The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH6
I woke up in a hospital bed. I had bandages from my head to the end of my right foot. I couldn't see him but I heard darts being thrown. Then I heard, "Yes, I got you good! You have a broken leg, a broken jaw, four teeth missing, two black eyes, and six broken ribs!" He laughed.
I couldn't turn my head to look at him, but I replied, "How bad did the other guy get it?"
"He has a punctured lung, two broken ribs, two black eyes and two broken arms and a broken nose." I could feel him smiling.
Then I heard, "You know, we should do this more often. Every girl in school thinks I am an angel and you are a big bully picking on me all the time. I got all the candy and the flowers. Thanks for picking on someone smaller than you, oh and I got all the girls. You are too mean to have them as friends now."
"You don't eat candy." I said.
"I gave away the candy to the guys, boxes of it. They will be fat by the time you get out."
Travis rolled his wheelchair over to see my face. He smiled, "You did get one card though. Do you want me to read it to you? No, it don't matter, I'm going to read it anyway. Can you see the front? It's a cat and dog fighting." He opened it up, "It says Dear Steve, I am sorry for beating you into a bloody pulp. I will never hit you again. Love Travis."
I tried not to laugh, but I did anyway, and that made me hurt, "Travis, are you going to be in a wheelchair forever?"
He was silent for a couple of minutes, and then said, "Does it make a difference now? I mean, after all, I was using karate and you cheated. You don't have to apologize or feel guilty. I should have known you would cheat, you couldn't handle me in a fair fight anytime, so it don't matter."
My heart sank, "I am sorry anyway. I did not want to hit you, I was just trying to keep you away from me."
"Well, that plan didn't get you far now, did it? I'm in a wheelchair and you're in the hospital for at least a couple of years. Serves you right, but I forgive you."
I thought about that a minute, "Travis, neither of us would be here if you wouldn't have started it!"
He shot back, "You started gumball! Remember, you are the one that told everyone you didn't want to see me anymore! Never mind, I am leaving. I will talk to you in a few months when you can at least sit up, and when you can stop being a baby."
I could see the wheelchair back up to the door as he opened the door and went out. The door closed.
Then it opened again and a doctor came in, "Are you about ready to go home?"
I had seen the doctor before, "How long will I be here? Where do I know you from?"
He looked at me as if I had lost my mind, "You have talked to me since you got here three days ago. Are you okay? And who on earth put those bandages all over you?"
I knew I had been had. The doctor called the nurse in who started taking off the fake bandages. "Doctor, I checked on him not less than an hour ago, so someone came in here and did this."
She helped me sit up and took the bandages off my face, "Now you can talk normal. Did your friend do this?"
"Why don't I remember anything until now?" I asked.
"Well, you had a concussion and we kept you in the hospital for a couple of days to make sure you were alright. You do have a broken rib and a sprained ankle. Mostly, you have bruises all over. Your friend had a broken nose, a cracked rib, punctured lung, and many bruises. Maybe you boys shouldn't rough house so much." The nurse smiled, "Seriously, you two play too rough."
I sat there as the discharge nurse came in with a wheelchair. They took my blood pressure and heart readings then helped me into the chair. I objected, they insisted it was hospital policy. They rolled me out to my mom and several of the guys were with a standing and giggling Travis. I said nothing. I would get even for what he did, without hurting him.
Since we couldn't turn our bodies very well without hurting, mom put seatbelts on the both of us. She made us sit in the backseat. "I don't want either one of you trying to hit each other. They may have released you, Steven, but you are hardly well."
I sat quiet for most of the trip home while blabbermouth was nonstop talking about nothing important. I just wanted to get home, get a bath, and go to sleep in my bed, and I was going to lock the door.
First, I was hungry. I announced that to Mom and she pulled into the BK.
Travis gave me a dirty look, but mom gave my order, asking Travis if he wanted anything. Of course he didn't. When I started eating, he started telling me I was going to die of a million different diseases if I didn't change my ways, if he didn't do it to me first. I looked at him, "Shut up now. Let me eat in peace."
He said nothing about eating the rest of the way home.
Travis followed me up to my room. I undressed and got in the tub. I could hear him humming some tune I wasn't familiar with. Then he came and sat on the stool so he could see me. He titled his head, "You are going to tell them I can be with you now, right?"
Trying not to look at him because I didn't want to know if he was looking at you-know-what, I answered, "Yes."
He sighed, "Are you mad about the trick I played?"
"I'm not happy about it. I thought I crippled you forever."
"It's a good thing you didn't. I would have to kick your butt again." He giggled.
I looked up and started laughing, and saw that he was naked, "Why are you naked?"
"Well, if you were not too mad at me, I was going to take a bath with you." He grinned hopefully.
"Does that mean we are boyfriends or something, if I let you?" I asked.
He frowned, "We are boyfriends! I sure ain't a girl! If anyone will be the girl, it will be you. Right?"
I frowned, "I don't think so. How many other boyfriends do you have?"
He thought a minute or two and said, "Fourteen. Does that make you upset?"
"Well, who are your boyfriends?" I asked.
He frowned and named off all the boys in our class, then his dad, Mac and his grandfather and father."
I nodded, "Well, get in then, but don't get the water dirty!"
He slid in the water and looked at me, "I still think you are mad at me."
"I still think you are mad at me." I said in reply as I started washing.
"If you meant it when you said you love me, then I am not mad. But if you lied so I wouldn't beat you up more, then you're asking for more beatings."
I threw the washrag in his face, "I thought if you loved someone, you don't hit them?"
He started washing his upper body and answered, "Well, you don't, but you know how to piss me off. I promise I won't hit you again, even if you are lying to me. I have thought about it the last couple of days. I don't want you to like me over a girl. You like girls, but from what I can tell, no girl in our school is going to like you because you beat me up."
"I wonder where they got that idea?" I frowned.
He grinned, "That's not all. If I am going to be your best friend, that means I can cuddle you, and hug you and maybe sometimes kiss your cheek, or you mine... maybe we can take baths or showers together. Maybe I wouldn't be so pushy if I got attention more. I am almost eleven and you have a long way to go before you even act like twelve, even if you did have a birthday." He hesitated, "You said just about any time something touches that," He pointed to my dick, "That it is going to get big. Well, that means even if I accidentally touch it, that is going to happen and you are going to get mad and send me away again. So, if we are friends, you shouldn't get mad at me about that. What if we are playing and I touch it, or what if we are wrestling, I know you like to wrestle, what then?"
I just stared at him in disbelief as he continued, "And what if I did want to touch it? Or kiss you all over, including that.? Well? What if I wanted to lie on top of you or I was cold and I wanted you on top of me? That means I touched it, and you would be mad. See what I mean, Steve? One of us isn't thinking right."
I closed an eye and looked at him with the other, "Travis, you are using that brain of yours to make me feel like I am cheating by not letting you touch me whenever you want."
He smiled, "Maybe I am, but still it is true. Honestly, I just want to hold you and care about you, but if something happens, it does not mean you have to get mad at me or say you can't see me anymore."
Mom came in with clean towels and looked at us just as we started washing our own meat and veggies, "Are you both behaving?"
"I am just laying ground rules for being friends, Mrs. Spicer. I am not sure he is listening." Travis said to her.
"I see, Travis. Make sure you listen to his rules too." She smiled putting the towels on the closed toilet.
"I will, but if he is unreasonable, as he usually is, I'll call you for help, okay?" Travis smiled that angel smile.
She giggled, "You do that Travis, but I don't want either of you hitting each other anymore. That is my rule." Then she left me alone with Travis, the angel-demon of Granite Park.
He sat down and looked up at me rinsing my meat and veggies, "See, there you go. You said anytime it's touched it gets big and there you are touching it and you will blame me. See what I mean about being fair?"
I slid back down in the tub. I looked him directly in the eye, "I have rules too. You ready to listen?"
He frowned, "Well, you can say them, then we will discuss them if something is not right."
"The first rule is, if anything happens, at any time, you can't go blabbing it to anyone." I let that sink in a few minutes.
His nose twitched, "Well, who do I tell then, when you are not playing fair?"
"You tell me, and only me." I answered.
"I don't know. Sometimes I try to tell you things and you only listen to the big guys. I have a bachelor's degree, working on my masters, and they can't even remember their times tables. You would rather listen to them than me. So how are you going to change that?" He said with a not so happy face.
He was right of course; being smaller than David is, it was hard to take him serious, but he was, and he did have problems, and ideas just like the rest of us, "I am sorry for that. The next time that happens, get me away from everyone for a few minutes so you can tell me. If it has something to do with the guys, then I will tell them you have something important to say. If it is about us, you probably shouldn't be saying it in front of the guys anyway, so just wait until we are alone."
He grinned mischievously and said, "That's fair, go on."
"Rule two is simple; you never touch me there when we are not alone."
"What if we are wrestling or swimming and it's an accident?" He asked, "Didn't we just talk about that? You have to be fair Steve."
"Okay, Okay, but I mean just touching because you want to, or rubbing it with lotion and stuff like that."
He grinned a devilish smile, as if he'd just won some contest, which wasn't making me feel very in charge. "Okay." He answered too readily, without a protest, "What next?"
"Well, you mentioned kissing. I want it for hellos and goodbyes, things like that and only on the cheek." I sat up, proud of myself. Then I stood up to get out of the bath.
He sat in the tub as I started drying off. "Steve," he started, "I promise, when I am saying hello or goodbye, it will only be on the cheek."
Now I knew I was missing something in this conversation. I was trying to think back to remember what I said, and what he said. When we dried, we sat on my bed. After a few minutes of silence, because I was trying to think of how I should say the next part, he said, "Okay, tell me what else."
I kissed him on the forehead, "I have to ask you something because it is bugging me and I don't want you to lie to me."
"Okay."
"Don't you start crying or think I am being mean or anything." I explained.
He gave me the evil eye, "Go on!"
"Do you know what the word gay means?" I asked.
He smiled, "Duh! It's an old world term for happy, like in a festive mood."
"I didn't know that." I answered, "But what about what it means today?"
His smile left his face and he stood up and walked over to my model cars. He turned slowly and looked at me, "It means a guy that likes other guys."
I bit my lip before going on, "Do you like girls, Travis, or are you gay?" I knew I said it wrong as soon as it came out of my mouth.
He looked at me like he was going to hit me, but he didn't, "I do not like any girl at all! Are you nuts? You only think you like girls because you are always looking at naked pictures of them. Exactly where do you think you are going to stick your dick in them, smarty?"
Now I knew he was upset. Then he came over and reached under my mattress and pulled two of the magazines out, "Tell me where?" I was stunned.
"Where do you think babies come from?" He demanded to know.
I sat silent hoping he would cool down. Then he threw open the magazine and pointed to a series of pictures, "The guys stick it in their behind, and when they want to have a baby they put that junk on the girls belly button and it sinks in and makes a baby! That is why guys rub it on top of the girl, when they are finished putting it in their bum." He cooled down and pushed the magazine toward me. "And you know what, Steve? They play with dolls, and they wear silly clothes and they smell funny! Why, on earth, would I like any girl? How many girls do you like? I bet they are all in these magazines! In a magazine they are naked, you can't see the silly clothes, and you can't smell them."
He stunned me again with how smart he was to figure that out when we older guys had no idea.
He sat on the bed, "But I think you are gay, Steve. I think all of you are gay. And I think you all like big dicks and that's why you don't pay attention to me."
"Why do you say that, Travis?" I asked, not knowing any better.
"Because I know what you are really looking at in those magazines, what all you guys look at." He answered.
"What do you think we are looking at?" I grinned.
"You are looking at those big dicks. Every one of them is showing a big dick. You see the dick more than you see the girl. How gay is that Steve?"
Again, he stunned me.
"And you ask if I am gay? No, I am not gay. I don't go around looking at big giant dicks wishing mine was that big. I don't go hiding the big giant dicks under my bed, and I sure don't... Wait, you think because I wanted to see everyone's dick that time that I am gay? I had never seen anyone else's dick except Mac's and that don't count. I wasn't saying that I wanted any of them! That does not make me gay." He suddenly calmed and spoke quietly, "I am not gay. I don't like boys like that." Then he turned and looked at me, "I only love you. I only want you, and that does not make me gay!"
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