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

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Im trying to practice basic conversational phrases for French class so theres some french in this. Anything that is writing (like this) is a translation.

Travis's pov

I feel my face grow hot as I stare shamelessly at the boy standing before me, wearing a black cropped shirt with netted sleeves, and a purple pleated skirt. His hair is down today, and looks as if its bean cut. Messy curls stick out, making me wonder if his hair is naturally curly.

"Did you get a haircut?" I question, as I come to stand next to him. "Yeah, I got bored last night and cut it. Do you like it?" He responds whilst looking up at me.
"Yeah, it looks great. Is your hair naturally curly? " I question. "Yeah, I just didnt bother to straighten it today." He says with a yawn.

"Dont you think it's a bit chilly today to be wearing that outfit?" I ask while tugging on the fishnet sleeves lightly. "No it's not that bad, it's supposed to get warmer later in the day." He states.

I nod my head, as I see our teacher arrive, and unlock the classroom door. I quickly find my seat. "Why'd you ride with Ash this morning? I thought you guys didnt like eachother." Sal says as he takes the seat beside me. "I guess my father knows her parents, he invited them to breakfast. Mrs. Campbell drove us." He nods his head in response, as the teacher begins to talk.

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I rub the bridge of my nose, as I walk out of my 4th period. I hate Ms. Vetor with a passion. The lunch bell rang only moments before, and I find myself not wanting to go to the cafeteria. It's too loud, and its not like I have anyone expecting me. Sal has offered to let me sit with him multiple times, but I know his friends dont like me and it'd probably be quite awkward.

I could go behind the school and bum a cigarette off that french kid that's always back there. I have yet to learn his name. I should probably ask him.

I make my way to the end of the hallway, before heading out of the back exit. He stands there, his combat boots planted to the ground, his brown hair wavy, and his hand holding a cigarette. "Hey! Est-ce que je peux en about un?" " I yell from the door. "Coucou!" He yells, as he motions me over to him. I walk across the wet grass, and to him where he hands me one. "Comment allez-vous?"

("Hey can I have one?" "Hey"  "how are you?") 

I remember when I first met him I couldnt understand a single thing he said. All I knew was that he was french and that he gave me cigarettes. I began to take french classes in sophomore year so I could talk to him. I'm not the best at it but it's better than nothing.

"Comme d'hab." I say as I light up the cigarette, and toss the lighter back to him. I clear my throat. "Comment t'appelles-tu?" He chuckles lightly, "Je m'appelle Benoit." I nod my head.

("Same as always."  "What's your name?"  "My name is Benoit.")

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment.

I take a final hit off my cigarette and crush it with my shoe. "Merci beaucoup. À plus tard!" I yell as I walk back into the building.

("Thanks alot.  See you!")

I glance at a clock hanging in the hallway. Theres still twenty minutes left of lunch break. I leave the building once again and head the football field. I sit out there sometimes, its peaceful.

Once I make it to the football field, I sit under the bleachers. I pull out my journal and begin to write a new entry.

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Sal's pov

Im walking the halls looking for Travis, because I didn't see him at lunch and he didnt answer my messages. I walk to the parking lot, I see the boy I met the other day, Ben.

I look at him for a moment, before his eyes find mine and I wave at him. He holds up his hand and signals me over to him. I walk across the parking lot. "Hey stranger." He says as I approach him. "Hi. Have you seen Travis?" He let's out an awkward cough. "Um..no. Why would I know where he's at?" He asks "well I just assumed you knew him. He knows you." I say whilst picking at the nail polish that coats my fingernails. "Some,...stuff happened the the last time we talked and we got into an argument and haven't spoken since." I nod my head. "Well I'm going to continue looking for him."

I make my way through the school, and out the back doors. A tall boy with brown hair stands back there holding a cigarette to his mouth. I smile at him politely, before walking past him. I'm about the round the corner when he speaks up. "If your looking for the blonde boy he went to the football  field I think." His heavy french accent makes it hard to understand him. "Oh okay. Thanks!" I say as I turn around and head the direction of the field.

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I walk across the field towards the bleachers, hoping to find him out here. I know he comes out here sometimes. Wind flows through the chilly autumn air, causing me to shiver when it hits my bare shoulders.

I Arrive at the bleachers, before looking around a bit. No sign of him. I'm about to walk back towards the school, when I see his head pop out from behind the bleachers. "What are you doing out here?" I shout. "Writing. Why are you out here?" He questions, as I approach him. He's sitting in a tiny chair that was probably taken from the elementary. I feel the corners of my mouth tug up. "Nice chair." I say with a laugh.

"I know right. Isn't it fabulous?" He says in reply. He smiles up at me as he tucks his notebook into the safety of his book bag. "I was just about to head back, wanna walk with me?" He asks as he slings his bag over his shoulder. "Of course." I respond.

We begin to walk across the field, the wet grass clinging to my shoes. "How are things?" He asks. "Well, they're not the best but I'm sure it'll be fine." I reply. "What's happened?" I sigh. "My dad's in the hospital for alchohol poisoning...again." he looks down at me, expression unreadable. "I'm sorry." He says as he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around my torso.

'He's warm' I think to myself as I happily return the hug. He smells of cedar wood and cigarettes.

He releases me and we continue walking. The only sound is the wind brushing against the trees. I feel a shiver travel down my spine, my bones feel cold. I rub my shoulders in an attempt to create heat. Something brushes against my shoulder, I look over, and hes taken off his sweater. He pushes it into my chest. "No really I'm fine. Its-" he sighs "Just take the damn sweater." He interrupts. I hesitantly reach for it. I pull it over my shoulders. It's too big, it falls over my hands. The chill of the cold wind is interrupted with a warm fluttering in my stomach.

I smile at him. "Thanks."

I would have posted this way sooner but school js started and ive been rlly busy. Take your meds, drink water, and eat. Have a good day. Ily ♡♡