Please Come Back (Completed)

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((( 😍 So when I decided I was going to write this, I was hanging out with my bf and I was like, "omg I love him so much" And because I literally based this fanfic on us I wanted to write another chapter about this because I thought it was depressing that Sal and Travis didn't make it together while me and my boyfriend were doing just fine and then the next day he broke up with me. So I was kinda holding off on this chapter. But you guys still deserve it ((((even if it's not much)))) 😕 so um, here's your alternative universe chapter ig )))

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Sal walked into the house, locking the door behind him.

"How was work?", Todd said, sitting on the living room couch.

"It was alright. It sucks, but I'm making good money", Sal sighed.

"Larry would be proud", Todd smiled.

"Yeah... I know he would be", Sal gave out a hopeless smile, the scars on his face seeming to crack further as he did so.

"Is Travis home?", Sal asked walking over to the stairs, not going up quite yet.

"I haven't heard him leave", Todd nodded, looking back down at his book and flipping the page.

The blue haired boy made his way up the stairs to the room he and his partner had shared, to see Travis sprawled across the bed.

"Good morning, beautiful", Sal chuckled, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Travis places his finger to his lips that were gently formed into a smile, slowly opening his eyes. "How was work?...", Travis adjusted himself a bit.

"It was good", Sal nodded, sitting next to his boyfriend, and gently ruffling his hair.

Travis let out a comforting sigh, before grabbing Sal's hand, holding it tightly. "I love you...", He murmured.

"I love you too... Do you want to go get something to eat?", Sal tilted his head.

"Hmph... Sure", Travis slowly sat up, stretching his arms out with a quiet yawn.

"K, go get ready", Sal smiled, patting the blonde boys thigh. (Who was barley blonde anymore, his hair was quite long now and his roots had grown out quite a bit)

Travis nodded and silently left the room to go fix up his hair in the bathroom.

Sal got up, making his way over to his desk and rummaging through it, before pulling out a small black box... And shoving it into his pocket with a smile on his face from ear to ear....