Maybe he isn't all bad.//Salvis

1.Atonement

Bathroom scene and a little bit moreeeee:3(this is where they first become friends!!)
Also I'm british so if I spell words differently it's just because the spelling is different in most countries:)

Sals pov

I step into the bathroom. Taking off my mask and looking in the mirror to inspect my scars. I looked at the scar Travis reopened yesterday when he punched me, I shouldn't of said that about his dad. Ashley helped me though so it's okay. I'm so glad to have a friend as amazing as her,to admit I had a crush on her when I saw her for the first time.

I smile to myself as I recall all my favourite things I've done with my friends then my smile drops and I open my eyes in surprise and shock as I hear someone crying softly while sniffling.I put on my prosthetic and I turn to leave, if someone is crying its better to them alone, I look down and  I see a crumpled up note on the ground. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a quick peek.

I know we don't really know eachother and you probably have your opinions on me,I thought maybe if I tell you how I feel things could be different. The truth is I can't stop thinking about you, I'm crazy about you, I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings that I have are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole just writing these words. My father would kill me, but I can't live in his shadow forever, I just-

then there's just a bunch of scribbles after that, Man,I shove the note into my pocket and begin thinking about the note, whoever wrote that must be deeply insecure and/or ashamed about their feelings. From the sound of it though, the person may be gay as they see it as wrong and that it's not the way they should feel.

I turn to check the stalls as whoever was crying earlier must've wrote the note.I get to the furthest stall and I speak "anyone in there?" "No duh fuckward. Buzz off."I hear the voice of travis say. Why would he be crying? "Travis? Were you just- crying?-A second ago?"I question him "sally face-I-no!-what the hell?- can't a guy get some privacy?"he retorts in defence, why is he getting so defensive?

"Why do you- hate me so much?"I ask, my voice filled with curiosity. "Because you and your dumb friends are a bunch of homos! It's sick.. it's not right. God will never love you. Why should I?"he snaps at me. I don't get why he can't let people be happy. Being gay isn't bad nor sick. "You know we're not all actually gay right?"I say

Travis's pov

"You know we're not all actually gay right"these words that he said repeat over and over in my head "I mean except for Todd- Todd is super gay- but that's apart of who he is and I think it's wonderful!he's one of the kindest people I know- how could anyone hate Todd?-" I groan in response as it's the only response I can do without bawling my eyes out as the words he said earlier are still repeating in my head.

Sals pov

When he groaned in what I assume to be disgust, classic Travis. "Is your father pushing these beliefs on you?"I ask "just because my father is a pastor it doesn't mean he owns me! I'm my own person!"he responds in defence,why would he get so defensive about his dad? This brought me back to yesterday when I mentioned his dad. maybe something so going on at home.

"Yeah but- well Travis you just seem so unhappy-"I reply "are you sure your dad isn't putting too much pressure on you? I mean- it must be tough being the son of such an intense man." I say honestly feeling bad for him "you have no idea what it's like." His voice gets quieter.

"Im sorry man.." I say, sympathy lacing my voice. "Don't feel sorry for me- sally face!I don't need your- pity!!" He says angrily "we don't have to be enemies- you know that right?-" he stays silent so I continue talking "I think- under all of that anger- there's a good dude that's afraid- to be himself.if you- ever need someone to talk to- or if you need to get away from your dad for a while- you can hang out with me!"

"why-why are you being so nice to me?"he says genuinely confused. "I don't think you're a bad person Travis-" I respond to him "you know- I don't really hate you.. or your friends."I hear him say, his voice tone was honest. I smile relieved that he didn't hate me like I thought.

"I didn't really think so."I tell him. "I-I guess- well I'm sorry- I've been such as asshole- you didn't deserve that." He says, honestly quite nicely. "That- means a lot to me- it really does-thank you- and- what I said- about being here for you- if you ever decide you want a friend- I meant that." I remind him.

(I'm ignoring the journal part because I'm running out of words to use other than said or say)

"Okay- now uh- scram! So I can have my alone time and uh-"he says "what?" I reply "don't tell anyone about this or your dead!"he snaps suddenly "er-I mean-uh- just don't tell anyone about this. Okay?-" he fixes his tone "I won't, I promise." I respond to him and I leave the bathroom. That note though, Travis was in the stall crying while I found it.. Did that note belong to him? I'll most likely ask travis later. Atleast he doesn't hate me now, that's good enough for me.