But It's Not The Way A Boy Should Feel! (Sal x Larry)

conversations from behind the stall door

(NOT MY PICTURE, CREDIT TO ARTIST!!!)
(TW: SLURS/CURSING)
(Sal POV)

I walked into the bathrooms, just needing a break from class. I heard someone crying in the stall I walked past.

"Hey. Is anyone in there?"

"Sally Face..? Wait! G-go away, Faggot!!"

"Travis? Were you crying a minute ago?"

"No! Unlike your mom when I was on top of her last night!!"

"My mom is dead, Travis--"

"Yea, well-- S-shut up! What do you want anyways?!"

"I wanna know what's wrong. Wanna talk? I don't wanna go back to class anyways"

"Mm... Fine. What?"

"What's on your mind?"

"I just... Mm... Fisher, you're fucking weird! You and all your faggot friends!"

"You do know not all of us are gay, right? Except Todd. He's super gay."

"Shut up!! I... Like someone... Okay?"

"Oh shit, really? Who?"

"I can't tell you that, Dumbass."

"Alright, well uh... Give me a hint?"

"Fine! T-they--"

"They?!"

"YES, THEY, IS THAT ALRIGHT WITH YOU?"

"Yea, sorry-- I just didn't expect that, I expected her or she--"

"Hmph. They... Are really fucking short. But they're somehow still... Spunky... And... And they... They have the most amazing eyes... But they're always hiding behind a mask, so you can never really tell what they're thinking or feeling since you can't tell what all they're saying is actually the truth... I love them dearly, and I love the mystery but... They hate me, so... There's no way I could be with them... Their friends hate me too..."

I just sat in front of the stall and listened. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't place it. And then the bell rang. "Hey. Wanna head to lunch together since... Well... We're already here..?"

He huffed before I heard the door unlatch. "I need you to move, Sally Face."

I stood up, watching as he opened the door and stepped out. He was still rocking the purple sweater and blue jeans. The little blondie looked nice in it. It somehow suited him.

"Let's go, before I change my mind, Fisher."

I nodded, holding the door open for him. And then I realised how fucking short I felt next to him. I'm about 5'1", and he's about 5'7", so I felt incredibly short next to him.

We walked to lunch together, to the point I hardly noticed that he'd grabbed my hand. I didn't notice until he gave a light squeeze, to which I tangled my fingers in with his. His face seemed to flush red before he looked away, but I could hardly see it.

We held hands up until we hit the lunch line, then parted ways. I could see his expression drop. I felt so bad. I didn't like seeing his face just... Drop like that. I dunno why honestly, he's bullied me since forever and a half ago, but... I still just don't like seeing it