| "Hate is such a strong word" | - a salvis fanfic

16. Cleaned up

Uh heyyyyyy, I KNOW IT'S BEEN AWHILE OKAY- I TRY

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Sal POV:

"Uh- yea sure. Can I give you a long sleeve to put under the short sleeve?" I asked. I didn't really own many clothes that would fit him, that are clean at least. "Y-Yea that works," Travis replied. 

I walked back into my room, I ended up finding a black turtleneck, it looked to be around his size so I went with that. Although I'm still wondering, why does he need a long sleeve-? "Hey I got your shirt, it should fit, if not I'll get you another one," I said softly. 

He grasped the shirt and smiled weakly, He limped into the washroom shutting the door behind him. moments later I heard the shower start running.

Travis POV:

I walked into Sal's washroom, It was pretty normal. Although the floral shower curtains caught my attention, they were actually really pretty. Other than that it was a normal apartment washroom, except I did notice a freshly cleaned litter box. Did Sal have a cat? I wanna meet him.

I turned on the shower, but I didn't get in. Before I knew it tears were streaming down my face, shit no no no boys don't cry. I slid down the wall until I landed with my knees up against my chest. My face was buried in my arms as I let out muffled sobs.

What even happened at home? I opened my eyes to see Sal kneeling down beside me and the next thing I knew I was in Larry's car, with Father nowhere to be seen. What happened to him?? Why were there police officers?

I don't have time to think about this I need to shower before Sal thinks something is up.

I undress slowly stepping into the steaming hot shower, everything burnt so badly. It hurts so much, god I'm pathetic.

[Timeskip]
(After the shower)

I walked out of Sal's washroom to be met with an empty living room, where did they run off to-? Just a few moments later I hear a door open, Sal peaks his head around the doorframe leading into his room. "Oh hello there! I assume you're done?" Sal said walking out of his bedroom, he was wearing an oversized sweater that fell just below his knees, the sleeves covered his hands and he had white ankle socks on. It was almost like a dress on him yet I still found it adorable. "Travis?" Sal said waving his hand rapidly in front of my face, shit I was spacing out.  

"You okay?" Sal asked, I couldn't tell him the truth so I just nodded in response. He gently grabbed my uninjured hand and started leading me to his room. My face felt hot, why does he make me feel this way goddammit?  

We walk into his room, he closes the door behind him. Larry's laying on his bed playing on what looks to be some sort of game console type thing, I'm pretty sure it's called a "gear boy" I've seen advertisements for them around town. "C'mere I'll get you cleaned up," Sal said gesturing for me to sit on a beanbag placed conveniently in front of him.

I plopped down onto the beanbag maybe just a little too aggressively, I felt a stinging pain stream all throughout my body. I let out a faint wince only I could hear.  Sal pulled out the same fluid he had used to clean my wounds before.

You're such a burden. How pathetic, you can't even take care of yourself. He's doing too much for you. You don't deserve him.

I let out a heavy sigh. Sal took out a cotton pad and poured some of the alcohol-based solution on it. 

"You know what, on second thought I'm okay. I should probably head home anyway." I said frantically as I tried to stand up. Sal held me down, "Let me go f@ggot!" I yelled immediately regretting it. "Hey! Watch your language church boy!" Larry shouted, I flinched slightly. "Larry don't yell! he's sensitive!" Sal scolded Larry. I took the opportunity to stand up. I tried to make my way over to the door but Larry took notice of what I was trying to do, He jumped off of Sal's bed and blocked the door frame I was trying to escape from.

Sal quickly stood up and tried to drag me over to the beanbag again, obviously, I pushed him away. Larry came up from behind me, he picked me up under my arms. Larry was only a little bit taller than me so it felt weird getting picked up by him, he didn't even hold me in a comfortable way, he just let me dangle above the floor.  I tried to squirm away but Larry kept a strong grip on my arms. "Either you let me help you or you're stuck there," Sal explained with a cocky tone in his voice. "Fine, fine just let me go!" I said angrily, "Aw c'mon man this is fun!" Larry laughed, he still hasn't put me down. Sal burst into the cutest giggle fit I have ever fucking seen. I felt a small smile spread across my face as I also let out a chuckle. 

After we all stopped laughing Larry plopped me back onto the beanbag, He sat next to me while Sal ended up in front of me for better angles of my face. 

My face grew hot whenever Sal moved closer to me in the slightest.

God I feel so fucking gay it almost hurts.

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