"I WILL BE YOUR FRIEND! YES, I WILL BE YOUR TUTOR, TRAVIS PARK!" A suddenly jumpy David breathed and expressed every syllable in his utters with loaded echoes of merriment. His tiny voice flared up and reverberated across the spacious, untidy room, making all the walls vibrate unto the waves of joy. His eyes were alluringly shimmering with sparkles of unconstrained contentment. "CONGRATULATIONS, MR PARK!" David spoke in a whisper, whilst his cheeks were beginning to bloom. A smile so bright and enchanting did not dare to leave his features— it stood firmly on his lips, filling Travis's system with warmness. Travis— His eyes were tightly shut as he resided on the most beautiful memory. His lips had curled into a shy yet cheeky smile that was slowly decorating the rest of his gleaming face. "He was happy!" Travis aired through his teeth while warmness was starting to burn his veins. He leaned his blooming cheeks on his sweaty palm and slowly opened his eyes to take yet another look

The World— A Cruel Place—Blurry vision— eyes soaked wet with tears; Travis locked his eyes on the two boys who were now shouting at him. Somewhere in the distance, Sam was smiling victoriously, taking videos and pictures of Travis as his body began to tremble. "Hey stop it!" Jaden and Daniel synchronously blurted, getting up from their seats. The two boys just stood there and laughed their eyes out, daring Travis and his friends to do something to them. A cacophony of murmurs began to fill the cafeteria — everyone was curious about what was to occur next, including Sam who was silently cackling evilly, unaware that he was also being watched. "No…there are so many of them! They are looking at me!" A trembling Travis said to himself swiftly after his eyes had scanned the room. His own breath was strangling itself from his system— his lips instantly turned pale blue as he took tard steps away. "Travis!" Someone called and he couldn't make out who. His vision had suddenly become blu

"I don't know…he sounded like he was in distress!" An anxious Travis who was eating off his fingernails while he swung back and forth on the rocking chair, hissed with uncertainty under his breath. His eyes were sadly, yet carefully looking at the blue screen of his phone that had published David's contact details in bold letters. He was nervously whispering inaudible words while breathing heavily with eagerness that had stuffed itself in the chambers of his lungs. At this point, his heart had skipped multiple beats whilst he was squabbling with his heart, trying to reach a preferred conclusion, whether or not he should call David. His merciless brain could not help but once again, play all the unwelcoming, poisonous feelings that had punctured in the depths of his soul, last night when he had called David. Despair and curiosity have already embraced his system— instead of being thrilled, he is worried that he might have done something wrong. There was something in David's voice th

"My heart, explained!" "Is it normal to kiss a friend?" Words that sounded poisonous, stealthily escaped from Travis's lips as he glared at the blue screen of his phone, there on the internet, where he has been reading tons of replies to his question— a question he badly wanted to be replied to. He did not know why, but his heart was pounding crazily against his chest— so loud and demanding, it raced towards the depths of his throat blocking all the possible air pathways in his system. His whole body was under the embrace of a mixture of deadly emotions which he did not know how to distinguish and analyse. His eyes were awfully dilated; sweat was covering every part of his face— so wet as if someone had poured water all over it. He nervously bit his lower lip immediately after he had swallowed a huge gulp of water from the bottle which he instantly put on the table when another reply popped up. "It is absolutely not normal to be kissed by a friend unless they breathe romantic air f

"Babe!" The word rang in the depths of Travis's head for the millionth time now. There, his legs began to tremble in his boots. Everything around him started to float as if he were on a ship carried away by a strong current. Out of the blue, his whole body was embraced by shivers that sent the sharpness of coldness throughout his system. Flabbergast — Horror — Confusion; or anything that anyone could think of, was imprinted on Travis's face as he watched an unknown man walk in the direction of David, gently clasping a bouquet of roses in his firm, strong hands. His face glowed as the beams of the setting sun were playfully dancing on every feature of his face. Travis's heart had almost stopped functioning properly, he wouldn't stop looking at David for at least an explanation or any different reaction from just staring at the man. David was quietly standing there, next to Travis and without saying anything, he accepted the bouquet that seemed to be heavy for his hands. "It's been