•The Note• {Travis x Sal}

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Travis POV:

Travis did not sleep that night, it would be assumed that it was due to the nightmare about his father creeping into his thoughts every few minutes—but you'd be wrong. It was Sal, of course.

In Sal's pathetic sense of sleep he chased the only known warmth near him—which happened to be Travis.

He had snaked his arms around his waist and rested his head on Travis' chest, completely and utterly peaceful. Travis on the other hand, was freaking the fuck out.

His heart raced and his hands got clammy and he clenched his fists against Sal's fitted sheet. It was a deep blue, similar to the ocean at night. Travis rested his head against the backboard of the bed, and could not get a wink of sleep.

He tried to, shutting his eyes and counting to ten; but it didn't seem to help. It only kept him awake, if anything.

Counting Sal's every breath intake and outtake, each small snore and grumble. It drove Travis mad. Maybe not in a negative way, but more-so in a way a teenager is helplessly in love.

It hurt Travis, to have the boy he cared so deeply for laid upon his chest. It hurt Travis, to see the never-possible relationship he craved so desperately fall apart in front of his own eyes. And it hurt Travis, to be so conflicted with religion and love.

Travis sighed, and said a silent prayer. "Dear lord, for your love and care for me has been betrayed. I am in love, lord. In love with one I should not." It was cliche to Travis, but he said it anyways.

"I repent, lord. Take my shambles of failure and strike me down as you will—for you are our savior, our father, our Lord." He whispered under his breath and closed his eyes once more.

Travis glanced to the alarm clock on Sal's dresser, it read: 6:44 am. They had missed the bus. Well, not really missed because they weren't going to school today—but missed because Travis would be missing school today.

He sighed and relaxed against the wood, feeling Sal's grip tighten. Travis blinked hard and looked towards the ceiling as to say—"God, why test me?"

He bit his lip in conflicting emotions, and wrapped an arm around Sal. He felt a smile run across his lips and he looked up once more—"Is it really so wrong if it makes me feel this happy?"

(Time skip 😈⁉️)

Sal POV:

Sal yawned hard and stretched his arms out, beginning to sit up. Slight streams of sunlight oozed into his bedroom through the windows blinds, and crept onto Travis' face. Travis had his eyes closed, not quite asleep but in a resting state.

Sal grumbled something even he wasn't sure of, and sat up fully, wiping his hands across his face. He patted around the bed until he found his prosthetic under his pillow and lazily clipped it around his face—he'd get his glass eye later.

He sat on the bed, slightly hunched over as he stared at his hands laid neatly on the bed at his sides. He then looked back at Travis, who was now fully awake and staring blankly at Sal.

"Sorry," Travis said. "I wasn't sure if I should say anything or not." Sal simply nodded and yawned again, his jaw pressing against the plastic.

"Did you sleep good?" Sal asked, and Travis looked away for a moment in thought. "Yeah." Sal nodded again as to approve and scooted off the bed and towards his dresser. He picked out some basic jeans and a shirt, and trudged off to his bathroom sleepily.

After changing, he discovered Travis had miraculously fallen asleep, and he decided to leave him like that. Sal tiptoed into the kitchen in case his dad was home, and opened the cabinets to grab a pack of chips.