The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
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The week passed by quickly with no major concerns, other than the fact that we had a lot of fun. During that week, everyone at school, including the girls that lived close by, received a list of foods, treats, and drinks Travis could have.
I had nothing on my mind until Travis and I were riding our bikes with Declan and David. David popped off with, "Where are you going to put all the gym equipment?"
He was talking to Travis, so I wasn't paying attention. Travis, on the other hand, was interested in something else, "You guys have to pedal and go a lot faster than this, or you will keep those flabby butts of yours." He turned to David, "I think they are putting it in Steve's family room, but I am not sure. That is up to his dad and mom and Mac."
Frustrated over Travis saying I had a flabby butt bothered me. I turned around, "All right smart ass, you lead the pace and we will keep up with you."
"Well okay then," He said, "But tell me when you need a break, because I don't think you guys can go very far."
The rest of us stopped and let Travis take the lead. We let him get a block ahead of us and laughed as we started after him. We laughed... and laughed... until we saw him as a speck on the horizon. I stopped and looked at the others, "How far do you think he is going?"
David shrugged, "He said he goes twenty miles out and twenty miles back on a bad day."
I looked at David, "You guys should have told me that before I said something." I started riding again, followed by the others.
We went at least twenty miles. Travis sat on a boulder at the side of the road. We finally got to the destination, and threw our bikes on the ground. We fell along side of them. We were completely worn out. We looked at Travis, who was smiling, as if nothing had happened. "You guys eat about 1800 calories a day and that is way too much. In the time it took you to get here, you burned about three hundred calories. You need to burn at least six hundred calories a day to maintain your weight, and to build muscles and lose that butt fat. You will have to lose a little more than that so you have muscle tone." We glared at him. He ignored it and smiled, "If we race back and you guys try your best you will lose weight. Now drink your water slow and walk around so you don't get cramps."
When I got home, I took my bike to the back yard, stripped, and showered off in the outside shower. Travis followed me and did the same, "You did really well, Steve. If we do this three times a week, the girls are going to be chasing you."
"They already chase me all over." I answered.
"I didn't mean in your dreams. I meant for real!" He replied.
I smacked his butt hard, then dried off and went into the house. I saw my dad and Mac sitting across from each other, talking. Mac grinned from ear to ear, "I bet Travis gave all of you a workout this morning!"
I looked at the clock; it was nine-thirty a.m. "Yes, he did that and more. He insulted us more than once; he is a genius at math and made us look stupid with facts and figures, and then, when we finally caught up with him to stop and rest, he was ready to ride back." I looked at Mac, "What are you doing here anyway?"
Dad stood up and hugged me. "Dad! I am naked!"
"Oh my, so you are!" He grinned and hugged me again. "Mac talked me into getting that flex thing you see on television for the family." He explained, "With Travis spending more and more time overnight, he would need some equipment, and it would be great for the family too. Mac is even going to help your mom and I lose some pounds."
Mac smiled, "Just a few, you both look pretty good already." He said.
I sneered at Mac as Travis came running in and grabbed me around the waist, "I am so proud of him Mac! He complained a tiny bit, but I think he loved it!"
Mom came around the corner smiling, "Oh, did you two put your clothes in the washroom? Never mind, it is alright." She turned to me, "Travis asked to spend the weekend, Steve. I thought you would like that, so I said it would be okay." She turned to Travis, "Will you mind sleeping with Steve this weekend. We won't be able to get a roll-away for his room until next week. Or you can sleep on the couch or a sleeping bag in his room, I suppose, but I want you comfortable."
"This is the first time I have got to spend the night; I can sleep in his bed. You won't mind will you Steve?"
"No, I guess I wouldn't, but everyone from school has a camp out this weekend. The coach and Mr. Taylor are taking us out for canoeing and swimming and archery and other stuff." I sighed, just knowing I was going to be stuck at home and miss being with my friends.
Travis said nothing, but ran up to my room. He came back down wearing a pair of my old shorts, which were still too big for him, but at least didn't fall off his round butt. I could tell he was upset. He turned to Mac, "Did you know about this?"
"Well, I heard something about it, but I thought you and your mom fixed it already." He stood up and went to the living room, pulling his cell phone out, "Let me call your mom Travis and see what is up."
My mom looked at me, "I am so sorry honey, I forgot all about the camp out. I should have remembered."
"Well, I should be able to go." Travis said, "Mom enrolled me this week. I was going to surprise everyone. I just didn't know about the camp out."
Suddenly, standing there naked, I felt like I was hit with a ton of bricks. Without me knowing anything, they had turned my house into a gym. They had made plans for my weekend, and they had a boy that still wet the bed sleeping with me. I sat down and was trying to hold back my tears, "I suppose Travis, you have high school planned out for me as well?"
He beamed a smile and he spoke excitedly, "Well, I have been working on it. We have several Magnet schools we can go to, but I was going to talk to you about it next year. It will depend on what grades we can get you in 7th and 8th grade, and based on that, we can pick the school!" He was gleaming.
My stomach turned, and before I could even move, a sickness fell on me, my gut wrenched and I puked right there on the carpet, just as Mac came through the front door. I wiped my mouth and ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door. I sat crying for who knows how long before Dad knocked on the door and came in. He saw the tears in my eyes, and sat on the edge of the bed, "Steve, are you sick?"
"No. Don't you see what he is doing? I feel like I can't even do anything I want to do anymore without him being right there. Everyone is so in love with that cute face, no one is paying attention to maybe what I want."
"Hey buddy, we thought this was what you wanted!" He said, pulling me up and hugging me, "You are the one that gave us that impression, not that little boy down there!"
"I do like him, I want him around. He is so smart Daddy, but he makes all these plans and never asks how I feel. No one asks me. It is as if he owns me. I am the last to know anything. Tristan warned me. He knew this was going to happen, and now I don't know what to do about it. I feel like I am suffocating."
I pulled away and looked at my father, "I really need help."
Dad thought for a few minutes, "Maybe we should have Tristan spend a couple of nights over here so you guys can talk it out."
The door flew open and Travis jumped on the bed excitedly, "I am going to the camp out with all of you!"
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