Not all flowers grow.. || Salvis

Five.

A/N: HAHA YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DO TRAVIS' POV BUT YOU GUESSED IT WRONG.

—Sals POV—

When I had gotten home I had been thinking about Travis. Is he okay?
What happened?
Do I need to go back?
Fuck.

I stopped when I was 5 blocks away from the apartments. Fuck it I'm going back I began running back probably looking like an idiot- that doesn't matter right now. At least those gym classes are paying off, I'm not that tired .😎

I saw as Travis' house was only a few more blocks away probably like 3 or 2 blocks I sprinted to the house that was now only a few steps in front of me. I saw that his light was on, I sneaked over to their backyard started throwing rocks at his window as I did before. He ignored me- his nightstand light thing was on, I grabbed another rock and threw it harder than before, he finally unlocked the window. HOLY SHIT, "TRAVIS WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HAPPENED." I yelled, his face was full of bruises and bad scratches "I'm fine, you have to leave!" he yelled back at me, not in a rude way or anything- "FUCK NO IM NOT LEAVING NOW LET ME THE HELL IN YOUR HOUSE" I began to run to the sliding glass door, I think he started to go to the doo as well- I don't know, he opened the door and I instantly grabbed his arm and started running.

--Travis' POV--
"SAL, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He just started to run faster, "Travis, I'm not gonna let you get hurt again."

We stopped at an old ass apartment complex, I used to see this apartment when I went to my old school in middle school. "Is this where you live?" I asked. "Yea." we went inside the lobby and went to the elevator, holy shit it was awkward.

He opened the door for me then went after me, "so.." he started "want to explain why the actual fuck you look like you fell down ten-foot stairs?" I didn't know what to say, crap what should I do- my thoughts were cut off when Sally face said "you don't have to tell me but if you do, please be honest if you do tho." his tone was soft and calming, I could feel my face get hot. What the hell- he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bathroom. "Sit down on the sink." I did as he said as he was grabbing the first aid kit, his bathroom looked pretty nice, the shower curtain had a floral pattern on it, the walls were a vanilla color. "Do you have any other bruises anywhere other than your face?" I had a few near my ribs that hurt like a bitch. "I have a few on my sides, but I can do those!" I slightly raised my tone. "Are you sure?" He asked, Why the hell is he acting so nice to me? Especially after what I did to him..

Sal grabbed a cotton ball then put on alcohol on it, I think thats what its called. He put his hand on my cheek and started rubbing the wounds, it felt.. Nice, and calming. I could feel my face get warm, what the actual fuck?
Is this..

NO, WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING? I'M STRAIGHT AND PLUS: THAT'S A SIN, AND I DON'T SIN. IM A GOOD KID- "Travis, You okay? I already finished." my thoughts were cut off by Sal, his voice was soft and calming like always. "Yea, sorry I just zoned out," I replied.

                               —Sals POV—

"It's fine." I started to put away all the first aid kit equipment and put it away in the bag, I then put it inside the cabinet where it was originally was.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked. "What is there to eat?" "Threes not much but there's left-over pizza, apples, moldy ass macaroni, and some more fruit.".

A/N:SORRY THATS THE END OF THIS CHAPTER BUT I WILL BE WORKING ON THE OTHER CHAPTER-