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travis/sally

Hi, wyd, nice nice good. I can't comment bc for this acc I used a random email that doesn't exist :p
Also I will take requests if they r commented ;)

-fluff, slight angst
- light panic attack
-topics of bruising and scarring

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'His face was beaten lavender, dandelion and grass, his tan olive skin stays unkept and covered in scabs. His bleach blond hair swayed in spring time breeze, his perky nose dusted a faint peach pink. All his beauty was up for show, but his ugly insides showed far clearer. But is that the true him? Is it not a facade? His feet stand unsure, his fingers shiver in summer afternoon, his sweater never leaves his bones. What does he not wish to share? Why? Why is his expression is always sullen, why is he in a constant state of lassitude?

Aesthete'

The ocean eyed boy let his pencil fall, his wrist was left with a dull ache. "Sally? Are you alright?" A deep woman's voice asked, her eyebrows raised in slight concern, the attention of all of his classmates rested heavily on his shoulders. He sat upright, his neck burned with sore. "I'm alright miss, thank you," Sally hadn't hesitated when answering but yet his voice was shallow with uncertainty. Most turned back to the front of the class, but one brown eyed boy. Sally looked back, he attempted smiling but it was covered by his prosthetic. The boy just grimaced and turnt to the front. It pained Sally.

Sally should be mad at Travis, not the other way around. But yet, it's just not the way it is, he supposed.

The repetitive bell rang rhythmically, so much so it made Sally's ears ring. He brought his items to his locker where he was met with Larry, Chug, Maple, Todd and Ash, they smiled and waved him towards themselves. He came closer, met with the warm embrace of a flowing conversation. It felt good to be able to fit somewhere, but that thought just brought him back to Travis. Does he feel he belongs? Surely not, his family is against everything he is, yet he tries so hard to be what they expect. He changes himself for others in such a negative way.

"You alright, Sal?" Larry's rough voice interrupted his thoughts, though it was nice to be brought back to earth from those thoughts. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just kinda spacey, I guess," Larry smiled and walked with Sally through the light oak doors to be met with the horrible stench of cafeteria food. They made their way to their seats and joined in the conversation. Or at least Larry did, Sally stayed quiet, weirdly enough. He could tell his friends were worried but he couldn't help it, he felt caught. Travis never tried to change to be himself but he never got a chance too. His friends and he himself never gave him the opportunity to be himself. It felt selfish.

"we should include Travis to our lunch table.". Where had that come from? He had no clue, but once the words left his scarred lips he felt as though a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. Until he saw the way his friends looked at him, their faces looked as though they're where completely complexed. 'What?" Larry exclaimed, his mouth formed a snarl, his hatred for Travis was apparent. "Why? Where did that even come from," Larry spat, not to Sally but more so to Travis. "I. I don't know," Sally had no clue, he just had this feeling within his chest. It ached. "Are you feeling okay, Sal? You seem.. a little off," Ash asked, her concern was unfiltered. "I think I'm gonna go use the bathroom, I'll be back," Sally smiled, though he felt sick.

As he walked he heard them discussing their concerns with his offer, it hurt that they didn't tell them to him personally but it's understandable. His offer had been out of pocket.

He walked in a quick pace, his low pigtails swung against his neck, it created a tickle. He felt as though he was the only one in the entire school, he heard his shoes squeak against the floors, yet the hallways where bustling with people. He only heard his own laborated breath.

He turnt sharply, pushing the bathroom door wide open, making his way to the sinks. His hands rested on the chilled concrete, he focused on his breathing, trying to get his senses together. He turnt the tab, letting ice cold water fall into the palms of his pale hands, he splashed it against his exposed skin, his shirt collar had gotten soaked in freezing cold water, his heaving lungs slowed to a paced breath. He sighed, squeezing his eyes closed. His heart hung in his stomach still but he felt like he could think clearly now.

He looked at himself in the mirror before deciding to go back to the cafeteria to eat, clear his mind of the blondie. He was about to leave before he noticed a ripped out piece of notebook paper, it had been written on. It read

' I know we don't really know each other. And you probably have your opinions about me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel things could be different, the truth is i can't stop thinking about you. Im crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings I have are wrong. Its not the way a boy should feel.

Shame swallows me whole just writing these words. My father would kill me but I can't live in his shadows forever i just - —- ——- - - '

And that's where it ends. A dull sadness makes the already clear lump in Sally's throat feel that much more unbearable, he didn't know how to resonate with it. So, he just put it back where he had found it, next to the trash. Once again he thought he would make his way back to his friends, but before he could even step foot out of the bathroom he heard a choked sob coming from a nearby stall. The person must have realized that Sally hadn't left yet and cupped their mouth with their hand. Sally knew it wasn't his business, so he should have left. He should have. But the pitiful noises that came from the stall tugged at his heart, so he stayed.

He stepped back from the door and made his way passed the stalls until he met with one where he could see a sour o green sneakers beneath the door. "Is this stall occupied?" Sally offered, hoping the person would find comfort in his presence. "No duh, fuckwad. Buzz off," Travis' shaken voice answered, he was the one who was sobbing. "Travis?,, where you just crying?" Sally asked, hoping his guess was correct. "Wha-? Sally face? No, what the hell! Cant a guy get some privacy,"  even when he tried so hard to be tough he continued to hiccup, though it was still muffled by his palm. "It's okay to have emotions, y'know," Sally tried, he wanted Travis to open up a little. He stayed quiet, until a few moments passed and he took his palm off of his mouth. Sally didn't say anything, just sat outside the stall Travis sat in and listened to him as he balled and balled.

But then he didn't have any tears left to cry, so all he did was dryly cough, sniffle and hiccup. "Do you feel beter now? After crying?" Sally prodded, he let his hand slide under the door of the stall, just in case Travis needed him. "Mmh," he sighed, he opened the stall door suddenly, his tired and puffy eyes looked down at Sally. Sally found him just as beautiful as before.

He closed the stall door behind him wordlessly and sat next to Sally on the dirty tiles, and for a while they sat. Even once the bel, rang, even once they got hungry. They just sat, in a sort of harmony that had never happened before. It wasn't a comfortable silence but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was all very.. neutral.

Travis pulled his knees to his chest, Sally watched as he did so. He rested his forehead on his knees and hissed when he accidentally  bumped his bruised eye against his jeans. His breath became laborated as he fell into a light sleep, his eyebrows never left his complexed expression, but it was far more relaxed. His peach lips fell open, a trail of saliva trickled to his jeans. His hair became ruffled, his eyes where still pink but they where far less puffy. You could still see the tears that stuck to his cheeks.

Sally stood up and grabbed some paper, balled it up and made it damp with lukewarm water. He sat on his knees, facing the sleeping boy and gently wiped down his eyes, cheeks, chin and nose. Sally never left him, not once.

Travis felt his cheeks redden, he hasn't been asleep for the past half hour and had felt the way Sally ever so gently cleaned his face, taking in his features with soft ocean blue eyes. Travis felt it all, Sally never knew.

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Ok done done done done woo woo idk if this is good, if not give me some tips pls

(I just heard a gunshot I'm nit kidding help lmao)

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