Cigarette And Lavender(Halfway Edited)|| Salvis || Sally Face ||

17

!! TW !!
Very descriptive child abuse

Travis' pov

I Awake early on sunday. I sit up, and rub the sleep from my eyes, before I realize that I should probably get ready for church. I stay in bed, and listen for a moment. The house is Eerily quiet. I sigh to myself before I get up and begin to get ready.

Once Im dressed, and ready, I head downstairs to grab something to eat. Theres no sign of my father. I peer out the window, to see his car is gone. I look to the fridge, to see a note.

I begin to jump around and flap my hands, in a random burst of energy and happiness.

No church

No punishments

No father!

I walk back up the stairs, and into my room. I throw myself back into bed. The note said he was going to be back tomorrow, so as long as he doesnt come back early, I can do what I want for today. Im going to start by sleeping in.

I lay there for about thirty minutes, before I realize Im not getting back to sleep. I sit up with a sigh, and draw back the covers. I retreat, from my bed, and cross my room ; into the bathroom.

I begin to brush my teeth, when I notice, that it looks like I've gained weight. I sigh to myself, before rinsing off my toothbrush, and heading downstairs.

I have No idea, what to do now. I think for a moment, before deciding to text sal.

___________________________________

Do you wanna
Hangout today?
My dad is out of
Town for today.

Yeah just let me get ready.
Meet me at the Diner on
The square in an hour?

Ok, see you there

___________________________________

I smile to myself, and flap my hands.

Why are you getting so excited about this?

I dont know....thats how friends act right?

~~~

I make my way across the street, I peer up at the sign.

Mia's 50s Style Diner

I make my way inside, and glance around. The colour scheme is red, black, and white. It has black and white, checkered flooring. Theres a bar at the front with red stools. Theres mostly booths with a few exceptions of tables in the middle of the room. To my right theres an old jukebox. The walls are mostly decorated with posters and album covers, from popular artists from the 50s such as Elvis Presley, Fats Domino, and Chuck Berry.

I glance around once more, taking in the beautiful Interior, before I see blue mop of hair, in the sea of red. I smile to myself and walk over to him.

He glances up at me, as I approach the booth he's in. I slide into the seat across from sal.

"hi...hows your day?" Sal questions. I clear my throat, before giving a response "its been okay..you?"