Someday (Sal x Travis)

The Boy in the Bathroom

TRAVIS POV

I swung the bathroom door open and rushed in, tears filling in my eyes. I put my hands on the sink and look down at them, and then I look up at myself in the dirty mirror. My face was so messed up... I dropped my head again, letting the tears fall. I gritted my teeth together and almost started sobbing before I heard the sound of a stall door unlocking. I looked in the reflection of the mirror only to see bright blue pigtails and that stupid mask- prosthetic. 

SAL POV

I opened the stall door and looked at Travis. I saw him looking at me through the mirror's reflection. "Travis? Are you okay?" I walked up to him slowly before he swatted his hand at me to stay back. "Sorry," I said quietly. I sat down on the bathroom floor, leaning on the stalls. "Do you need to talk?" I looked up in the mirror. There was a new bruise on his face- one I didn't notice earlier this morning. I really didn't want to admit it, but a part of me was actually worried for him. 

"Why do you always have to show up, Sally Face?" He turned around aggressively to face me.

 "What do you mean?" I asked shyly.

"What I mean is- your stupid faggot ass always finds a way into my life!" He hissed at me. "And you're always trying to help. Just give up, does it look like-" He turned back to look at himself in the mirror.

"Travis, I know you're angry, but-" I stuttered, "but- I'm worried about you." 

TRAVIS POV

"Travis, I know you're angry, but- but- I'm worried about you." Those words hit me like one of Father's punches. 

"Worried?" I turned around again to make eye contact with him. 

"Yes, worried, Travis." He repeated.

I closed my eyes. "O-okay. Well, I'm fine. Stop worrying about me and work on your own issues. I've had enough of you and your faggot friends. You invade my life like you know what it's like and expect me to listen to you. You don't know what it's like. You don't." I opened my eyes only to feel tears running down my face. I collapsed onto the bathroom floor as I felt a warm hand grasp my shoulder and pull me in for a hug.

I know it's Sal. I can see blue strands of hair in front of my face. His scent was so comforting- it was a mix of cigarettes, lavender, and cinnamon. You'd think that cigarettes would smell bad, but not in this case. I lift my arms to feel myself hugging him back. What am I doing? What is going on? Tears are still streaming down my face as I felt his hand circle my back. I began to feel my face warm up from the thought of hugging Sal Fisher- why?

I heard the bathroom door open and we both released our grip. A teacher. 

"Travis Phelps, Sal Fisher, get to your classes right at this moment! Take your sweet moments elsewhere." She snapped at us, staring at me without a single ounce of pity. I wiped my tears and nose and got up. Sal followed me out of the bathroom and we both walked to our class- which happens to be the same. Oh, what a great start- I thought sarcastically.

(Hii again! I'm hoping this chapter was a bit more exciting than the last ones... it sure was for me! I loved writing this part because it was so meaningful. Thanks for reading, expect more tomorrow! <3)