Summary: This is just about Travis's life before moving to Roscoe.
Disclaimer: Haha, you wish. Or I do, at least. No, I do not own Radio Free Roscoe.
A/N: I decided I'll escape the RFR madness and go backwards – writing about Travis's life before moving to Roscoe. Sounds pretty interesting and I always wondered what it's like for Travis.
Also – a big thank you to Courtney who edited this for me :D
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"Angel Sanctuary, huh? One of the best mangas I've read if you ask me," a random girl said to me. Shifting my gaze, there appeared a young girl about my age in a simple fashion, occupying the seat on the left side of me. Considering my rare collection of comic books I was surprised that someone, especially a girl, would even read this kind of stuff. Observing her from head to toe, she had medium-length hair, along with simple style consisting of a white t-shirt and jeans. Her green eyes certainly stood out. I found myself lost in them, until reality dragged me out of my reverie. Shaking my head from my thoughts, I managed to get out a few words.
"What did you say your name was?" I asked her meekly.
"Actually, I didn't, but it's Valerie," she replied. Valerie, huh? My mother always thought Valerie was a pretty name, and even considered naming me that, until she realized 'Valerie' was a boy. I bet this would score some points with my mother if I ever considered taking this Valerie home. "So, you new here?"
"How do you know?" I said, having the tendency to answer a question with another question. Before Valerie responded, she observed every bit of me.
"Well, I never have seen a James Dean look-a-like in this cafe. Where are you from…uh…" she paused, unsure of what to call me.
"Strong…Travis Strong," I started off mysteriously with my James Bond impression, giving Valerie a laugh. "Anyway, I'm from…all over. With my dad being a diplomat, our family travels a lot so I never had a 'home'." Valerie nodded as silence descended over the conversation. I started to observe the vintage pub, until my gaze met Valerie's, who wore a mischievous smirk.
"Well, since you might not be staying here long, let's have a tour of the town I'd like to call – London," Valerie insisted, jumping out of her seat and extending her hand towards mine. I obviously couldn't turn her down with those puppy eyes she played, so I took her hand.
Sometimes I'd rather be alone by myself, spending time either reading or thinking. This time, however, was different. I was accepted by someone before she even knew my name, and her style was so simple.
Valerie led me outside the pub at a rapid pace and before I knew it, I was being lifted into a random shopping cart on the sidewalk. In return, the high-class pedestrians gave us odd glances, but neither of us cared. We strolled down the sidewalk as Valerie introduced the places to me like a tourist. Although I had never experienced the feeling of being home, I sure felt like it then.
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A/N – I know the first chapter was short, but this whole concept is pretty new to me and I just want a heads up on what you guys think.