â Dorian Victor
Dorian frowned somewhat, noticing how Stephanie stared at Travis like he was some sort of god. It really wasn't anything new though, anytime he hung out with the other boy, the girls flocked to him. Not that a few girls weren't ever interested in him- he was quite popular. Head of the soccer team, one of the smartest kids in their class even though he skipped half the year, and fairly wealthy. What did Travis do? Well, for one he wasn't even in High School anymore, he graduated a year ago- and still hadn't picked out a college to attend. Where did he work? At a tattoo shop, which is where he got all his tattoos at. Free, because he did them himself and doesn't actually have the money to pay for them. And what did he drive? A motorcycle, which was more of a on-road dirt bike. Why girls flocked to him, he had no idea. Probably because of the whole bad boy thing- stupid.
Still, when he noticed Travis getting up, he shortly followed. Mimicking the other boy, he held his hand out for Stephanie before beginning to follow the oldest up towards the trees.
Dorian frowned somewhat, noticing how Stephanie stared at Travis like he was some sort of god. It really wasn't anything new though, anytime he hung out with the other boy, the girls flocked to him. Not that a few girls weren't ever interested in him- he was quite popular. Head of the soccer team, one of the smartest kids in their class even though he skipped half the year, and fairly wealthy. What did Travis do? Well, for one he wasn't even in High School anymore, he graduated a year ago- and still hadn't picked out a college to attend. Where did he work? At a tattoo shop, which is where he got all his tattoos at. Free, because he did them himself and doesn't actually have the money to pay for them. And what did he drive? A motorcycle, which was more of a on-road dirt bike. Why girls flocked to him, he had no idea. Probably because of the whole bad boy thing- stupid.
Still, when he noticed Travis getting up, he shortly followed. Mimicking the other boy, he held his hand out for Stephanie before beginning to follow the oldest up towards the trees.
â Travis Tomasic
Travis shook his head, chuckling lowly at Ollie's suggestions. "How about we all head up there and find some sort of shelter, and then you and I can start on that SOS sign. Alright?" It was hard for him to be him around Ollie. He felt like the real him would scare him, so he transformed himself into some sort of nice person that actually cared, or at least he tried too. Made him look awfully strange though, he bet. Considering he was freakishly tall and scary looking, yet acting like some sort of suck up for he could make his friend happy. Though he wasn't quite sure why. It didn't really make sense- he supposed it never really would. So long as Ollie was happy though- and there was very little that Travis wouldn't do to make him happy.
"Besides, you know I would protect you from any wild animals- if there even are any," Standing up, he offered his hand to Ollie for him to grab onto and pull himself up, should he want to. After this he stepped out of the little raft and onto the sand, muscles shifting under tanned skin.
Travis shook his head, chuckling lowly at Ollie's suggestions. "How about we all head up there and find some sort of shelter, and then you and I can start on that SOS sign. Alright?" It was hard for him to be him around Ollie. He felt like the real him would scare him, so he transformed himself into some sort of nice person that actually cared, or at least he tried too. Made him look awfully strange though, he bet. Considering he was freakishly tall and scary looking, yet acting like some sort of suck up for he could make his friend happy. Though he wasn't quite sure why. It didn't really make sense- he supposed it never really would. So long as Ollie was happy though- and there was very little that Travis wouldn't do to make him happy.
"Besides, you know I would protect you from any wild animals- if there even are any," Standing up, he offered his hand to Ollie for him to grab onto and pull himself up, should he want to. After this he stepped out of the little raft and onto the sand, muscles shifting under tanned skin.