→sally face oneshots← [mostly Travis and Sally]

travis/sally

Hi, I'm rlly trying to improve my writing y'all ;[ I feel like when I write I don't make much of a story I'm just describing scenes instead of creating a feeling or plot :(((( so this chapter is a practice chapter!!

song: i love how you love me by Jeff Mangum
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Travis sat with his tangled hair beneath his comforters, his blond locks looked disheveled and messy. His eyes felt puffy with sleep, his eyelids glued together with sticky, crystallized tears. Today he had made plans, he felt uncomfortable with making plans with people he thought hated him (or deserved too) but he loved them, so there he was. Sitting at the edge of his bed, deciding what to wear with a tired mind. His brain felt cloudy.

He stood, a headrush nearly brought him down but he continued to his closet, it was small but held many folded linens. Some covered in dust, some recently worn, some to small for his frail frame. He decided what to wear quickly, just what he usually wore. A purple knit sweater that had dark forest green patches on the elbows, jeans and some muddy converse. He decided to wear his cross necklace beneath his sweater, he didn't want to make them uncomfortable. Them being Sal and his large group of buddies, they where going to hang around Addison apartments. Maybe play some video games. He let a heavy sigh rake out of his lungs and opened his bedroom door, taking a deep breath.

He quickly made his way to the bathroom, brushing his hair and teeth with little to no interest at all in really looking all to good. He did bother to borrow some of his fathers cologne, hoping to God he wouldn't notice. He looked himself in the mirror with dead eyes, he wasn't happy with his appearance. A swollen eye, deep eye sockets, sunken cheeks, greasy hair. But it was what he was working with, so he decided to quit thinking about it to much.

He gathered his items, a bag full of some food, a large black zip-up if it got to cold and a toothbrush, just in case they decided to stay longer, or even for a night. Though he doubted that Sally and his friends would like having him there, but a small voice in his head told him they might have a small slot in their hearts for him. A small slot.

He made his way downstairs with light steps, his father was downstairs, reading a newspaper. Though when Travis made it to the bottom of the stairs his father turnt his attention to Travis, his heavy demeanor scared Travis to his core. He wanted so badly to hangout with his friends, even if he might have to make up and excuse to get there.

"Where are you going, Travis," his father enquired, his voice felt heavy on Travis' ears. "I'm going to go study with some classmates, we might have to stay late for a project, though." Travis swallowed, he nervously looked to his father, he seems to have bought it. "Don't come home until you've finished your assignments, got it boy?" His father sighed, flipping his newspaper up in front of Travis. "Yes, yes of course father," Travis smiled at his shoes. Fast enough he was out of there, nearly skipping his way to Addison apartments.

On his way he listened to some tapes from his Walkman, one was actually given to him by Larry. He quote and quote 'wanted to teach him real music'. And so he listened to the many genres of music, mostly ranging towards rock or alternative. Though his father had taught him that that music was for satanic worshippers, he quite enjoyed the music. Or maybe he enjoyed disobeying his father, even if his father had no clue of his behavior.

The front door of Addison apartments cracked open, a boy with blue hair and a porcelain face stood before Travis. "Hey Travis! You made it, everyone's waiting inside for you," Sally happily chattered, though Travis paid near to no mind, he was more so focused on Sallys' visible collar bone, it's untouched skin was a smooth and pale as snow. A small mole was located on the crook of his neck, Travis had noticed.