Sal's pov
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After hanging out with charlie, me and travis start going back to the apartments.
He suddenly looks at me, and sighs, looking pissed. "Trav? What's the matter? Did I upset you? I'm so--", i begin rambling, not letting him speak. He cuts me off, "Sal! Let me speak! Please. How can I answer all of your useless fucking questions? God- Just shut up. Leave me be- I need to go somewhere. Bye, love you." I open my mouth to speak, surprised by how fast he said that, and I'm left there, Travis running somewhere, now out of sight.
I sigh, and begin speed walking to the apartments, and I hear footsteps.
They're coming fast, and I look back to see, surprisingly, Charlie running up to me, smiling.
"Sal! Can I hang with you at your place?", He asks, and makes a face. "Where's Travis?", he says, confused.
"First, yes of course you can! Second, he got all pissy and then ran off after saying he had to go somewhere. I dont know.", I reply.
"Well.. I'm sure he'll be back soon!", he says, patting my shoulder in a friendly manner.
I nod.
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Travis's pov ofc!
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Immediately after getting to my destination, my legs give out, my lungs burning, my throat cold. I regret everything I said to Sal. He deserves better.
I struggle to stand up, a little unsteady, and my lungs have eased up, but are still burning.
I look around, and there it is. My old bag. From the fifth grade. My eyes water up, and the tears pour, pour, and pour. Eventually, I just sob, and look up to see someone. At this time, its getting kind of dark, so its hard to see them, but they hold out a hand, and in a very sweet feminine voice, they ask me, "What's the matter?" I look up more, my eyes widening.
Theyre so pretty.
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i'll add l8r
