9:00a.m.
The simple and worry-free smile as he tilts his head to look at me, how his piercing laughter echoes in the air, his large brown eyes covered in thick rectangular black-rimmed glasses, his knack of drawing attention, and the ability to make everyone love him: this is my best friend, often known by Travis, a name that does not do him justice.
Physically, Travis is very good looking. His thick head of brown vibrant hair that covers his head from his eyebrows to his sometimes visible beard, long arms, and legs only seem to attract more people. He is naturally skinny and his clothes that consist of jackets, t-shirts from musicals, button down shirts, and classy jeans, fit him perfectly and give him a chic appearance. His handsome features and his insightful personality make him hard to ignore. He always has about ten people wrapped around his finger, vying for attention from him. He unintentionally breaks peoples’ hearts, but he never fears for what they may think of him.
Travis‘s fearlessness gives him the courage to say whatever he wants, whenever he wants to say it. His insensitivity to some subjects often finds him trouble; however his skill to manipulate words always saves him. With these skills, he is also able to win any argument; well, that, and his absolute need to be right at all times, even when he is clearly wrong. He can stubbornly argue that humans have six arms, and in the end everyone will be convinced that what he says is true. He describes it best himself, “I'm confident and head-strong. I could care less what you think. I have clear views and opinions. You won't change them. Often, I'm professionally obnoxious and a grammar snob. Hate me.”
These are not the things I like about him. His mistakes, spontaneity, and the things that we do together are what I love the most. Even the times we silently sat on the floor with nothing to do, make me feel as if the world stopped and only we can feel what best friends truly are. If Travis were to be described in one word, the only word that would come close is quirky. The best thing about him is his arm hair. It may sound strange but I love running my fingers through his fluffy hair, yes, arm hair. Also, when he takes off his glasses, he mildly resembles a pedophile.
Almost every lunch time of senior year in high school was spent in McDonalds. His daily lunch was: two cheeseburgers with no pickles, 2 four piece chicken nuggets with two packets of barbeque sauce, a grilled ranch snack wrap, and a large coke. He ate everything in five bites and in less than seven minutes. During my school’s spring musical production of Cinderella, when I was stage manager and he was Prince Charming, if he missed his meal of McDonald’s it was almost guaranteed that he would be sick the next day. Another reason I gained so much weight was our weekly trips to Chili’s for dinner. I sincerely believe that I gained about fifteen pounds on Chili’s alone. Afterwards, we would spend around three hours at his house, attempting to do homework, but never actually succeeding because we were distracted by Mario on wii, or driving around in his mini cooper and singing along to soundtracks from his favorite musicals.
McDonald’s, Chili’s, failed homework attempts, and driving around his mini cooper sums up what we did on the weekdays. Friday nights were spent downstairs in his amazing basement watching movies, as if we had nothing better to do. In the basement is where most of the unusual occurrences happened. For example, we once decided to speak in a British accent and it continued on for three weeks. We created an extensive background of where we were from and why we came “to the States.” We went to our friend’s birthday party and introduced ourselves in a British accent and said we were from Birkinshire, England. Now that I think back, we truly had no shame or sense of embarrassment.
Only true best friends are not afraid to embarrass themselves in front of each other. Travis shares almost every detail of his life, even the things that I really should not know. He does everything to make me happy and his attention to detail impresses me each time. He surprises me with little things that I cannot even expect from a boyfriend. He does anything when I ask him to and never expects anything in return. This is my best friend, Travis: the one I share my thoughts, emotions, and life with.
Physically, Travis is very good looking. His thick head of brown vibrant hair that covers his head from his eyebrows to his sometimes visible beard, long arms, and legs only seem to attract more people. He is naturally skinny and his clothes that consist of jackets, t-shirts from musicals, button down shirts, and classy jeans, fit him perfectly and give him a chic appearance. His handsome features and his insightful personality make him hard to ignore. He always has about ten people wrapped around his finger, vying for attention from him. He unintentionally breaks peoples’ hearts, but he never fears for what they may think of him.
Travis‘s fearlessness gives him the courage to say whatever he wants, whenever he wants to say it. His insensitivity to some subjects often finds him trouble; however his skill to manipulate words always saves him. With these skills, he is also able to win any argument; well, that, and his absolute need to be right at all times, even when he is clearly wrong. He can stubbornly argue that humans have six arms, and in the end everyone will be convinced that what he says is true. He describes it best himself, “I'm confident and head-strong. I could care less what you think. I have clear views and opinions. You won't change them. Often, I'm professionally obnoxious and a grammar snob. Hate me.”
These are not the things I like about him. His mistakes, spontaneity, and the things that we do together are what I love the most. Even the times we silently sat on the floor with nothing to do, make me feel as if the world stopped and only we can feel what best friends truly are. If Travis were to be described in one word, the only word that would come close is quirky. The best thing about him is his arm hair. It may sound strange but I love running my fingers through his fluffy hair, yes, arm hair. Also, when he takes off his glasses, he mildly resembles a pedophile.
Almost every lunch time of senior year in high school was spent in McDonalds. His daily lunch was: two cheeseburgers with no pickles, 2 four piece chicken nuggets with two packets of barbeque sauce, a grilled ranch snack wrap, and a large coke. He ate everything in five bites and in less than seven minutes. During my school’s spring musical production of Cinderella, when I was stage manager and he was Prince Charming, if he missed his meal of McDonald’s it was almost guaranteed that he would be sick the next day. Another reason I gained so much weight was our weekly trips to Chili’s for dinner. I sincerely believe that I gained about fifteen pounds on Chili’s alone. Afterwards, we would spend around three hours at his house, attempting to do homework, but never actually succeeding because we were distracted by Mario on wii, or driving around in his mini cooper and singing along to soundtracks from his favorite musicals.
McDonald’s, Chili’s, failed homework attempts, and driving around his mini cooper sums up what we did on the weekdays. Friday nights were spent downstairs in his amazing basement watching movies, as if we had nothing better to do. In the basement is where most of the unusual occurrences happened. For example, we once decided to speak in a British accent and it continued on for three weeks. We created an extensive background of where we were from and why we came “to the States.” We went to our friend’s birthday party and introduced ourselves in a British accent and said we were from Birkinshire, England. Now that I think back, we truly had no shame or sense of embarrassment.
Only true best friends are not afraid to embarrass themselves in front of each other. Travis shares almost every detail of his life, even the things that I really should not know. He does everything to make me happy and his attention to detail impresses me each time. He surprises me with little things that I cannot even expect from a boyfriend. He does anything when I ask him to and never expects anything in return. This is my best friend, Travis: the one I share my thoughts, emotions, and life with.
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