Save me, please. -A Salvis Fanfiction

Friends

Sal's Pov:
He rushes out of the cafeteria and I'm still processing what he just said. My chest tightens and I have to fight back tears. The urge to run after him and take him into my arms rises up and I try to push it down.

It's not like I haven't heard these words before. It's not like he never called me a freak before, but this time it was different. For some weird reason it affected me a whole lot more now than it did before. I try to shrug it off but it doesn't work.

I actually thought something changed.

I let out a sigh and start cleaning up the food on the floor with some napkins, ignoring all the people staring at me. Also something I was used to.

I hear steps approaching while I'm sitting down and Larry comes to my side, grabbing some napkins.

"Dude, what the fuck was that just now?" He whispers and I look up to see his face. We hold eye contact for a second and then I let out another sigh. I wish I could answer that question.

Larry starts helping me clean up and I thank I'm in my mind.

"I guess I just got too close to him. Shouldn't have approached him like that." I answer, taking the tablet and putting it back on the table that Travis sat at.

Larry gives me an annoyed look and stops cleaning for a second.

"Man, no, that fucker has no right to talk like that." he sounds pissed and I can't blame him.

"It's Travis, Larry, I shouldn't have bugged him. It's fine, I'll just leave him alone." I sigh and make my way back to the groups lunch table, Larry following me.

"You alright, Sal?" Ash asks as I sit down, "That was quite a show."
Her face looks genuinely worried but I just brush it off, with a gesture in her direction.

It's moments like these that I'm glad I'm wearing this stupid prosthetic, no one can see how upset I actually am.

Slowly my friends start picking up their conversations again, just Larry still gives me a worried look. He's the only one who can see right through me.

Another thing is going through my mind. How the hell am I supposed to help Travis out of his home, when he won't talk to me? He for sure won't just come with me.

I need to talk to him.

With that thought I quickly stand up and mumble something about going on the toilet before leaving the cafeteria and sprinting down the hallway.

Like I know him, he's probably sitting in one of the stalls in the boys bathroom, so that's my first destination. I carefully open the door and hear quiet sobs in the last stall.

It seems like he hasn't noticed me yet so I make my way to his stall, being careful not to make too much noise.

In front of the door, I swallow and try to calm down my racing heart. Shit, why does he make me feel like that?

"Travis? Is it okay if I stay?" I say in a soft and quiet voice.

I hear him gasp in surprise. Then he shuffles on his toilet and I hear a small "mhm-hm".

I let my back slide down on the door, just like I did a few days ago when we had our first talk in this bathroom. Hopefully I can manage to calm him down.

When I came in here, I wanted to think of some excuse why I kept bugging him like this but suddenly I feel the strong urge to be extremely honest. Travis draws me to him in a way I've never felt before. It's normal for me to be the type to worry and care a lot but with him it's a different feeling. I'd give everything for him to be alright. And I don't even know where all of this is coming from but when this realization hits me, I'm too stunned too speak for a few seconds.