POV: Travis Phelps
You know what? Might as well try. Father will be at my ass either way anyway, so might as well TRY to make him happy. I highly doubt it will work, but it's okay! I'll get over it. I can do it!. But what do I do? I could clean the church, tidy the house, organize his desk, do extra chores.. Oh! I know! The basement at the church! That place hasn't been cleaned in ages, yet father is always down there.. Every single time he comes back up those stairs, he's covered in must and some red looking liquid. I wonder what he does while he's down there.. but that doesn't matter anyway.
I'm sure this will work! Positive even. Father will finally be proud of me.
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Rainy Days (Larvis)
FanfictionLarry is outside Addison Apartments, smoking a cigarette. It's a rather cold and rainy night. It's been rainy for a few days now. As he is smoking, he notices a familiar face.... "Travis?" Larry calls out.
