Travis Barker With Hair Novels & Stories

Brown hair that I hadn’t cut properly in months, that had grown wild and tangled. He cut without care for style or evenness. Just hacked it short, close to my head, until barely two inches remained anywhere. I watched in the mirror as more and more hair fell away. When he was done, I looked even less like myself. Like someone who’d been institutionalized. Broken down. Reformed into something new. “Good enough,” Marcus said, examining me critically. “At least she doesn’t look feral anymore.” They pulled me up and half-dragged, half-carried me back downstairs.

Brad Davis announced, making everyone chuckle for a light hearted start. "And you two, mortal enemies. I don't want any drama or any miscommunication today so I have you two will behave? Hmm?" Megan said, raising her eyebrows at both Zaire and Travis. Travis wore a grey and black suit with his auburn hair slicked back and his green eyes looking skeptical to Megan's remark. He was really handsome with his model features and lean body. Ember didn't even want to imagine the thoughts going on in Ruby's mind at that time.

As I step closer, a tall boy about my age with a good form and long dark hair walks out of the bathroom and glances at me and my hammer. "Where am I?" He looks around like he just found himself on Mars. "Who are you?" I ask, confused. Firstly, as to what he's doing here and secondly, as to how one's hair can look so fricking good. I would have to ask him later what products he uses on his hair if he's not dangerous. "Travis," He replies casually. He doesn't seem scared of me. Why would he? "And who are you?" he asks back.

Obviously, I’m frustrated, and I don’t know what I’m even thinking. In response, he starts laughing. Does he think I’m a joker or something? “Why are you laughing?” I snap. Travis leans his shoulder against the doorframe of his closet room with a smug look on his face. Surely, he’s enjoying this. “This is not my chest. This is my collarbone. I just took off my tie. I’ve been out since morning, so my hair is disheveled—that’s normal. Also, the red marks? Those are from scratching myself while hurriedly taking the tie off,” he says with a gentle tone, explaining everything slowly, as if he’s trying to be mindful of my emotions.

She liked making fun of him, it brightened her mood after hearing so much bullshit all afternoon. "We are coming out," Trevor replied, standing up and tidying his shirt and messy hair. His bun was nowhere to be seen and he could not find his elastic band. He looked angrily at Max, who just smiled innocently with his own hair in dishevelled. Trevor walked up to him and brushed Max's hair with his fingers, trying to style it back to the way it was before. Max just watched Trevor's little gesture with a satisfied smile and allowed his babe to take care of him.

His hair was stretched and packed behind his head while a small portion of each side, ranging to the back of his head, was cut very low. I was satisfied with my choice of hairstyle for him and I’m sure his college mates would be surprised to see his new look, especially our target Bianca Baker. “ Love your new look? “ I asked him when he was checking himself out in the mirror of the barber's shop. “ I’ll be damned if I don't. '' He said with a smirk and we left the office. I felt confident that Bianca wouldn’t reject Brandon this time around. We were already 30 minutes late so we zoomed off to the venue for the graduation ceremony.

Jonny and I turned to see a heavy-set, disheveled man that took me a moment to recognize as Travis Baker. He steps up to me when Jonny grabs a hold of his shoulder, “back up”. Travis looks at Jonny up and down before saying, “what’s with you and these buff-ass meat-headed control freaks”? “It’s not what you think Tray”, I said, causing Jonny to raise his brow at me in question. Spin has now noticed the absence of us. He had turned back around and was quickly approaching. “Well, well, well. Look who it is, Travis Baker. See you’re still a loser”, Spin says.

Some strands of his hair covered his eyes and he faced me, unbothered by the slap and the menacing look on my face. “I look handsome, don't I?” He smiled, pushing his hair back in one drag. “You're disgustingly handsome.” I spat and focused back on my lens. The crowd goes wild. Celebrating. I thought it was vipers but it was home bears again. 2-1. The scores come off the rush. Damn. Trevor skated like he's angry. Then lay on the ice, breathing. Coach Ben tries to hype him up but he doesn't get up. I've never seen Trevor in a situation like this. He was just too confused. And slow. Not exactly slow, but home bears moved with better precision.

Vince said. "Same," Bryce said. "Yeah, same," Marvin added. Travis didn't respond, and she saw that he was looking the closest. "Trav?" she asked using the name she heard the other call him sometimes. "Yours looks great, but I prefer shaved," he said. She smirked, stepping directly in front of him. "Tell me that doesn't look cute," she said, raising an eyebrow at him as he looked up in surprise. "No, it does. I'm not saying I don't like it, I just... if I'm going to be having dinner, I don't want hair in my food."

Not to mention her horrible brown stained teeth . The elder of the scumbag duo is Travis , he is in his mid twenties. He thinks man vests are totally acceptable even with food stains going back years . His mullet hair style in the same colour of his mommy dearest’s crown of fizz is ironically the same colour as the teeth that he has left . Travis has an unhealthy mummies boy complex , and an IQ of pond scum . His ass is always on show , hanging out his jeans that fit when he was at nursery school . Travis was more perverted in an openly learning kinda way .