t hide from him forever.” Before I can reply the bus has stopped in front of us and William leaves my side and starts up the stairs. I follow after him and place my hand on his back to help him steady himself. I pay our fair and William moves down the aisle and for some reason he picks a seat in the very back even though he’s struggling to get there. But he makes it and sits down and I sit down next to him. William is looking around cautiously, and I can tell that he’s scared. I reach over and grab his hand, holding it tight. William looks down at our hands, and then to my face. He gives me a happy little smile and relaxes a little.
The whole trip I hold onto William’s hand and he squeezes back while he looks out the window. I don’t know if William likes Northern Virginia; it’s nothing like DC. Around here, nothing much happens. Occasionally there’s an accident on one of the main roads, but that’s all. I hate it here; one day when I know my mother and little brother will be okay, I want to move to a big city. New York, or Chicago, I don’t know; just anywhere big where no one ever sleeps and the city is always buzzing.
We get off at the mall and William is still holding my hand. This mall is small compared to others, and if we had ridden for twenty more minutes we would have made it to a bigger one, but I think William will feel safer here. We go inside and William lets go of my hand, I can’t help but feel weird without it in my grasp, but he doesn’t move far from my side. The more he moves around, the more William’s getting used to the pain and I don’t think he’ll need my help much anymore. I watch as William’s eyes look around in amazement, and then he turns his head to look at me.
“I haven’t been in a mall since I was like, twelve,” he says and I look at him in shock. Where did he go to get his clothes then? By the look of William clothes, I know he didn’t get them in a Wal*Mart or a Target. “Gabe used to take me to New York on shopping sprees,” William says with a bit of sadness in his eyes and then it disappears. “Are you sure you want to spend your money on me? I’m perfectly-”
“You’re getting new clothes, no matter what. You know you can’t keep wearing those clothes or mine,” I say and William opens his mouth to protest but I gently push his jaw up and close his mouth. “Now, where do you want to go first?” I ask and William looks around and then shrugs his shoulders. It slipped my mind that William hasn’t been in a mall for a while. “We’ll start at the top and work our way down,” I say and William nods his head. He wraps his arms around my arm and we start towards the escalators.
William’s POV
I feel a bit giddy about being in a mall. Seriously, I haven’t been in one since I was a kid and I didn’t have anything to worry about. I hold to Travis’ arm, feeling a bit safer. I don’t know why I’m panicking; no one Gabe knows would go shop in a mall or come this far down south. We go up the escalators and I look around, not knowing what any of these stores are. I look around nervously and then Travis clears his throat and points to a store. “Why don’t we look in there? I’m sure they have some pants you can try on,” he says and I nod my head, letting Travis lead the way.
The store’s decorated in red and white, but it’s not over the top and the people in here smile nicely. I look around at the clothes, and the clothes are pretty nice looking, and I can’t help but smile in anticipation. As much as I hate to admit it, I like to go shopping. Shopping lets my mind wonder and I don’t have to think about the darker things in my life. I look around and then my eyes land on a pair of jeans in the ‘tall’ section. Hopefully, these clothes will fit me. I’ve always been skinny and tall, and I’ve always had trouble finding clothes to fit me. I let go of Travis’ arm and head over to the pants. I only need one pair of pants, and a couple of shirts, and I’ll be ready to go. I look at the price tag and sigh in relief when I see that they’re half off; no way would I allow Travis to buy me pants that cost thirty dollars.
I find a pair in my size, and then turn to find Travis, but he isn’t there. Panic starts to boil in the middle of my stomach because I don’t know where he is and I have no clue where I am. He wouldn’t just leave me here, would he? Travis doesn’t seem like the type of person who would just abandon someone, especially not with the conversation we had before we got here. Oh God, where could he have gotten -
“William,” Travis says and I spin around slowly to see him holding two shirts, one in white and the other in black, “I thought you might like these.” I take a deep breath and try to calm my beating heart; I know Travis would never abandon me. He holds up the shirts and I have to admit I like them, they’re plain but they’re very nice and I smile. Travis hands them to me and I take them, and then look around for the dressing room.
“I’m going to go try them on,” I say and Travis nods his head. One of the sales girls opens the dressing room for me and I go in, feeling a bit cautious and scared. I really don’t want to get changed, but I never know with clothes so I have to try them on. It takes me a long time to get my jeans off and then the new pair on and I feel awful for making Travis stand outside and wait. But the jeans fit and then I try on the two shirts; they fit too and I feel glad that I was able to get this over and done with. This is the only store we’re going to; Travis is not spending unessciary amounts of money on me. It takes even longer to get my old clothes off and I fold the new clothes neatly before exiting the dressing room. Travis is leaning against a wall looking bored and I can’t help but feel bad.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” I say and Travis just shakes his head and takes the clothes I’m holding. “They fit?” He asks and I nod my head. Travis nods his head and then heads over to the register. I feel fucking awful having Travis buy these clothes from me. Somehow, when I get back to Gabe, I’ll send Travis the money and a very nice thank you card to thank him for all of his generosity. Travis comes back and hands me the bag, and when I turn around I see the last person I’m expecting to see here.
Ryan.
He’s standing there next to one of the newcomers to the club, Spencer, and when I look closely I can see that he has a gigantic bruise hidden underneath all the makeup; I almost drop the bag. “William, what’s wrong?” Travis asks and then he looks to Ryan. “Do you know him?” I can’t even reply because I’m trying to hold back my tears; I know the only reason Ryan has that bruise is because of me.
I'm going to see Fall Out Boy and Gym Class Heroes on The Young Wild Things Tour. Doors open at 5:30 and the show starts at 7, does anyone have any idea what time I should arrive at? I get to see them Nov. 11th!
Travis/William, R
William believes that his boyfriend, Gabe, loves him but Gabe leaves him with bruises and scars he never wants. One day he meets Travis McCoy and it's up to Travis to teach William how to be really loved.
William’s POV
Travis’ clothes are way too big on me. I’ve always been naturally skinny and Travis’ clothes overwhelm me, but I find a certain comfort in that. In Travis’ clothes, I feel like nothing can get me. His shirt sags off my shoulder and I pull it up, not wanting him to see the ugly bruise there. And the boxers, they’re slipping off my hips, but if I keep the shirt down and cover them, I won’t be exposed. I look down at my legs, glad they’re not as hideous as the rest of my body. Gabe always said he loved my legs, and I think that’s why he tries not to hurt them.
“We’re going to have to buy you some clothes,” Travis says and I shake my head. I can’t let Travis do that; I’m fine wearing the clothes I have. It’s generous enough of Travis to allow me to stay at his house while I get better, but it would be too much if I let him buy me new clothes. “I don’t need new clothes Travis. I’ll keep wearing the ones I have,” I say and Travis sighs, shaking his head.
“They’re old William, and you can’t keep wearing them over and over again,” Travis says and I bite my lower lip. I have a feeling that Travis is the type of person who’s stubbornly persistent; he won’t take no for an answer.
“If you buy me clothes, you have to promise that I can pay you back. I’m going to pay you back.” I’m going to pay Travis back no matter what. I don’t have money; I used to get it from Gabe and I never got paid for working at his club. I have little skills and I never went to college, but no matter what, I’m going to pay Travis back. Travis shakes his head again, ready to protest, and then he just nods. Even if Travis told me I didn’t have to pay him back, I would anyways, and I would force the money on him.
“When your clothes are dry, we’ll go to the mall, or something,” he says and I nod, getting a little nervous. I have no idea why I’m getting nervous now. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid that we might run into Gabe, or one of his friends; they’re all sure to know that I’m missing and probably keeping their eyes open for me. I think lightly on how Adam, Ryan, and Mike are doing and I worry that Gabe - that Gabe might have taken his frustrations out on them. He’s done it before; Mike was in the hospital for a week because he ‘accidentally’ fell down the stairs; Gabe ‘accidentally’ raped Ryan one night; Adam ‘accidentally’ had his eye punched shut. Gabe just doesn’t hurt me, he hurts everyone around him. Gabe took most of us who work in the Tom Tom Club off the streets and gave us jobs, found us a place to live (we all live in the same apartment complex), and now we owe him our lives. We don’t leave Gabe because we owe our lives to him and there’s no way of escape.
“William?” Travis says and I shake my head lightly, snapping away from my thoughts. I look at him and he’s smiling at me and I can’t help but smile back. Travis doesn’t smile at me like most people do - he smiles at me like he means it, not like he wants to use me or hurt me. “Do you want to go downstairs and watch some TV, get something to eat?” Travis asks and I nod my head, feeling my stomach rumble. I’m not used to getting meals three times a day. Gabe never starved me, but I worked so hard sometimes I would forget to eat.
I move forward and Travis wraps his arm around my waist to help me walk. I hate being so incredibly weak; I feel like I’m a burden to Travis and the rest of his family. “I’m sorry about this,” I say and Travis only shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry, you never asked for this,” he says and Travis doesn’t know how wrong he is. I’ve asked for this; I’m the one who made Gabe so mad.
When we get downstairs, Travis situates me on the couch even though I protest. “I can get my own breakfeast; you sit down and I’ll get yours too.” Travis doesn’t respond but gently pushes me onto the couch, fluffing the pillows up behind me. I glare at him but he ignores it, disappearing into the kitchen.
I’m glad for all of Travis’ generosity and hospitality, but I can do things; he doesn’t need to pamper me. This isn’t the hardest Gabe has ever hurt me before, and when he did hurt me severely, I did everything. I didn’t have a choice, but I did it anyways.
Travis comes back a minute or two later, carrying two bowls. He puts one down on the coffee table and still holds the other one; I think that one is for me.
“Do you like Captain Crunch?”
“Is it Berries?”
Travis nods his head and I reach up to take the bowl. He laughs before handing me the bowl and I smile because this is my favorite cereal; none of that Peanut Butter stuff for me. Peanut Butter is okay, but it better stay the hell away from my cereal. Travis sits down beside me, picks up his own bowl, and turns on the TV. The news is on, talking about a recent murder in DC, and Travis flips it over to cartoons. I haven’t watched cartoons in a really long time; I guess I’ve unfortunately grown up.
I’m not sure of how long we sit there for, but I’ve long finished my cereal and the Saturday morning cartoons are getting a bit boring now, not necessarily that they’ve gotten old, it’s just they always play the bad cartoons last and we’re heading into the bad cartoons. There’s a loud beep and I’ve been so laid back and calm that I jump and almost spill the bowl of milk all over the couch and myself. Travis grins at me before he stands up and I watch as he stretches and then picks up his bowl. “Your clothes are dry, I’ll just put these in the sink and then we’ll get going,” Travis says and I swallow and weakly nod my head.
Damn it, I don’t want to be nervous, or afraid to go out, but I don’t want to run into anyone I know. I know one day soon I have to go back to Gabe, even if Travis doesn’t want me to, and when I go back, it’s best for no one to know I was with Travis while I was gone; Gabe would probably send someone to hurt him if he knew I had been here. Travis has been so sweet to me and I don’t know what I would do if I knew he got hurt because of me. Travis picks the bowl up from my lap and disappears into the kitchen. He comes back out, goes into the laundry room, and returns with my clothes. I look at them gloomily and force myself to smile; Travis can’t worry about how I’m feeling. I’m sure nothing will happen, nothing can happen.
Travis’ POV
There’s something wrong, I can tell, but I’m not going to say anything incase I upset William more then he’s upset already. I had him his clothes and then help him make it into the small bathroom we have downstairs. It takes him ten minutes to get dressed, but I know he can’t help it, not the way his body hurts with every twist and turn he makes; I have to remember to make a doctor’s appointment for him.
It sucks that I don’t have a car and we have to take the bus. William laughs when I tell him this and just leans against my side because he can’t hold himself up without anything supporting his weight and there’s nothing at the bus stop, except for me, that he can balance against. “You know, you don’t have to do this,” William says against my side quietly and I look down at his face. William looks nervous, and I can see a bit of sadness reflecting in his eyes.
“You need clothes,” I say and William shakes his head and watches the cars zoom by; he won’t meet my eyes. “I mean - you don’t have to, you don’t have to keep me at your house and take care of me,” William says and he bites his lower lip; his hair falls into his face and into his eyes. I wish he would just stop protesting and let me take care of him. I have to do this. I couldn’t just leave William there; I couldn’t have left that apartment knowing that Gabe was beating him and raping him.
“William,” I say and he tilts his head to look at me, “I couldn’t have just left you there, knowing fully well how Gabe hurt you.” William looks away from me and shakes his head. He knows I’m telling the truth; I could have never left him with Gabe, it was a stupid idea on my part to bring William back to Gabe in the first place. I don’t know why I was so stupid; I knew Gabe was going to do something. I wonder, what would have happened to William if I had just left? Would he still be a living, moving, creature, or would he be rotting in a dumpster somewhere? Would Gabe have forgiven him, or would Gabe attack him every chance he got? I shutter at just the thought, happy that I had heard William’s scream; happy that someone, or something, had slapped some sense into me.
“You don’t understand,” William says slowly and I can see the bus turning the corner now, “no matter what, I’ll have to return to Gabe; I can’t hide from him forever.” Before I can reply the bus has stopped in front of us and William leaves my side and starts up the stairs. I follow after him and place my hand on his back to help him steady himself. I pay our fair and William moves down the aisle and for some reason he picks a seat in the very back even though he’s struggling to get there. But he makes it and sits down and I sit down next to him. William is looking around cautiously, and I can tell that he’s scared. I reach over and grab his hand, holding it tight. William looks down at our hands, and then to my face. He gives me a happy little smile and relaxes a little.
The whole trip I hold onto William’s hand and he squeezes back while he looks out the window. I don’t know if William likes Northern Virginia; it’s nothing like DC. Around here, nothing much happens. Occasionally there’s an accident on one of the main roads, but that’s all. I hate it here; one day when I know my mother and little brother will be okay, I want to move to a big city. New York, or Chicago, I don’t know; just anywhere big where no one ever sleeps and the city is always buzzing.
We get off at the mall and William is still holding my hand. This mall is small compared to others, and if we had ridden for twenty more minutes we would have made it to a bigger one, but I think William will feel safer here. We go inside and William lets go of my hand, I can’t help but feel weird without it in my grasp, but he doesn’t move far from my side. The more he moves around, the more William’s getting used to the pain and I don’t think he’ll need my help much anymore. I watch as William’s eyes look around in amazement, and then he turns his head to look at me.
“I haven’t been in a mall since I was like, twelve,” he says and I look at him in shock. Where did he go to get his clothes then? By the look of William clothes, I know he didn’t get them in a Wal*Mart or a Target. “Gabe used to take me to New York on shopping sprees,” William says with a bit of sadness in his eyes and then it disappears. “Are you sure you want to spend your money on me? I’m perfectly-”
“You’re getting new clothes, no matter what. You know you can’t keep wearing those clothes or mine,” I say and William opens his mouth to protest but I gently push his jaw up and close his mouth. “Now, where do you want to go first?” I ask and William looks around and then shrugs his shoulders. It slipped my mind that William hasn’t been in a mall for a while. “We’ll start at the top and work our way down,” I say and William nods his head. He wraps his arms around my arm and we start towards the escalators.
William’s POV
I feel a bit giddy about being in a mall. Seriously, I haven’t been in one since I was a kid and I didn’t have anything to worry about. I hold to Travis’ arm, feeling a bit safer. I don’t know why I’m panicking; no one Gabe knows would go shop in a mall or come this far down south. We go up the escalators and I look around, not knowing what any of these stores are. I look around nervously and then Travis clears his throat and points to a store. “Why don’t we look in there? I’m sure they have some pants you can try on,” he says and I nod my head, letting Travis lead the way.
The store’s decorated in red and white, but it’s not over the top and the people in here smile nicely. I look around at the clothes, and the clothes are pretty nice looking, and I can’t help but smile in anticipation. As much as I hate to admit it, I like to go shopping. Shopping lets my mind wonder and I don’t have to think about the darker things in my life. I look around and then my eyes land on a pair of jeans in the ‘tall’ section. Hopefully, these clothes will fit me. I’ve always been skinny and tall, and I’ve always had trouble finding clothes to fit me. I let go of Travis’ arm and head over to the pants. I only need one pair of pants, and a couple of shirts, and I’ll be ready to go. I look at the price tag and sigh in relief when I see that they’re half off; no way would I allow Travis to buy me pants that cost thirty dollars.
I find a pair in my size, and then turn to find Travis, but he isn’t there. Panic starts to boil in the middle of my stomach because I don’t know where he is and I have no clue where I am. He wouldn’t just leave me here, would he? Travis doesn’t seem like the type of person who would just abandon someone, especially not with the conversation we had before we got here. Oh God, where could he have gotten -
“William,” Travis says and I spin around slowly to see him holding two shirts, one in white and the other in black, “I thought you might like these.” I take a deep breath and try to calm my beating heart; I know Travis would never abandon me. He holds up the shirts and I have to admit I like them, they’re plain but they’re very nice and I smile. Travis hands them to me and I take them, and then look around for the dressing room.
“I’m going to go try them on,” I say and Travis nods his head. One of the sales girls opens the dressing room for me and I go in, feeling a bit cautious and scared. I really don’t want to get changed, but I never know with clothes so I have to try them on. It takes me a long time to get my jeans off and then the new pair on and I feel awful for making Travis stand outside and wait. But the jeans fit and then I try on the two shirts; they fit too and I feel glad that I was able to get this over and done with. This is the only store we’re going to; Travis is not spending unessciary amounts of money on me. It takes even longer to get my old clothes off and I fold the new clothes neatly before exiting the dressing room. Travis is leaning against a wall looking bored and I can’t help but feel bad.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” I say and Travis just shakes his head and takes the clothes I’m holding. “They fit?” He asks and I nod my head. Travis nods his head and then heads over to the register. I feel fucking awful having Travis buy these clothes from me. Somehow, when I get back to Gabe, I’ll send Travis the money and a very nice thank you card to thank him for all of his generosity. Travis comes back and hands me the bag, and when I turn around I see the last person I’m expecting to see here.
Ryan.
He’s standing there next to one of the newcomers to the club, Spencer, and when I look closely I can see that he has a gigantic bruise hidden underneath all the makeup; I almost drop the bag. “William, what’s wrong?” Travis asks and then he looks to Ryan. “Do you know him?” I can’t even reply because I’m trying to hold back my tears; I know the only reason Ryan has that bruise is because of me.
I'm going to see Fall Out Boy and Gym Class Heroes on The Young Wild Things Tour. Doors open at 5:30 and the show starts at 7, does anyone have any idea what time I should arrive at? I get to see them Nov. 11th!