blood red // sal fisher x reader

Seven

Before I learned civility
I used to scream ferociously
Any time I wanted

There was something about you.

Sal had noticed you ever since your first day at Nockfell High. It was funny, really - he had told Larry not a long time before how boring this place was, how nothing exciting ever happened. And then there you were, walking into the classroom looking like a fallen angel, all black clothes and red lips. So enticing the blue-haired boy couldn't look away, and that's exactly what he did until the bell rang. Stared at you.

At first, he was thankful you hand't noticed his lingering eyes. Of course, who would like to be caught staring? But then, it grew old. With time, he started wishing you would notice. Sal even started watching you from a closer distance, hoping that one day you would turn around and see him. But you never did.

Larry would pester him about you at a daily basis, even when Sal himself stopped mentioning you. He would always tell him to go say hi, to lose his shyness and live life, but how could he? You turned heads wherever you went, that's how pretty you were. And he was just... Sal. Boring, old, ugly Sal - as he thought of himself.

So when you told everyone at your place that your name was Y/N, he almost said he already knew it. He couldn't believe his eyes that Todd's friend he had invited to hang out with them was actually you. So to say that he was ecstatic about what happened between the two of you was an understatement. The boy could barely contain himself. When you left his house together to return to Larry's, six-packs of beer in both your hands, he did everything in his power to stay as close to you as possible - walking beside you, sitting on the spot next to you, he even climbed inside the treehouse first to offer his hand to help you up.

Sal noticed that it had become incredibly difficult for him to not be touching you at all times. He tried to be as subtle as possible, seeing as Larry was there, but from time to time he would search blindly for your hand and lace your fingers together, or light a cigarette just so you could share it.

You returned every single one of his affections. Every time he held your hand, you squeezed his; every time he looked at you, you looked back and smiled; every time he said something funny, you broke down laughing. The rest of the night was fun and he kissed your cheeks goodbye with his prosthetic lips when you had to go in the morning. Things between you two had completely changed in a matter of minutes and he was so, so happy. He couldn't wait for the evening.

Except it never happened.

He got a text from you in the afternoon saying you wouldn't be able to make it. You didn't offer an explanation, didn't even reply back when he asked why. The four words you had sent him were everything he got from you that day.

He hadn't slept at all, even though he was exhausted from the effects of the drug he'd tried out for the first time, so he decided to check if Larry had already woken up. He didn't want to be alone, not when he couldn't stop overthinking and his brain had him convinced that he had fucked up bad. The poor boy kept re-reading the only text he had ever gotten from you. Can't make it, sorry. He tried to find any hidden meaning behind your words, any explanation that could be implied, but there was none.

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Cigarette hanging from your lips, you stood at your front porch, walking in circles. Your phone buzzed again, the third time in less than five minutes. You sighed before unlocking it, there weren't many people at that moment that wouldn't have you worried over a text.

It was Sal, again. You knew it was, he had been asking for a reason for your sudden change of plans. Truth be told, the reason was that you had instantly regretted everything as soon as you stepped foot outside of Addison Apartments. Like, fuck, what the hell were you thinking, cheating on your boyfriend like that? He had done nothing to deserve this, and Sal had done nothing to deserve being led on.