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

If It Smells Like Weed, It's Cuz I Was At Todd's

(TW: USAGE/POSSESSION/MENTION OF DRUGS AND/OR ALCOHOL, SLURS, CURSING, POSSIBLE SMUT MENTIONS)
(Larry's POV)

We all got to the apartments, Travis and Sal asleep in the back seat. They looked nice together. I guess that told me weather or not I would look better with him... Sadly, I was gonna take it as a no... I woke Travis up, nodding towards the window, Travis not waking Sal, but rather getting out from under him and just carrying him inside.

We all went down to the basement where we lived, all of us sitting in my room. Then Mom walked in.

"Travis, Sweetheart, you wanted to talk?"

"Oh yea. I'll be out in a minute, Lisa, thank you!"

She smiled, walking out of the room to the kitchen, Travis shooting me a death glare.

"Listen, Stoner Fag. You and your tranny ass can stay the fuck away from my girl. She's mine."

I was so confused. But then I realised, Sal was who he was talking about. What the fuck?

"Uhhh... Dude, we're just friends. Sal doesn't even like me that way, don't worry about it. Honestly, I saw you two cuddling in the back, you looked... Super cute together... Makes me wonder if I'd ever look that good with someone..." I looked away as I mumbled the last bit, digging my nails into my thumbs.

"Whatever, Faggot. I'm gonna go talk to your mom."

And with that he left. The fuck is up with him? Whatever.

Sal woke up, looking to me with a tired gaze. "Mmm... Sup, Larry Face..."

"Sup. So... I have a question."

"What's up, Larry?"

"So are you and... And Travis... A thing?"

"A thing? Like what kind of thing?"

"Like... Are you dating him? And why is he calling you a girl?"

"Nah... I dunno why he's calling me a girl, it's probably cuz he likes me, but uh... I dunno, we aren't dating or anything like that..."

I nodded, feeling a bit relived. I figured they weren't, but I still had to hear it myself. "So... Do you think I'd ever have a chance with you..?"

"Hmm..? What ki-- Oh, I see... N-nah, I don't... Think so... Not with me liking Ash..."

I nodded, scratching at my hands. Well, that hurt, but it doesn't hurt to try... So... Yea... But still...

"Anyways, Uh... Hah... I just... Wanted to check so..."

"Honestly, Larry? You could probably fuck me if we were drunk... Just then though, unless it was a threesome..."

My face flushed red, looking to him "... Sal... Can we get drunk..?"

"What? No, Travis is spending the night..."

Well fuck. "Uhh... Night, Sal..."

"It's only 4?"

"I'm gonna go to bed. I'm kinda tired..."

He nodded, heading out of the room. "Hey, Travis! Let's go, Larry's gonna go to bed!"

"Fine, let's hurry u--" and then he cut off. Sal shut the door. Fuck. It hurt... He was leaving with Travis... Fuck. He was going home with him too.