I Need You.. (Sal x Travis- Travis's Pov)

Off Brand Cheerios

Sal grabs Travis's hand leading him out of the store. Travis drops the burrito not wanting to be accused of stealing.

"Uh- where are we going" Travis is so confused, but also worried someone he knows may see him with Sal

"To my house. You think I'm just going to let you wonder around town with no where to stay?"

"Actually, kinda" Travis shrugs still walking will Sal being led back to his house.

"It's just down here not much farther. Oh you're okay with cats right?"

Travis's face lights up. "Yeah! I love cats! I used to have one. But my father threw him out." Travis shrugged that memory off, somewhat excited to see the cat.

"That's horrible, I don't understand how someone  ca- oh! Here's my place- well my apartment complex." Sal continues to lead Travis inside. They go inside the elevator.

"Why was he upset? Your dad I mean..what was the reason he hit you?" Sal keeps his head to the floor.

Travis stays silent. Not wanting to respond.

"I understand if you don't wanna talk about it. But anyways, this is our stop" They both get off, Sal opens his apartment door and walks inside letting go of Travis's hand.

Travis didn't even realize they have been holding hands the whole way here. He didn't mind.. No im not a sinner stop. He thought to himself over and over again.

"Uh- Travis? You can come inside it's okay"

Travis looks up "Oh- Sorry" He walks inside. He looks around. Noticing how different it is from his house. He doesn't see crosses on the wall. Or bibles all within the bookshelves. And for some reason, it gives him a feeling of relief.

"You wanna grab some food real quick? I can make something or we can just snack. It's up to you." Sal says as he's looking through the fridge. Travis didn't even notice him walk over there.

"Snacking should be fine I dinr want to bother you by making you cook"

"It's no bother! I like cooking. But snacking fine, I can make something later. Hmm..how about some cereal? I have frosted flakes and off brand cheerios. My dad loves those cheerios. He says they taste better than the normal ones. They really just taste like cardboard." Travis can't help but let out a small chuckle

"Yeah cereal should be fine" Travis walks over next to Sal

Sal walks over to the cabinet and opens it. And Travis could see a look of annoyance one Sals face.

"Goddammit my dad put the bowls up high again" Sal was trying to jump to grab one. Travis was watching in amusement.

"I can help you, you know I'm taller than Larry." Sal looks over and nods. Travis walks over and grabs the bowls easily. "Ha, Loser"

Sal jokingly pushes Travis and grabs his bowl from his hand. Sal starts making his bowl.

"Go ahead and make yours done worry I won't bite. Really, I can't through the mask"

Travis smiled a little and he could tell Sal was too. Obviously the mask hid his face. But he could tell that Sal was smiling by his eyes. Honestly Travis could tell Sals mood almost always by his eyes. He would never admit it but Travis looks at Sal alot. Especially his eyes.

Travis starts making his bowl. Sal walks away and goes and sits on the couch. Travis couldn't see it since the fridge was in the way but Sal was talking to someone.

"Gizmo it's my turn with the remote!"

Travis didnt think Sal had any siblings but when he looked over he saw Sal having a conversation with a cat. And the cat wouldn't let Sal have the remote. Travis wasn't expecting this when he thought of the cat Sal was talking about.

Travis sat down next to Sal. He started eating his cereal. Staying quiet as Sal gave up on getting the remote.

Sal would lift up his mask slightly eveytime he took a bite. Travis would look over. He could see a little bit of his face but not much. He stopped staring and finished his food.

"I needed that...uhm..thanks or whatever" Travis felt so weird. His stomach has butterflies. And his cheeks were getting warm again.

"Don't mention it" Sal finished his too. He got up and told Travis to follow to his room.