I Guess Blue Hair Does Suit Me

⭐6⭐

Travis POV:

I wake up first. I see Sal's blue hair messy and all over the place. Our legs tangled up. The blanket covering our waist down. I notice my missing shirt then Sal's. Last night hits me. I realize we are both naked. I slide out from under Sal, who's head was on my chest. I grab my clothes off the ground and run to the bathroom. I put everything back on and look at myself in the mirror.

Fuck! My first time and it was by a dude! My first time and it was a dude riding me! Not only is it a guy but it was pre marriage. I've never committed a sin this bad. Fuck! I'm a disgrace. I should just die.

My back hits the wall and I slide down. I feel warm salty tears escape my eyes. I try to hold them back but I begin to sob. I cover my mouth as to not be to loud.

I hear knocking on the door. "Trav are you okay" I hear his sleepy yawn at the end of his sentence. I think the worst part about last night was that I enjoyed it. How can I ever face father or mother again. "Yeah I'll be right out" I say through my tears. I'm not okay. Who can I even confess this to. If I confess to father I will be dead before I can finish my confession. "Let me in" his voice is different now. I think he realized, He sounds more serious. "Let me in now Travis, you're not okay" I reach my hand up and unlock the door.

He comes into the bathroom and sits next to me. Without saying anything he pulls me into a tight hug. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" He looks at me. He doesn't have his eye in and his hair is all messed up and needs to be brushed. His prosthetic left in his room. It hits me that he trust me to see him like this. Now I feel like a asshole for regreting last night. I wipe some of my tears with my hand. "I'm sorry" is all I can say while sniffling. He looks at me sad and confused. "Why are you sorry trav" he puts his hand on my face and I lean into the touch. "I don't want to make you upset" he wipes the tear running down my face with his thumb. "Trav tell me, I want to make sure your okay"

"I got upset about last night. Its not that I didnt like it, its just your a boy and I am too, and we aren't married. I'm mad at myself but I'm also glad I did it" I look at him worried about what he'll say. Waiting for his eyebrows to furrow and for him to yell but he doesn't. His face is calming. "Oh travy... its okay, you don't need to feel bad about anything. You did nothing wrong." He kisses my cheek. "Do you want some food to cheer you up?" I nod with a small smile on my face.

He let's go of my face and gets up. He puts his hand out for me. I grab his hand and he pulls me up. His fingers rough from playing guitar wrap around my hand. He pulls me to the kitchen and let's go. His shirt is long and baggy from being over sized. His plaid boxers ending at his mid thigh. He has old black socks on that only go to his ankle.

Sal takes out eggs and milk from the fridge. He takes a bowl from the cupboards and a pan from the oven. "Why do you store your pots in there?" I don't understand why because we don't do that at home. "Saves room for other things" he just shrugs. Makes sense.

I lean on the counter next to him and watch as he breaks the eggs into the bowl. The yolk getting on his black painted nails. He opens a few and throws the shells in a bag. "Why not throw them out" I'm so confused. "I give them to todds parents to use in their compost for their plants" I didnt know you could do that. I wonder if mother used to do that. She said that she used to garden.

He finishes mixing everything and puts it all in the heated pan. He stands at the stove mixing the eggs till they finish cooking. I stand behind him and hug him from behind. I lean my head on his shoulder and watch him cook. My chest pressing against his back. This is nice. I feel safe here.

Food finishes and is plated. I'm handed my portion and we sit on the couch to eat. "Travy would you ever let my dye your hair" he looks at me and takes a bite. "Father would kill me. Maybe when I move out"

"When are you moving out" he jokes "whenever I can" he looks like he's thinking for a minute. "Your 18 yeah?" ... What is he thinking. "Yeah? I am" his smile is followed by a chuckle. "You can live with me dude!" What?! Why would he let me? "I couldn't. I don't want to invade"

"My dads not here most the time, you can sleep with me, you wouldn't have to pay, its perfect!" I sigh. "Only if you let me pay for food" he shakes his head "what?! No!" I shake my head to "yes, I don't want to just be a free loader" he face palms "fine, but nothing else. Deal?" I nod "deal"

*POV end*