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

This shits getting scary

(TW: STRONG LANGUAGE, (POSSIBLE) SEXUAL INTERACTIONS, TEDDY BEAR BY MELANIE MARTINEZ)

Sal POV:

I walked back to the apartments with Travis, Chug and Maple. Todd and Neil stayed behind cuz Todd's dad was gonna pick them up, and Lisa drove us there, but she wanted to stay with Larry. Ash stayed with her, just cuz shes basically nocturnal. When we left, Larry seemed to be crying. I mean... He did hit the floor pretty hard. All I understood out of him was 'Sal. I love you' and then he mumbled nonsense and fucking dropped. It was all so weird. Chug, Travis and I heard Larry let out a blood curdling scream. I just wonder what got him so worked up. Hopefully he can remember it well enough to tell us... Unless he couldn't bare to relive it, and if it was the case, I wouldn't blame him. It would be alright with me, 100%. I just want what's best for him. I was also trying to focus on Travis and I. Especially since Maple and Chug convinced us to ask each other out. We kinda blurred it out at the same time, and we shared a laugh with it. It was nice so far. Nothing really bad had happened aside from... Well, Larry, but we were both glad he was okay... Or... At least as okay as he could get.

We all made it back to Addison's, leaving to our apartments, Chug and Maple going to Chugs place, and Travis and myself going to mine. Travis and I sat on the couch, cuddling as Gizmo rubbed against us. We had just let the TV run as we left, so Gizmo could watch it, but he just kinda laid with us. I guess he could tell I wasn't exactly in a good headspace, especially after what had just happened with Larry.

I soon fell asleep, my head on Travis's chest, Gizmo asleep on mine, and Travis just laying on the couch, playing with my hair. Everything felt okay again. Like every bad thing just went away.

(Time skip, cuz I'm the author and I said so :^)

Travis and my dad had gotten into an argument over my safety. Of course.

"Travis, I think it's time you went home."

I could see fear flush over his face, so I decided to step in. "Why should he?"

"He tested his luck staying the night, but your little friend told me you two were dating. I just don't trust him here."

"So what? I don't get to have friends just cuz I'm fucking bi?"

"Watch your mouth, Sal. I know you think you are your own person, but you are still my son living under my roof."

"So what?! You send him home, I'm going with him. End of story."

"Then get your fucking bag packed."

Is he serious?! He was gonna fucking kick me out just cuz I'd rather have him in a safe place than at his fucking dad's?!

"You know what, Dad? Why do I take this from you?! You're an abusive drunken asshat that can't keep a fucking job!"

"Sal. Go pack your fucking bag."

"Oh no no no, I'm not fucking done! You'd rather kick me out than try to LISTEN to what Travis has going on at home--!"

"Uhhh, S-Sal?"

"Not now, Travis. Dad, you're a piece of shit that can't handle when your own ass is handed to you, so when it is, you try to make the person that handed it to you kiss it. And I don't know about anyone else, but I'm fucking done with kissing your ass. You don't care about me, and I'm sure as shit that you didn't care about mom either!"

"SAL, GO PACK YOUR BAG BEFORE YOU'RE ABANDONED IN THE FUCKING STREET!"

The room went dead silent. We just stared at each other before I walked to my room and packed all my shit. Pictures I had with Larry, pictures I had with Ash and Todd, the one picture I had of Todd and Neil together. Everything. Even the walkie talkie that I gave to Larry since I let Todd use his for the Super Gear Boy. I packed all my clothes, all my paintings, Gizmos cat food and my fucking bedding. All of it was out of my room. I put Gizmos harness on him, and put him on his leash. I walked out, looking to my dad before spitting a few final words at him.

"Burn in hell, you son of a bitch."

And with that, Travis and I left. But... Where were we gonna go..?