Travis and the Grays

The morning started as usual, with a blaring klaxon and the pound of a fist attempting to silence it. Travis had bought a snooze alarm clock, but rarely used the snooze feature for anything other than shutting it up quicker so he could get up quicker. He reached up and switched the alarm off, sighing with a vein of annoyance to it. It was another day for “Mr. Renard” as his instructors called him. He slowly got up and unzipped his sleeping bag. Rather than bothering to make his bed every damn day he preferred to just sleep in a sleeping bag on a mattress with some pillows brought from home. First things first, he gathered up his morning “tools” and headed to the bathroom. Travis was gifted with the blessing of having no facial hair, or body hair for that matter, except his eyebrows and the top of his head, thus he never needed a razor to shave with. He groggily took off his T-Shirt and boxers and stepped into the shower, grabbing his shampoo and soap. With a sigh he lazily leaned against the side of the shower, switching the water on and backing up before it could hit him. He’d been here for two years, he knew how these suckers worked. Once the water warmed up a bit, he stepped into the stream, wetting his hair and body in one quick shot. Popping off the cap of his shampoo, he squeezed a bit into his hand, and began to lather his nigh-perfect hair. Setting the shampoo bottle aside, he went to work on his hair, making sure to get it perfectly clean before rinsing it. He held his head in the stream of water for a bit, just enjoying the warmth, before pulling up his washcloth and applying soap to it to wash his body. His body was an interesting figure…erotic to the ladies and envied by most men. His body was a somewhat thin but rather muscled one, strong arms with biceps and such that showed he took care of his body, His abs and chest were quite toned as well. He often caught women, and occasionally men, taking a look at his firm, muscular butt. Travis’ legs were the strongest part of him, as he was on the track team, but he really wasn’t into it, it was just his counselor suggested he take part in an athletic team and not let his body go to waste. He wasn’t sure if he was being hit on when this was said, but despite his body, many were afraid to approach him. Speaking of his legs, what lay between them was something that would make the strongest woman cry out in pain should he plunge it into their depths, roughly ten and a half inches long, his manhood was impressive. Beneath that lay his manly orbs of reproduction, large and round, the skin less wrinkled than usual skin on those parts.
Travis finally finished his shower and stepped out, dried off, and quickly got into his day clothes. Today’s ensemble included a black long-sleeve shirt, tan cargo pants, the typical white socks, and his usual running shoes. Looking in the mirror, he fixed his hair with a fine-tooth comb. Lastly, he brushed his teeth, keeping them semi-white. He had a slight overbite, but nothing noticeable. After making sure every bit of him was clean, he stepped back into his dorm room, and grabbed his laptop in its case after unplugging the charger cord and stuffing it safely away. He checked the thermometer... seventy-eight degrees outside, another hot day. Travis sort of enjoyed hot days, he had always favored warmth. He took a deep breath, told himself this was going to be a good day, and opened the door to the hallway. He stepped out, and walked out the two doors of his suite, and headed down the walkway towards the Crater Lounge. He prepared himself, for undoubtedly he would meet his nemesis there, and by nemesis he meant best friend who was sort of annoying. He enjoyed the balmy weather and headed down the stairs, opening the door to the Crater Lounge and stepping into the overly-air-conditioned room. As usual there were a couple of people, mostly African-Americans and Latinos, watching television. Some shitty rap video was on just like every other time he came down here.
“HEY! Travis! TRAVIS! YOU FOOL!” a slightly nerdy, but young and somewhat attractive male voice said. Here he came. The megalomaniacal, misanthropic, nigh-schizophrenic nerd who preferred to be called “Raster” and was an utter kleptomaniac concerning everyone except Travis. Raster was, for the most part, excessively thin, except his belly, which held a small pudge. Raster had a sort of big nose, upon which sat a pair of black-framed glasses held together with bonding tape. Behind those glasses were slightly-magnified brown eyes. Raster typically wore speed-suits or sweat-shirts and sweat-pants. Today he wore a purple jumpsuit, and was carrying his usual sack-of-stuff. Raster was rich, and wasn’t afraid to exploit that fact…but he was also a terrible person and a nerd so most people stayed away from him.
“Hey, Raster, think you could refrain from calling me a fool in public?” Travis said in his slightly deep, but still very attractive voice. He didn’t talk much, but that was mainly because he had nobody to talk to other than Raster.
“Yeah yeah, sure, whatever, listen…it’s happening tonight…we gotta skip out on classes to prepare!” Raster said, grinning. Raster’s smile was the only stunning thing about him, as it was near-perfect.
“What’s happening? Chill out.” Travis both questioned and somewhat demanded. Raster was pretty weird, but when something was “happening” it was always something important…usually.
“What’s happening? WHAT’S HAPPENING?! What’s happening is only the greatest thing ever to happen to us!” Raster stated excitedly.
“Which is…?” Travis pushed.
“This day matches the date found on the Roswell Return Article! They’re coming man! They’re coming!” Raster was ecstatic.
Travis was just even more confused “The what…who…huh?”
“Look, aliens are going to visit Earth tonight and WE are going to be there. I’ve calculated the exact point where their ship is going to make contact, and I’m bringing you along in case things get rough!” Raster explained, sounding more crazy than usual.
“Uh…sure…I’ll come along, but only to make sure nothing happens to you while you’re out there alone in…where is it?” Travis inquired.
“About five miles from here, in a plain in the middle of the woods.” Raster stated simply.
“All right…but I’m still going to class.” Travis said, getting up and walking out.
“But what if they try to take us?!” Raster queried with intensity, but Travis was already out of earshot…either that or he didn’t care.