The blue boy (Sal x Travis)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩

*𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼*

Sal POV:
I woke up with my mask shifted and cuddling my cat plushie still. I looked around the room rubbing my eyes. Larry was passed out completely on the floor with crumbs everywhere. Todd was wrapped up in a blanket still asleep. Ashley was spread out on the floor with pounds of blankets and gizmo on her stomach. I turned to my sides but Travis wasn't there. Hell I had almost forgotten he told me he would be leaving early. I should've set an alarm or something so I could say goodbye. I rolled around fumbling up. I went to text Travis but then I remembered he mentioned he was going to church early in the morning. I groaned and wrapped around my cat plush. Gizmo looked at me and meowed. "Aw someone jealous?" I said teasing him. He meowed at me again then closed his eyes to go back to sleep.

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Travis POV:
Once church was finished everyone began to leave but as usual I stayed behind. Once everyone left my father shut the doors. "Hey boy" he snapped at me. I jerked my head up to look at him in the eyes. "Yes father?" He came towards me with a strong fist. "You remember, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. Don't you?" My head started rushing as I fidgeted with my rosary.
"Yes sir." I muttered out.

~𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠~

⚠️TW: SH, HOMOPHOBIA, ABUSE,
MENTION OF SUICIDE.⚠️

𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑦. 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. "𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑠. 𝑊𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘." ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚. 𝐼𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. 𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝑁𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒. "𝑦..𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑟?"

𝐼 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐼 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑀𝑌 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘. 𝑀𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑙.