"Hey, this is Travis. Sorry I missed your call but I'll give you a shout when I get back. Not an actual shout because I care about my throat but, well, you know what I mean. See you later, alligator."

It was Travis's eighteenth birthday today. He'd almost forgotten about about that until Kyle had texted him and Hatton had called to sing to him. For a second or two, he almost forgot about the ring on his finger and the scar that had disappeared. He started to hurriedly tell both of his friends about that but abruptly stopped. He didn't want ( Read more... )

Travis couldn't stop touching the smooth skin around his neck. He'd been doing it ever since yesterday, ever since he'd slid the ring on his finger and felt the scar just vanish. Disappear. It was like he'd never had the operation to reattach his head to someone else's body. It was like he was all himself again. He was just Travis ( Read more... )

Travis had to be at the arcade shortly but there was a stop he had to make first. Ever since his visit to that shop yesterday, he'd been unable to think of anything but getting rid of his scar. The permanent fixture of something that made people stare, question and, back home, whisper. He wanted it gone ( Read more... )

Travis had been hoping to maybe go up to the roof or out onto the deck but apparently, it was raining ice. Okay, he didn't much mind winter but he was pretty much ready for it to be over and done with. After spending a week in perpetual sunshine, coming back to cold temperatures and freezing rain was not fun ( Read more... )

you did what?

That was Hatton's text to him after Travis had sort of kind of maybe admitted why he'd been so quiet this week. He'd woken up feeling a lot less antsy than the week prior so he figured talking to his friends again would be safe.

don't ask. island's crazy. believe me?

Hatton didn't answer for awhile. sorry for delay. just asked ( Read more... )

Last night, Travis had kissed more people in a few hours then he had in his previous decade and some change. He considered that a pretty damn good night. He'd been exhausted when he'd finally gone to his room but today, he'd woken up and felt exactly the same as he had before the party last night. He'd sighed and tried to go about his business ( Read more... )

Travis had tried cold showers, skateboarding on the cold boardwalk, and everything in between to get rid of the weird feelings that were bubbling up inside him. The cold shower just left him, well, cold and skateboarding on the cold boardwalk just meant his board ended up caked in leftover snow and his socks had gotten wet ( Read more... )

After his conversations yesterday, Travis had woken up feeling different. Lighter. Telling someone about the whole dying thing without the island making him was kind of...relieving. Like a burden had been taken off his shoulders. It was still weird to talk about it but he was glad he had ( Read more... )

"So, people know ( Read more... )