- Larry X Travis - {Smut}

Confession.

- Travis' POV -

LARRY! Fucking Larry! He turned me into a faggot, he's the one making me feel like this! I finally got to the bathroom, pulling out my notebook and my pencil from class, I jot down all the shit I wanna say, and then I shut up for a bit. It calmed me down—but.. I'm confessing my feelings for a male right on paper. This is a fucking sin! I'm not a queer! I finish writing the last words and think to myself; Father is gonna find out. I stop in the middle of what I was writing down and tears start to form in my eyes again, I see many tears fall down onto the paper as everything seems blurred from my tears. I scribble out the last words with Larry's name peaking through the scribble marks, I curl up into a ball and start to sob even more, I hate Larry but I love him, it's so damn hard to think! I slam open the stall door and rush over to the yellow-ish trash can, crumbling it up and attempting to throw the note in but missing. I didn't care enough to pick it up, so I just ran back to the stall and locked the door, why the hell am I feeling this way over Larry Johnson!? My father raised me to hate what I may be, shit shit shit! My thoughts kept on racing through my head as I gripped onto my hair with my face buried in between my knees. And that's when I hear the bathroom door open.

- Larry's POV -

Fuck! I follow Travis to the bathroom, hesitating before opening the door. Ugh. Something bad is gonna happen. I enter and hear sobs, I run my hand through my hair as I hear the sobs suddenly stop. Why in the hell is Travis crying?! ' ' ..Hello? ' ' I asked. No response. I looked around and saw a small crumbled up note that was ripped from a notebook. I pick it up and try to solve the fuckin Rubiks Cube Puzzle of actually opening the paper as I hear somebody whimper nervously. Seems like a pussy. Wait no that's Travis.. Eh, same thing. I go near some light to read the paper, and this is what I read.. :

I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different.
The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings I have are wrong.
It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole, just writing these words.
My father would kill me but I can't live in his shadows forever. I just—

And then it ends in scribbles. I knew that dude's dad was a shithead. Otherwise, how would he get that huge ass scar on his thigh and his bruises every day?? ' ' Travis, I know you're in there. ' ' I rolled my eyes, one hand in my pocket and the other holding the note. ' ' No duh, fuckwad. I'm not in here. ' ' I could tell he was holding back tears. I love his voice. ' ' Were you crying, man?- ' '   ' ' Was I? Go away, faggot! Can't I get privacy?! ' '   ' ' You're obviously upset. You wanna talk? I found this note an- ' ' I was interrupted by Travis opening the door and staring at me with a face smeared in dry tears, his face red and his eyes looking slightly up at me. ' ' You shouldn't have found that, shithead. ' ' He snatched the paper and sat back down on the toilet, looking down miserably. ' ' Listen, dude—I'm being nice and that's very rare from me. You can tell me anything. I wanted to get away from Todd's bickering about how hot his boyfriend is.. ' ' I chuckled and Travis lifted his head. ' ' So what the fuck was that all about? ' ' I closed and locked the stall door, leaning on it before crossing my arms and staring down at Travis with a serious look. I saw his face become slightly red.' ' U—Uhhm.. ' ' He stuttered while wiping away a few tears. ' ' It's my father. He's been hitting me, abusing me. Treating me like a fucking animal! I wake up, and he just hits me, punches me! He slaps me atleast 6 times a week— ' ' Travis started to speak incredibly fast, running his hands through his hair and gripping onto it, spitting out all he had to say. I just sat and listened. All that shit.. it all adds up. ' ' He seems all jolly and shit at church and in public, but really he's a homophobic empty hearted bitch! I've liked a boy, it's isn't the way I should feel, father found out and he knows Im sinning! I love somebody the opposite gender of me, he found out about you and he always says—'You arent around that boy, right? You aren't around Larry, right?!' And I always say no! But I love being around you! He can't know my secret! ' ' Travis began to cry even more.

' ' He can't know I'm in love with Larry Johnson! ' '

870 words, also, a cliffhanger 😈😈😈