The Chronicles Of SallyFace

Lovesick fools

(Anytime I hear McCafferty or the Front Bottoms, I think of Sally face. Like the game in general, ong all the songs can be used for this game.; Anyways today's story is... drumroll please..🥁🥁🥁....THE 3 F'S. THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS, FLUFF, FLIRTING AND FUC- No I'm joking the third F is not the Devil's tango. It's actually Fun .🌝 Also Y/n's parents gender is not confirmed so I use Moddy and Per for the other. Moddy is mommy+daddy and Per is Parent shortened with an e)

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You are now reading: The chronicles of Sally Face written by Baby bird.
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It shouldn't have been this awkward but it was. I was mainly hper focused on the food on my plate not wanting to watch the scene unfold in front of me.
I was currently having Dinner with My parents/guardians...and Sal. Have they all met before? Yes, but my folks were... interesting. They didn't really..think before they spoke , so to say. Currently One of them was asking Sal if he could chew the salad or if he needed a special straw to drink with. I, naturally, rolled my eyes and flushed in embarrassment. "He can eat. Like any other person." I say rather icily. Sal looks at me with red cheeks , repeating what I stated. "Um yes! M-x...(Y/L/N) I don't have eating restrictions because of my um predicament." You glanced at him annoyed, "You're fine. They're the ones who need to stop." Your other parent, the one who was awfully quiet was now involved.

"Be nice to your Moddy, Y/N." They say softly. They always spoke softly. "It's not my fault, their treating Sal likes he's four." You mutter lowly enough for Sal and Your Moddy to not overhear. Moddy was now asking Sal some interesting questions which you could tell was making him uncomfortable but He was a polite boy and he didn't know what to do but answer.

"So sal..." They started drawing out the L in his name. "I hear you wear a prosthetic most of the time?" They question. Sal nods his head softly, "Um yes M/X." Your Moddy laughs and pats his shoulder gently, "Oh what a polite boy you are! No need to be so proper with me though,love. Please call me Y/P/N." Sal's eyes go wide. "um ok M/- I mean , Y/P/N." Moddy smiles with delight, "Oh yes. Anways are you sure you can chew that? It won't like hurt you or anything will it? I know it must be tough with that slit in your face... I can't imagine." They say stupidly. Sal stiffens visibly and you could tell he was suddenly self conscious. It was alot of effort and fear for him to eat around other people and here they were.. destroying what little self confidence he had.

Your utensils hit the table with a loud clash making everyone at the table suddenly alert. You were livid. You were practically seething as you wiped your mouth and suddenly stood up. "come on Sal. Let's go to my room." You say not even bothering to ask to be dismissed or acknowledging your parents. You walked to the other side of the table and offered your hand which Sal took quickly. "I'm going to my room; thanks for that lovely dinner. " You mutter. They didn't say anything as you walked upstairs.

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As you approached your door you heard Sal exhale loudly. You turn to him before opening the door, his hand was on his check.
By his scar on his mouth.

You gently touch his face, a frown on yours. "Listen..my um..Moddy can often say things not even realizing how dumb they sound or how insensitive they do." You seethe. You turn back around and open your door. You can feel Sal's hands snake around your waist, "It's ok..I'm used to it." Once you're both in the room you close the door gently, "Yeah but you shouldn't HAVE to be used to bigotry." Sal nods his head in agreement. Sal's been in your room of course but, he's still amazed every time. He looks to your record player and vinyl section. "Go ahead, you can play something." His face looks shocked , "Your parents won't mind?" You shake your head. "nope, why?" He answers while surveying your vinyls. "My dad usually makes me go the Larry's cause yk , basement." He laughs.