The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH1
David was the smallest in our class, even though he was the same age as the rest of us. Most of us thought he was a twerp, but then again, the biggest kid in the class, Tristan, took care of the twerp. There was nothing wrong with David, he just thought he belonged with the rest of us, and did his best to be menacing not only to the eleven boys in our class, but those in the 7th and 8th grades. We went to a Catholic school. David was involved with about everything we did, but he was always being obnoxious. Tristan was a good five-foot six inches, taller than any one. The rest of us were average sixth graders. Not trying to sound egotistical, there were two boys in the class that had the looks, Joey and myself.
Just a little prior to the beginning of the school year, on my own, I learned how to buck myself into a frenzy. I wasn't muscular enough to go all the way, so, most of the time, I dreamed of the girls in our class and rubbed on my pillow. That was not going to change. Nothing on earth could have prevented it. That morning, Tristan called and wanted to know if I could go riding with him and David. Joey was not able to go because he had to clean the garage. Mom said it was okay, so I saddled up my horse and waited for them. We lived in a new development called Granite Park. Each home had five acres of land, but it was not open range. We were right on the outskirts of the city limits and we would soon be annexed. When the development was made, city sewers were put in place because the developers knew it would happen within the next couple of years.
Most of our class lived there as well as other families from other schools. Most stayed with their own crowds and somehow there never was a fight between the groups. Although, it was usual for a new kid to get picked on by everyone. That brings in little Travis. The only child in his family, he was nine years old and, for all intent and purposes, had everything he wanted, including expensive clothes. Well, actually, he did, but some of them were pretty skimpy. That brings us to the end of summer. School would start in a couple of weeks and some of us, not me, were excited to go back. The girls would be wearing uniforms instead of shorts so there was nothing to look at. Just fantasies, so all of us that were prone to girls had to keep those fantasies the entire winter and hope for a better summer next year.
As we turned the corner out of the development, there was this little blond headed kid, completely tanned, wearing short-shorts and sandals standing next to a horse bigger than the ones we were riding. As we rode up closer Tristan spat out, "Ignore him. Lonny says the kid is queer bait." Well Tristan nor I or David knew what that meant, but we went along with it. As we neared him, I could see he instantly became frightened, his red puffy eyes became large, and he went to the front of his horse. "Don't even try to hurt me, Silver will kill you!" the kid exclaimed in fear.
That of course, made Tristan stop his horse. That was the wrong thing for the kid to say. David and I stopped behind Tristan. Tristan looked at the boy for a moment and grinned evilly, "So you have a killer horse, shrimp?"
The kid started balling, "Please don't hurt me!"
Tristan looked back at me. I am not sure why but he said, "Steve, what are we supposed to do?"
I looked at the kid, "Did you fall off your horse?"
"No sir. He threw a shoe and he is hurting," the boy cried, holding the muzzle of the horse. "I was walking him back home, and he just stopped walking."
I slid off my horse and lifted the bad leg. "Yes he did, I will pull it the rest of the way off, then he will walk home. You can ride with me and I will hold the reigns."
Then he became afraid, "You... you don't have to do that. I don't have any money. I have nothing you want; I didn't do anything to anyone. Why can't all of you just leave me alone?"
David looked at Tristan, "He is scared to death of us."
The boy was so afraid he wet himself right in front of the three of us. He grabbed the horse's neck and tried to hide his fear. Horses are not stupid. The gelding knew the boy was afraid of and started snorting and making aggressive motions. The boy had to let go of the horse's neck.
Tristan shrugged, "You get to take care of this one. I have my hands full with David."
David growled, "Shut up! I am not a baby!"
That made me smile and Tristan laugh. "We are not going to hurt you. We stopped to help you. What is your name?" I asked.
He peeked from behind the horse, "That is what everyone says."
I got in my saddlebag, pulled out my pliers, and pulled the shoe off the horse. "I wouldn't ride him until he gets new shoes."
Then the Hosea public school boys saw us. They were on foot and as soon as they saw the boy, they became aggressive. They ignored Tristan, David and I, and immediately went to the little boy and the biggest knocked him on the ground, "Wet your pants again sissy?"
Now I have no idea what got into me. The guy was in high school, bigger and tougher than me. I started to walk around the horse and I knew that I would kick the guy in the nuts and try to beat his head in. That little boy stood up as mad as a rabid dog. He pulled off his little red shorts and looked at me, "I'll take care of the coward if you keep the others away from me!"
Tristan looked at David, "Stay on your horse." When Tristan spoke like that, David obeyed without question. I looked at the little boy as if he were crazy, then I looked at the boy in high school. He suddenly started to back off. His gang started coming closer and Tristan and I stepped in front of them. Suddenly I heard a war cry and turned to see that little nine-year-old jump up on the high school boy, wrap his naked body around the older boy and commence to pound the hell out of him. Soon, the older boy fell to his knees. The little kid slid off and kicked the high school boy in the teeth. He would not stop until the older boy fell, face-first onto the ground. The little boy knelt and pulled the older boys head back by pulling his hair, "See what happens you coward when it's even? When you don't have your gang to pick on me?"
By this time, all ten of us realized several things. First, this was not a wimp little kid. Second, he was as fierce as any commando movie star we had ever seen. Third, he was tanned from his head to his toes; there were no tan lines -- at all! Lastly, but most importantly, when you could see the boy's whole body, this nine-year-old had a six-pack, even if his arms, legs and private parts looked normal. He was a roaring lion. He walked between Tristan and I and looked at the other boys who were just as startled as we were, "Not one of you can take me by yourselves! It takes all of you to hurt me. You are cowards."
Stepping through us again, he picked up his red shorts and hung them from the saddle horn. I went over to the boy on the ground and rolled him over. He had several teeth broken and was bleeding pretty badly. "Listen," I said to everyone, "We never have had fights here like this in the South-side. However, the next time you or anyone else picks on this kid as a group, you will have a war on your hands. You will not win."
The next thing I noticed, well we all noticed, the little boy didn't care one way or the other about standing there naked. He was more concerned about getting the blood off his body. He turned to a freshman I was familiar with, "Give me your shirt!" he demanded."
The boy took off his t-shirt and gave it to the little kid. He wiped the blood off, and then using the big t-shirt, he wrapped it around himself like a towel. He came back to the boy on the ground and me, and sat the boy up, "Can you stand up? Or do we call a doctor?"
He actually helped the bully up. Then a fast, red car turned the corner and slammed on the brakes. The driver side door lifted into the air. The car made our jaws drop. A man... boy... about the age of eighteen, jumped out and ran over to the little boy, "Oh my God Travis, are you alright?"
There was no mistaking who the older boy was. He was a champion weight lifter on his way to the Olympics. Every one of us knew that face and body. Mac Brody picked up Travis with one hand and held him. "Are any of these boys your friends?" Travis pointed to me. Then Mac Brody pulled his wallet out and tried to hand me a fifty-dollar bill, "Just take his horse to 234 Walnut please, this should cover your time."
I refused the money, even though Tristan would yell about it later, and I promised to take the horse back. As he put Travis in the car, we heard him scold the little boy, "You cannot go around beating kids up like that. When I tell your parents what you did you will be grounded, and where are your shorts?"
One of the high school boys went and helped his bloody friend, and looked at me while he passed, "I swear we will not bother him again. You had better know though, that others around here would. They don't like how he dresses, and they do not like that he is so smart. They definitely aren't going to like that a nine-year-old beat up a sophomore. Others are going to want to take him on."
As we rode back to Travis' house with the horse, we were in shock at what we had witnessed. Tristan finally said, "You know he wasn't afraid of any of us. He was afraid of the three of us." We were quiet for a couple of minutes more and Tristan said, "Steve, hello? Are you there?"
I looked up at him from my daze, "I have never seen anything like him. It was as if a little angel became a demon. Then in just a few seconds became an angel again."
Tristan gave me a strange grin then winked at David. David looked at me, "He was really cute either way though, don't you think?"
I thought that was obvious, so I ignored it, "Did you smell him? It wasn't like a perfume it was like something sweet, like leather but better and his hair was like the sun and his skin... the smell of his hair. I would have died out there for him and I wouldn't even know why."
We were silent the rest of the way and dismounted the horses. Tristan grabbed David and I before we walked up to the porch, "Listen, both of you. Steve, you are talking strange. I do not want you to say anything like that to anyone else." He turned to David, "You don't tell anyone what he just said. They will think bad... bad things." Then he looked at me, "I don't exactly know what happened back there to you or what you think you saw, but he is a little boy just like us, not an angel."
I know I frowned and pulled away and walked to the door. Travis' father answered the door, and invited us in. We accepted. He smiled, "You are the first friends Travis has made here."
The mother came in, "Oh boys, I was dying to meet you. Just call me Ann. Let me get you some iced tea. It will be hot out riding today. Travis always goes out early..." Her face saddened for just a moment then she perked up, "To stay out of the sun. I had him take a bath, he will be down shortly."
She disappeared into the kitchen and his father asked what happened, then what school we went too. Not like an interrogation, he was friendly and good, but like he wanted to know everything about us. We of course made the mistake of telling him.
Then he sighed, "I know he is a little young for you to have him hanging around." He hesitated, "But maybe a hello or a wave sometime would make him feel better about himself."
My mind reeled. I was not thinking. "He can hang with me or at my house anytime he wants. He can even go riding with us." As soon as I said it, I saw Tristan about sink into the floor. The father spoke, "That would be great Steve, but if he gets in your hair, just send him home."
Then, the naked little angel came walking down the stairs with a towel over his head, drying it. He must not have realized we were there because, when he reached the floor, he pulled the towel down and grinned when he saw the three of us. "Daddy, these are the boys I was trying to tell you about."
Then without warning, he came and sat in my lap, "I belong to you now."
His mother came in with a tray of glasses filled with iced tea, "Awe isn't that just precious?" She said smiling at us."
Tristan sat up and took a glass of tea, "Well, you know Travis, he cannot own you for you to be his."
"Why not?" Travis asked.
The father smiled, "What he means Son, is that you can be friends, but you do not own him and he does not own you."
The angel looked me in the eyes, "I did not say he owned me or I owned him. I said I belong to him now. That is my choice. If you cannot find any historical or legal reason, that I will want to see, why I can't belong to him ... until then, I will not change my mind."
Mac Brody came in from another room smiling, "I told you this would happen. Now they are going to fill him with pop and candy, Xbox and television and, before long, his dreams will die." He shook our hands and then sat next to David, "If he is going to be around you, he really shouldn't have those things. Maybe a treat once in a while, but he wants to be a lawyer, and a weight lifter, and have children. Having him eat the things you do will hurt his chances." He turned to Travis' dad, "Uncle, they could be smoking, or drinking, or on drugs as far as we know."
I scanned the living room. There was no television, tea instead of soft drinks. I was startled, but I realized what this conversation was about... bad habits. The angel looked at me, "Do you do those things?"
"Well we do drink pop and have ice cream sometimes and yes I have an Xbox, and a television in my room." I answered.
He frowned, "Well, we will just have to get rid of all that stuff."
Tristan spoke up, "Travis we will not be getting rid of all that stuff. If you are going to hang with Steve, you both will have to go with or without different things. It is not going to hurt you to have a bowl of ice cream sometimes, or even a soda pop once in a while. I don't mean like we do, but sometimes. His games and television cost a lot of money, and they were gifts, and you want him to give them up?"
"I won't get rid of my Xbox, but when you are around, I won't turn on the TV or play any video games, but what do you do for fun?" I asked without thinking.
"I swim a lot and I take care of all the horses. We only have four, but I take care of them. I lift weights and erm... I do a lot of exercises, and if I don't get in trouble, I can take karate lessons this winter, and you three can go with me and take it too."
Mac stood up again and walked out of the room, "If you are going to take care of him, that would not be a bad idea for any of you."
David smiled, "Actually, I think that is a great idea, don't you Tristan?"
"I never actually thought about karate, but it should be fun, I suppose." I smiled.
Tristan answered, "But then again, Steve plays the piano, and he may hurt his precious little hands."
Travis giggled and wiggled, "That will be great, and then all four of us, and maybe others from your school, can go to!" He looked at me, "What school do you go to?"
"Saint Mary's," I answered.
"What grade are you in?"
"Sixth this year," I answered.
"Well, I can go to your school then," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, without consulting his parents.
"You know they would put you in the second or third grade, and you wouldn't see us at all?" David smiled.
Travis looked at his Dad. Mr. Brody smiled, "I am not getting into this Travis."
The boy looked at his mom, "They are kidding, right?"
Mrs. Brody looked uncomfortable. "You are the one that wanted to go to the University of Arizona. If you are willing to give that up for grade school, that is up to you."
"Well, maybe we can work it out to do both somehow?" He pleaded.
"Wait a minute, are you telling us a nine-year-old is going to the University?"
Mac walked back into the room, passing us by, "He is at the top of his class." Then Mac stopped, "Travis why don't you leave things like they are, and just see these boys after they get out of school?"
Travis jumped up and pushed a finger into Mac's stomach, "You are the cousin, not Mom and Dad. But I will think about it, okay?" Then he turned to us, "Would you guys like to go swimming? I understand if you have better things to do. I know you want to go riding. Let's take a rain check on that, and you guys go have fun."
David stood, "Yes, I want to go riding! School starts in just a couple of weeks. Hey Travis, you can go and ride with Steve!" No one asked me, but Travis turned to his mother, "May I go with them?"
Mac left the room again and came back, "Put your shorts on first, you can't go running around naked all the time, and get your sandals on." Then with his other hand, he walked over and handed me a walkie-talkie, "This is a FM radio. You push this button right here if you need anything. Someone will answer it right away. Just clip it on your belt like a gun, it won't come off. Just make sure you don't take it underwater with you."
I stood up, "I will, but nothing will happen."
He frowned and patted my shoulder, "It is just to be safe okay?" Then, he grabbed my head, put it next to his, and whispered in my ear, "Travis is brilliant, and I trust you and your two friends to take care of him. Do not let me down. Travis gets what he wants, but he is backwards in many ways. You will see that soon. You just keep that in mind, brother." Then he let loose of me. "You guys have fun."
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