How Did We Get Here?

Second Opinion

Sally Face's POV

I woke up with the worst migraine and an urge to throw up, I made my way to the bathroom and let it all out. After I finished, I headed back to the couch, wait, I woke up on my couch. I look to the side and saw my Gin mask sitting on the coffee table and grabbed it, that's when I remembered, well some of it, it was really spotty, but from what I remember I got drunk at Zara's party, and, oh, I threw up on someone's shoes, wait, no just anyone. It was Travis, that's right, he brought me home, I hope I didn't say anything stupid. I sigh and sit on the couch, and I saw that there was a piece of paper on the coffee table too, it was from Travis.

Hey, I hope you are not too hungover from the party. Make sure you drink plenty of water.

P.S. meet me at the skate park after the sermon.

He must mean on Sunday, he actually wanted to talk to me, or maybe he will just tell me to back off, it's always so hard to tell how he'll react. I don't know what he is going through, but maybe he will confide in me. I was an idiot to think anything was going to happen when I went to Zara's party, I guess I got lucky that Travis found me though, I don't know how else I would have gotten home. 

I spend a while just sitting on the couch and drinking some water, eventually, Gizmo kicked me off and I decided to visit Larry. I know I can't tell him what's going on, but maybe he can still give me some advice. I enter his enter room and see him working on a painting, from the looks of it, he had been up all night. "Hey, Lar." I say as I plop onto the bean bag.

"Sup, dude." He waved before going to dip his paintbrush into the paint. I just watch him for a while, he always gets so focused when he paints, so I try not to disturb him too much. He learned how to paint from Ash, but he picked up quickly, I believe he uses it to vent out his emotions, and weed. I admire his paintings, they are all so full of talents, and emotion, I don't believe I could ever produce something so meaningful, sometimes I forget I even have emotions.

Eventually, he finishes where he's at and lays into the bean bag next to me. I assume he needs to wait for it to dry before continuing. He stretches out and groans before speaking "Watcha been up to?" He questions.

I shrug, "Just been working on designing my next DND character, but I'm stuck on her class, should she be a warlock or a bard?" I haven't actually been working on my character, but mostly because I've actually been stuck on that, then I got distracted. Larry, Ash, Todd, and I have DND on Mondays in the science lab. Larry is the DM, Ash is gonna be a barbarian, and Todd is a sorcerer, it would be nice to have another member but Niel can't make the drive out every week. 

"Obviously, a warlock, they are mysterious and have knowledge from their ancestors, that's cool as fuck, plus it's stronger than some goofy bard." Larry said like there was no question about which was the right answer. He was probably right, I would just be tagging along as a bard. 

I huffed, "Yeah, you are right, I just haven't been a bard, thought maybe I would test the class out, but not if it's gonna hold the team back. Other than that, I have been distracted by... um, boy problems." Larry gasped at that last part. I had never strictly said what my sexuality is, I guess it was obvious I just plan to date whoever the fuck I wanted. When I was younger I had a big crush on Ash, but after a while, I realized it was more of an admiration for her and who she is than actually wanting to kiss her. 

He sat up and looked at me, impatiently waiting for me to elaborate. I just chuckled and continued, "You see, I have been messaging this guy I met at Darin's party. He is handsome, and worries about me, but he grew up in a homophobic family. He doesn't want to admit it, but he is terrified to have the relationship go any further than just talking, we did make out at the party, but we haven't since. I just am worried to push him, I might lose him before I even had him." I rambled, it wasn't the exact truth but I think it was the best I was gonna get without spilling. I laid back against the bean bag and put my hands over my mask's eyeholes. 

"That's a tough one, but I think you need to act like the relationship is a swing," What? I looked at him confused. He sighed, "You should give a little push, and see if he pushes back, if he doesn't then back off, but if he does he might be willing to talk about what's going on." That actually kinda made sense, and in a way, I already did that, I pushed by going to Zara's party, and he pushed back by asking to meet.

I nodded "Not a bad idea, I think I will give it a try. Thanks, Lar." He just nodded back before getting up and playing some metal music, we ended up just hanging out for the rest of the day. It was nice to hang with him again instead of just keeping all my thoughts to myself. Lisa even made lasagna which was delicious.

Travis' POV - the previous night -

I ended up getting home late, which did not make my father happy, it didn't help that I had lost my good shoes since Sally had puked on them. This very much made him angry, and I wish he wasn't. He had to teach me to take better care of my shoes, and not stay out later than I was given permission, so he hit me across the face. It landed me on the floor where he lifted me up before throwing me across the room and telling me to do the dishes.

I scrambled over to the sink so he wouldn't have the chance to hit me again for not moving fast enough. He scoffed at how desperate I was to avoid him and then walked over to the living room to continue his show. I am just relieved I got away with Darin's party, though I'm not sure I will be able to meet Sally at the skate park, I should have picked a time during school but did not want to have to worry about the bell, or someone, Larry, walking in. I don't even know what I would say to him, "Sorry I am a sinful flamer who beat you up then kissed you." or maybe I could just let him talk first and see how it goes, but I get angry when things don't go the way I wanted, I don't want to beat him up again, it wouldn't be fair to keep flip-flopping. 

I need to tell him that I am not gay, I can't be. Why did I even kiss him in the bathroom, I should have just told him to fuck off. God will make me pay for my tendencies. I need to show him I'm sorry. I was almost done with the dishes when a plate I was drying slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, making a huge clattering sound in the process. Fuck. I heard him immediately stand up and start calmly making his way toward me. Not again. "Seriously, how much of a retard are you? Can't even do dishes correctly, fucking flamer." He grumbled out before knocking me across the face. I began apologizing profusely before quickly picking up the plate shards, not even caring if they cut my hands. He just continued grumbling insults as he returned to his show. After I cleaned up my mess, I continued the dishes and then head up to my room for the next. 

I had a long weekend ahead of me.