The Chronicles Of SallyFace

are you ok? p2/3

Sal's pov:

"Good Morning Gizmo!" I was actually happy today, which usually is rare. I thinks it's how much I've been calling Y/n.
I'm smiling like an idiot brushing my teeth in the mirror messily, I'm completely distracted just thinking about them.
I threw on an Outfit I think Y/n would like. It's a little more put together then my usual. I feel good today, perhaps Y/n will notice my outfit and my effort to look nice for them.

Why do I care what Y/n thinks though....?

Just the thought of that made me face feel incredibly hot.

Certainly it's just the excitement of getting a new friend...right?

After I ate a meal of nasty dry ass cereal, I rushed off. My feet practically flew with excitement to get to school. What I didn't see was my Dad smiling, finally happy to see Me excited over something. (More like someone.)

Running off to Nockfell highschool, I completely ignored Travis and looked around for Y/n. "I'd know those headphones from anywhere." I mutter. Y/n always had on these adorable black headphones with red devil horns on top.
"Oh and I see Larry too!" I quickly rush over to them smiling stupidly under my prosthetic.

Before I reached them I heard, "Whatever you say babe." Escaping Larry's lips.

WHAT.THE.FUCK.

Oh.

this could all be a misunderstanding..

.I-i kinda liked Y/N. no one told me...

heh, my fault for thinking We could've been more.

I'm so stupid. 

I walk backwards, my feet moving sluggishly. I can't talk to them right now, I feel fucking stupid. My hands awkwardly move through my hair, and my vision feels fuzzy. I stare at them from the distance. I actually thought..somehow they might have liked me back. But who am I kidding, Me? With Y/n? Of all people. Sure they came off as antisocial and a bit of an ass, but It was all a cover..one that overtime I got to break. Y/n and Larry, my two friends? Sure at times me and Larry would talk about Y/n, but He never seemed to view them in a romantic sense.

Wait..perhaps it was obvious and I was blinded by my own subconscious... feelings for my friend.
I'm sick.
I'm so fucking sick.
My vision fades again, and small nervous droplets of sweat are forming on my face .

I need to go home.
I'm too nervous as of now.
Go home.
Go home.
Go. Home. Sal.

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Y/n's Pov:

"LARRY." I yelled , smiling as the lanky brown haired boy looked my way. His signature crooked smile flashed, as I made my way towards him. "Sup Y/n! How are you doing on this dreadful evening." My eyebrows shot up at his attempt at fancy words. Larry's level of vocab is usually third grader level. "Oh quite fine, kind sir." I said mocking his tone. He let out a deep laugh, "My teacher has us reading...'Hamlot...' Hamloot? Hamilton?"
I snickered at his mispronunciation of 'Hamlet' . "Hey don't laugh!" Larry yelled socking my arm playfully. "That shits hard to pronounce, ok?" He mumbles swiping his long tangled hair outta his face. Me and Larry always did playful banters like these daily. Though soon enough, the deafening ring of the school bell goes off and I link my arm with his."Come on Lar-bear," I say imitating his mother, Ms.Johnson whom has a habit of calling her son that. Larry frowns quickly but smiles, "Whatever you say, babe." He says with a wink.

I could feel my face going hot but I managed to stammer., "O-of course." Intertwining my hands also with his. Now it was his turn to go red. This lil "will they won't they" has gone off since Middle School. Me and Larry always joked that we were secretly dating, amongst our friends. But it's not like any of them , BELIEVED it.
We're painfully close..hell I was there when Larry's dad left. He was there for every pivotal moment of my life.
Maybe in some other universe, we would be. But not here... besides He's got a painful crush on a girl I don't know.

And I might have a crush on someone whom we both know.

We walked in hand in hand, geekily. I turned my head slightly to look at the sky, the sun's blare unforgiving. But I saw instead was, A flash of blue quickly walking back down the sidewalk. .

It couldn't be.

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- fin