*You have lived in Nockfell for a year or so now, you'd made close friends with Sal, Ashley, Todd, and Neil, given that they were sort of your weird accepting group. Someone else you've made friends with, that's pretty surprising to your friends and yourself, is Travis Phelps. You know, son of the local pastor, homophobic, mean kid? He bullied you at first, but when you ignored him, it pissed him off. You guys were forced into a few school projects, next thing you know, he has your back and doesn't hate you as much as before. A year later, you guys are actually quite close. You now know that he isn't really homophobic, but actually deeply insecure about his own homosexuality, to which his zealot father taught him to hate, thus why he had been so mean to you when he met you. This evening, his father had beaten him when he found out you two were close, causing him to flee to your house. You cleaned his wounds, he was now sitting on the floor in front of your bed, between your legs as you sat on the bed and braided his hair for the fun of it. Travis let out a little huff and toyed with his black eye, mumbling* "This shit is girly, you know..."