𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 !DISCONTINUED!

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟹

Travis slept on the couch last night, he woke up to the smell of fresh bacon.

He sat up and stretched. "Good morning." Sal said.

"Mornin'" Travis yawned, he layed back down. Sal walked over to him with two plates of eggs, and bacon, setting it down on the coffee table.

"Move over." Sal grabbed Travis' feet and pushed them off the couch, sitting down. "Fuck you." Travis mumbled.

"Your clearly not a morning person." Sal picked up one of the plates, shoving a piece of bacon under his prosthetic to eat it.

"Y'know, your a pretty good singer." Sal said.

Travis looked at Sal, "What are you talking about?"

"I heard you singing to Soda last night, your really good. What was that song you were singing by the way?" Sal put his plate back on the table.

Travis' face turned red. "You actually heard that?" He put his face in his hands.

"Yeah," Sal laughed, "It was really good, no need to be embarrassed. What song was it? I've never heard it before?" He asked again.

"It's a song I wrote," travis lifted his head up. "Wait really? That's so fucking cool!" Sal said.

"Yeah, I write songs when I'm bored sometimes, I don't know. It's dumb."

"It's not dumb, I think it's awesome. Actually, Larry, Ash, Todd and I are forming a band. You should join! We need another vocalist other than just Ash."

Travis looked at Sal, wide eyed. "Absolutely not."

"Why not?" Sal took another piece of bacon from his plate and ate it.

Travis crossed his arms, "Your friends hate me. Does Larry even know that I'm here right now?"

Sal sighed, "No."

Travis leaned back too. "And he doesn't know, why?" Sal didn't say anything. "Exactly. He gets mad just seeing me in the hallway at school. You really think he'd want me living here, let alone joining your band?"

Sal sighed, "Yeah okay, I guess. But I still want you to join! I'll talk to him."

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Sal walked down to the basement to Larry's room. "Hey Lar, can I talk to you?" He jumped onto Larry's bed.

Larry sat at his painting easel, "Of course. Shoot me."

"Okay so, don't get mad but.. Travis is upstairs in my apartment."

Larry turned around to look at Sal, "McFuckinScuse me?"

"Look, shit went down at home, and he needed a place to stay, so I'm letting him crash at my place for a few days."

Larry put down his paint brush and sighed, "Sally, my dude, do you have a death wish?"

"No Lar, he's already stayed one night, he hasn't done anything I swear. I told you that I wanted to prove that he's not a bad guy, this is my chance! Trust me on this one."

Larry walked over and sat next to Sal. "Okay fine. But if he tries anything funny, he's a dead man." Larry threw an arm over Sal's shoulders.

Sal nodded, "Okay, okay. Also, can he join the band?"

Larry looked at Sal, "Your joking."

"No I'm not! Travis and I babysat Soda last night, and I heard him sing Soda to sleep. The song he sang, he wrote himself! It was really good. I think it's a good idea." Sal said.