Travis' POV
Okay now don't ask me how exactly I got here cause even I'm not sure. One second, I reluctantly agreed to come over to Sal's next thing I know it's 2 am and we're both laying on his bed trying to sleep. However, I'm wide awake. I can hear him breathe heavily against the prosthetic that he just decided to sleep in even if he was facing away from me. My eyes were peeled open, and I tried to be as silent as I could while I lay awake trying not to wake the blue-haired boy that I assumed was sleeping. He was just a few inches away from my face which was flustered from him laying nearby. Then almost as if he read my own thoughts about him, I heard his voice, and even sleepy he still sounded angelic.
"You awake too?" It sounded more like a statement than a question.
"Yeah, can't sleep." I spoke quietly hoping not to disturb the apartment. He shifted under the blanket to face me having to slide up, so we'd be face to face, well face to plastic.
"Me neither I'm tired but painfully awake." He told me laughing but still keeping his voice down. "Wanna do something?" He stared at me looking bored out of his mind. I could tell even just from his eyes.
"Like what?" I questioned knowing Sal would try to rope me into something.
"Hmm, I could give you a stick and poke!" He giggled at the idea while I looked terrified having never done anything like that. "I'm joking Trav don't worry, we can just talk if you want?" I think he noticed how anxious I got because his offer to just talk was full of sympathy. it made me smile.
"yeah sure about what Sally?" I was hoping using Sally would be somewhat like how he called me Trav but I doubt it made him scream inside like his nickname made me. 'One-day id make him feel that special' I thought to myself before wincing at my own thoughts as if they'd bite.
"I'm not sure do you have anything to talk about? Besides the bible I mean." He joked but it was a bit embarrassing.
"Of course, I do!" I hissed before quieting down trying not to be too defensive.
"And that is?" He asked before I realized I really didn't have a topic. Not like I could just say 'hey I've been secretly in love with you ever since the first day of school, and I really need you to back up before I can't stop myself from kissing you' and god did I want to kiss him. "Travis?" I heard Sal say only a bit louder than a whisper realizing id let my thoughts drift away from the conversation at hand.
"Alright you called my bluff, I have literally no clue what to talk about." I admitted sheepishly before hearing him giggle it was really the cutest sound.
"That's alright we can just lay here, I'm really glad you came over you know?" Something about how he said it and the way he shifted closer made my chest flutter in an indescribable way. I felt the anxiety going right to my face turning me a shade of pink that caused me to bury my face in our shared pillow till I took a deep breath and could speak again.
"I'm glad I came too, this was nice, this is nice." I smiled at the ceiling turned on my back noticing when the smaller boy laid back with me.
"Can I ask you something? You don't have to answer but I have a question." He sounded almost afraid when he asked which set me off balance a bit I really didn't want him to still see me as a bully.
"Yeah, what is it?" I glanced his way not moving.
"The note-" My heart sunk. "In the bathroom that one time was that your note?" My eyes widened and I swallowed thickly.
"It was." I wasn't sure what else to say I couldn't lie, not now.
"Not how a boy should feel." he quoted refusing to look at me instead choosing to stare absently at the ceiling "who was it for?" I wish he hadn't asked that. I wasn't a stranger when it came to being at a loss of words, but this was a new level of fear. It took everything in me not to blow up not to cuss him out or get violent. I will never be like my father, never.
"Why does it matter." I huffed out not sure what else to say.
"That day, you seemed so sad you know? Like the entire world was your enemy. I was never your enemy." He sounded so worried it almost broke me the way he spoke I couldn't stand him worrying over me. I scooted onto my side and scooped him into a hug.
"I know you weren't, and I'm sorry I was yours. You didn't deserve any of that. I was angry and I didn't know what else to do because- fuck Sal because I love you." I felt tears in my eyes just hoping he wouldn't push me away just hoping he wouldn't be as sick as I felt somewhere deep in my chest. Then I felt him hug back.
"I love you too, Travis." After that, I felt both of us relax. My tensed muscles and eyes that threatened to sob all calmed down when we melted into each other's arms and eventually fell asleep.
