Indigo Lovers {Salvis}. (DISCONTINUED)

Kiss

Sunday was.. Rough. Dad talked about gay people in service. He said that they needed to repent, and they were sinning yes but not to judge them. Instead lead them on the 'right path'. AKA go to conversion therapy or conversion camp. The whole time I tried to act like I was paying attention. My mom lucked out and just had to help in the kitchen and didn't have to hear his bullshit.

When service ended I went to the women's youth group room. You see, all adults are together, then there are men and women youth groups and one big one for the kids. The guys learn that they must punish their wives if they do not dress modestly and the women learn how to dress modestly. I know about both considering I've had to go in there before for something during service and I've been in the men's service but Father needed me in adult service so I could learn how to be a preacher. And one day, take over the church.

Well, when I went in there mother was already helping father count the donations and I started to as well. "436$, not bad. Last week we only had about 250$ so that's an improvement."

Father said, on the way home in the truck it was quiet. Like every day in the truck with my father. When we got home.. Mom and dad got into an argument over some cross going missing. Dad called mom a slut, mom called dad a bible thumper, dad then said she dressed like a prostitute, mom said dad had a cross up his ass. And then that's when I knew dad had hit her since the noise stopped. I waited a little till I heard the sink water running in the bathroom. He got her good.

I got up and opened the door to see my mom leaned over the sink letting blood drip out her mouth. Busted lip. I grabbed a rag and took a second to run hot water over it. I grabbed some gauze to help slow the bleed. Sadly we couldn't bandage it but she was left with a nasty bruise. She thanked me and left. Like normal. I never got actual praise.. I hated home.

I didn't understand why my parents were together if they hated each other so much. I checked the clock in my room and it was 4pm. I hadn't smelled dinner which meant mom wasn't cooking dinner tonight. AKA make what you can. I chose not to eat.

The next morning was normal. Got up, covered bruises, changed, and whatnot. I consider myself lucky these past few days, the bruises have started to fade and dad hasn't hit me since last sunday. But, I know it's coming, and soon. When he dropped me off he didn't sayanything so I got out. He started driving off pretty much the second I was on the grass.

It was just Sal and Larry today, apparently Todd had got the flu and Ash left early for holidays. It was gonna be just us, we had today and tomorrow which were full days Wednesday was a half day. We all decided on a sleepover on Wednesday, we'd meet at 4pm at the park.Then we would walk to Sal's place. Wednesday came surprisingly quick. My mom picked up, on Monday I had already discussed the sleepover and I could go.

Once the clock hit 3:55 I headed out with the things I needed. I was nervous, not for the sleepover but for tomorrow when I got home. Almost 2 weeks without being hit by my dad, I was terrified that those 2 weeks of nothing would come in one hit. No, Travis don't think about him. You're gonna be with your friends, have fun, and don't stress. I made it to the park just as it was 4. I didn't live far from it. When I got there Larry and Sal were on the songs, Sal's hair wasn't in a ponytail today, instead it was down and it looked almost like a mullet, shit. I really am gay. Just for him though.

I walked across the gravel and the two looked up, "Trav! You made it!" His voice made me smile. I simply nodded and sat on the ground beside him. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Now, not to seem rude but can we hurry and go to your place? My dad comes down through here going home and I don't wanna get caught by him." Sal chuckled a little but nodded.

He picked up my bag and the three of us started to walk to the old apartment building. On the way Larry ditched us for some guy he knew, I think it was probably his dealer or a side chick. Either way, me and Sal continued. When we got there the smell of his room calmed me. Weed, cologne, and peppermint. It was the body wash and shampoo he used that made the peppermint smell. All together on him made him smell like froot loops and a tinge of weed.

But, in this case you'd have to really know the smell to indicate it on him. We did the norm, eat, drinking a little, but we didn't get drunk or high this time. By drinking a little it was like a can of beer and then we stopped. "So, what do you wanna do know?" Sal had asked me, his prosthetic was already off and all I could think about was the night at Larry's. I didn't even realize I had zoned out when Sal started waving his hand in front of my face. "Hellooo earth to Travis." He said with a smile on his face, he was obviously just teasing me so I chuckled a little.

The room was quiet for a little before I turned to him, "Sal, would you maybe like to uhm.. Watch a movie sometime together? Or just hangout, maybe this saturday?" I asked him and saw his cheeks flush with pink and soon enough a grin slid on his face. "

"Is the homophobic 'i'm not fag' Travis Phelps asking me on a date?" He asked with a small chuckle.

I felt my cheeks burn, and knew. I knew I was blushing. LIsten, even though I just asked Sal out, it feels wrong. A boy, especially me, shouldn't feel this way. Am i just fag like the others? I don't care that Todd, Larry, Sal and even Ash all like the same gender and more, but for me? I'm supposed to be a Phelp. The Phelps aren't gay. But.. I know I atleast like guys.

I realized I hadn't said anything but I turned my attention back to Sal. "Yes. I am. So do you want to?"

"Travis. I've been waiting for this moment for over a year, yes. Saturday 5pm, my place. Don't be late."

I could feel my cheeks starting to burn again. I was going on a date with Sal Fisher. Me, Travis Phelps was going on a date, with a guy, but the guy was Sal. I didn't hate myself, and it didn't feel like I shouldn't go. I was happy to go. 

The rest of the night we listened to music, and even made a playlist of our combined music. Metal and indie in this case go really well together.

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This took so much longer then expected it's not even at the amount of words I wanted it to be at. It came in at about 1240. I had wanted it to be 2000 but ran out time. It took me like 2 weeks. Anyways, I'm gonna take a huge break from writting till the new years. Maybe one more chapter then im gone for a while. -Author