Worth sinning for(Salvis)

Then Why the Hell are You Here?

(Sal POV)

After I stopped crying Larry called and said to come over to his place so me and Travis went over there.

When Larry opened the door he saw Travis next to me and laughed.

"Why'd you bring the blonde bigot" he laughs, Travis looked visibly uncomfortable rubbing his arm.

"Larry don't be a dick let us in" He moves and me and Travis walk in. Larry stares at Travis from the corner of his eyes.

"Let's go to my room" Larry falls back into his bed and I sit on the edge motions Travis to come sit down.

"So what'd you call us down for?" A smile spears on Larry's face as he kicks on some shoes.

"Let's go to the tree house." This can not end well. When we reach the latter I go up last after Travis. Larry's on his knees rummaging through the toy chest and Travis is on the ground. I sit in between them.

When Larry turns around hes holding a glass bottle and a small bag.

"I called you over cause I didn't wanna get drunk and high all alone, I'm not a loser" he laughs pulling out two cups.

"Wasn't expecting a blonde boy here so I only stashed 2 cups this morning" Not gonna lie I kinda wanted to smoke but Larry knows I hate booze and Travis was here.

"No Larry" Travis stops me.

"No it's okay sally face I need to get shit faced" I don't think I've ever heard him curse. Larry's doing a burn motion.

"Didn't think I'd ever hear the preacher's boy curse let alone see him get shit faced" Larry says with quotations.

Trav pours himself a glass of whatever cheap alcohol Larry stole and chugs it. I just pull out my gear boy while they drink.

(Time skip)

After a while we went back to Larry's room and then Larry passed out so I took Travis back to my apartment. He walks in front of me.

God he's kinda handsome. I don't know why but he is. I'm not gay or anything I mean I like Ash. A guy can admire his friend without it being gay. But sometimes I get that feeling in my stomach that I get around Ash around Travis. It's probably just because I'm nervous since he's a new friend. Yeah, that must be it.

The elevator ride up is quiet until Travis starts talking. He's drunk so he's mostly fumbling over his words.

"Y'know Sally Face your kinda cute did you know that" he smiles trying to lean against the elevator wall. My stomach flutters. He didn't mean it like that plus he's drunk.

"Right back at you man" I smile awkwardly. He laughs.

"That's gaaaaayyyyyy" he blurts. What the hell.

"Not in that way Travis in a friend way." His smile drops.

"What if I wanted it to be in that way?" He frowns. As the elevator opens.

"Your drunk Travis let's get you to bed" he doesn't resist and follows me to the apartment than my bed. He passes out in a matter of minutes.

What did he mean by that? I know Larry says random shit when he's drunk so maybe it's just that. I mean he's just told me he's gay maybe it was on his mind? I don't know. I'm going to bed.

(Travis pov)

I wake up feeling sick. The sun is too bright and I have a pounding headache.

Oh shit.

Me and Larry got wasted yesterday. I try to remember what happened but I run to the bathroom because I need to puke. I slam the door closed and vomit into the toilet.

"Are you okay Travis?" I hear Sal from the other side of the door. I wipe my face and reply.

"Yeah just a little hung over" then reality hits me like a freight train. I told Sal he was cute yesterday, and that I meant it in that way.

I'm such a faggot. I'm gonna rot in hell. I should just kill myself already. Then before I know it I'm no longer in my body only watching. Like that night.

I rummage through the cabinet and find a razor along with refills. My hands tremble as I dismantle the razor. I take one of the razors to my wrist. Then I can't remember anything until I'm bandaging my arms and pulling my sleeves down to cover.

When I walk out I see Mr.Fisher on the couch

"Hello Mr. Fisher" I wave pushing my hair out of my face.

"Hello Travis" He's watching TV and Sal's is in the kitchen.

"Travis" he smiles "I made breakfast do you like pancakes?" I love pancakes.

"Yeah" I responded plainly. He grabs two plates and he sits across from me at a small table.

"What do you wanna do today?" I don't know, I just enjoy being away from my parents.

Me and sal finish eating then sal goes to the bathroom to get ready. I wait on his bed. I'm about to drift off to sleep when I hear my name. And loud.

"TRAVIS" sal never calls me Travis something must be wrong. The door Burst open. He is holding something in his hands but he slams it onto the bed side table.

"What's wrong sal?" He looks like he's about to cry.

"Travis, show me your arm" oh shit. I pull up the sleeve on my right arm but he grabs my left arm pulling up my sleeve revealing the bandages.

"Fuck" he exclaims grabbing his forehead with his hands walking away from me. I start to cry when he turns.

"Why didn't you tell me Travis? Whatever it was, I would have listened!" He is standing right in front of me now.

"I couldn't tell you!" I cry. I want to tell him so badly that I like him but it's a sin I could never go through with it, plus he's straight and totally in love with that Ash girl.

"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE? I TOOK YOU IN TO HELP YOU NOT FOR YOU TO MOOCH OFF ME AND SLIT YOUR FUCKING WRISTS" he calms down "just tell me what's wrong"

I rub the tears off my face.

"Yknow what, fuck you too I knew you would never understand" I get up and grab my bag off the floor.

"I'm trying to understand, just tell me what's wrong!" I flip him off as I storm out of his apartment.