blood red // sal fisher x reader

Teenage Dream

Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

"What are we?"

Sal's words echoed in the silent room. You kept hearing them over and over inside your head, his inquisitive and pleading tone haunting your every thought. Not a whole minute had passed and you were already panicked. Of course you knew he would eventually pop the question, but you just didn't expect it to be this soon. But you did just touch him in ways that no one's ever had touched him before, so it's just fair that he thought you two were something.

You let out a nervous laugh, arching your eyebrows at him through the dark. "What do you mean?" Realizing just how awkward that had sounded, you cleared your throat before speaking again. "We're friends."

"I know, but" He bit his lip, thinking everything through. "Is this all we are?"

"We're... best friends?" You tried again, and a low, almost inaudible sigh left his lips. You knew you were about to hurt him, but there wasn't much that could be done now. "Sal, we never agreed on being something else."

"I know." He nodded, one of his hands finding yours in the dark and he squeezed it, needing the comfort even though you were the one bringing him pain. "But I thought... Well, we did things. Together. That I haven't done with anyone before. Have you?"

You instantly thought of James. "Yeah."

"Oh." He let go of your hand, slowly retracting his. "Ok, but... I thought we had something going on."

"And we do. It's just not what you're thinking."

Sal was quiet for a while, considering you words. He had no idea what they meant, and he also didn't know if he should ask you this. He sighed, a little louder this time, before speaking again. "So what do we have? Are we friends with benefits, is this what this is about?"

You shook your head, a sigh of your own escaping you now. "We're just friends, Sal. Just friends."

"But what we just did... Friends don't do this."

"Some friends do."

You couldn't blame him, and you didn't, but the situation was a little frustrating. You just wanted to have fun, and Sal was perfect for that. He was sweet, he was nice and caring, and so incredibly hot. And you trusted him. If only he would understand that being with you sexually didn't necessarily mean being with you, things would be a lot easier and you could maybe keep having those encounters. But it was clear that he had developed feelings, and the only thing you felt for him was lust. So maybe it was time to end this.

He sounded a lot sadder when he asked, "You... didn't feel it, did you? With me."

You knew what he meant, there was no need to ask for clarification. It would be a lot more painful to him if you made him elaborate on something so hurtful, so you just shook your head. "No. I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Sal assured, but his voice sounded far from okay. "It's not your fault."

"It's not yours either, I'm just... not emotionally available at the moment."

"Okay." He repeated, not knowing what else to say.

Minutes passed and neither of you said anything else, so when you felt like it was too much awkwardness to take, you got up from his bed. "Well, it's getting late and I have to go, my mom's gonna be pissed if I spend another night out. I'll see you tomorrow, Sal! Have a good night!" You said everything so fast he didn't even have time to answer before you were walking out his door. You waved his dad goodbye and bolted out of the apartment, dialing Ash's number.