Behind a stall door. (Salvis)

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by TravisPhelps_SF

by TravisPhelps_SF

Travis Phelps POV.

Warnings: Cursing, Slurs.

There I sit, in this gross and slightly musky bathroom, hiding myself in a stall. I keep having these day dreams about fucking Sal fisher. God I hate him!.. But a part of me knows that I'm just saying that to hide my feelings for this blue haired masked freak. Him and his soft, blue hair, his beautiful baby blue eyes, his kind and caring personality, his weird freaky mask, his.. God! What am I even saying? These are disgusting thoughts! I'm disgusting, a fag. I'm what I swore I would never be. I promised father, I swore to mother.. I'm a filthy liar. I'd be better off de-. Before I could finish my sentence, the bathroom door opens. Who the hell could that be?

"I'll be right back, Larry! Go catch up to the group, okay?"

.. Is that Sally? Of all times, why now??

Sal's POV:

"I'll catch up to yah soon!" I say as I walk into the restrooms. I'm humming a Sanity's fall song as I walk into a stall. Just as I'm about to walk in, I hear what seems to be a sniffle.

"Is anyone here?" I call out as I take a slight peek under the stalls. I notice some worn out bright green sneakers. I know who wears those. Is that Travis in there?

"Travis? You in there?" I say. I get no answer.

"I know it's you, dude." I tell him. I hear slight shuffling as a voice comes out from behind the stall door.

"What do you want, freak?" Travis says as he attempts to sound intimidating.

No ones POV:

"Are you crying? Wanna talk about it?"

"I'm not crying, Fisher. Why are you in here, freak?"

"Well, I was planning on using the bathroom, But! I heard someone crying. That someone being you, obviously. Whats got you upset?"

"I'm NOT crying, and even if I was, it's none of your concern."

"I promise I won't judge you. I know you're crying. It will make you feel much better if you tell someone." Sal says as he spots a crumpled paper.

"Just leave, Fisher."

Sal begins to walk towards the crumpled paper.

"Hm, what's this?" Sal mutters as he picks the paper up and unravels it.

"I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions about me. I thought maybe if I told 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 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 just live in his shadow forever, I just I̴̺̪̾̑ͅ ̴̡̞͚̄̔̾̾͑ḷ̷̡͈̉̋̃̀̈̇o̷͕̫̟̞͝v̴̨̳̠̇e̸͚̋̄͛̊̚ ̸͔̗̥̘́̈́̽̆ÿ̴͎̫̗̪͔͚́̎̎͑o̴͔͈͉̫̱͒̚u̴̡̹̞͚̗͒͑̈,̸̘̞̈́̀͋͒̌͝ ̷̰̫̊͂̈́s̶̡̘̹͆̓̈́̀̚̚ä̴͎͓̹̣͊̓̈l̸̞̩͙̟̲̿̑̊ ̷̻̺̜̩͔͔́̿͒͐̋F̵̥̪͛̿͊͒̕i̵̡͉̥̮̙̒s̷̺̏͑͒ẖ̸̊͐̽̒͝͝e̶͈͔͓̰͚͙̾̆͂̎̅͝r̶͙͍͎̫̗̈́͊̉̽͠.̵̟̼̆̓̓͐ "