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

33

Travis's pov

The past few days have left me feeling confused and anxious for two different reasons.

The first was that Sal was ignoring every call and message from me. Our most recent conversation played on a loop in my head. He had been acting normal, and I don't recall doing anything that might've made him uncomfortable or upset at me.

Yet for some reason I had this really bad feeling in my chest but it might've been caused by my second stressor, that being that my father had been gone for over a month.

Normally this wouldn't have bothered me, you could say I'd be ecstatic even. However the issue with my father being missing for over a month was the letter I had found in my mailbox that morning.

Our rent was two months behind, which was news to me. We'd be getting evicted if it wasn't paid by the end of the month. I had tried to reach my father dozens of times but it went straight to voicemail each and every time.

After having tried his number for what felt like the millionth time that day, I fell face first onto my bed and groaned in defeat. I pulled my duvet over my head, and just as I was getting comfortable Emile yanked it off. "You dick," I murmured.

"Well I'm so sorry that I don't want to sit here and watch you be all depressed over a boy," she huffed, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"It's not only about him," I pulled my pillow over my head in a lousy attempt to avoid her nagging. "We both know it is! You know damn well you can stay with us, Jace isn't going to be back from cali until next fall so you can just stay in his room, that's more than enough time for you to get a job and save up enough for a small apartment at least," she paused. "You don't even like living here! You're only trying to minimize your relationship issues by finding something 'worse' to worry about!" She exclaimed

I let out a heavy sigh, thankful that her rambling had come to an end. "Come on then, get up we're going somewhere!" She attempted.

"Emile, you're the best friend I could wish for and I'm glad that you're able to cheer me up but can you do it from my room? We can't just go out and find someone to buy us booze anytime I have a problem and I'm just really not in the mood," she let out a dramatic groan.

"I'll help you fix this" she mumbled, she walked out of the room and for a moment I thought she was leaving. After a few minutes I heard her talking on the phone, though it was too muffled to make out anything she was saying.

I stood from my bed and made my way into the bathroom in need of a shower. As I was about to undress, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked nearly dead with dark puffy eye bags and sore red lips from me picking at them. The roots of my hair had also grown out a noticable amount.

I sighed before stripping myself of my clothes and stepping into the shower. By the time that I had gotten out and gotten dressed, Emile had wandered back into my room. She was sat on my bed with her legs crossed and an unreadable expression on her face. She looked up as I walked in.

Her face slowly changed Into a grimace before she opened her mouth to speak, "Benjiman Hayes told Sal about everything with you, him, and Phil" she sounded pissed off.

"Wha-" I went to speak before she cut me off with angry rambling. "Like what the actual fuck? After all the shit with Phil I told him 'Just leave all of us alone' he said that we'd never so much as hear his name again and than he goes and does this shit, and he had no right to do that, that was supposed to be something that you told Sal but no" she paused as she noticed me pulling on my shoes and coat. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" She questioned

"Sal's" I respond as I walked out the door. She followed close behind me slipping on her shoes as she went. We walked outside and I tossed her keys to her.

When we finally pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex Emile turned to me, "good luck," she patted my shoulder as I got out. "I'm gonna go get us some ice cream just in case it goes south" she told me before she pulled out I sighed as I made my way through the lobby and into the elevator.

As I approached his door I heard muffled a voice from the other side, I knocked lightly on the door. "Hold on let me get the door" I heard before the door opened. Larry stood there staring at me, "Took you long enough," he muttered as I stood there in confusion. As we walked through the living room, a women who I assume to be his mother looks up at him.

"Larry? Where do you think you're going I'm not done talking to you," she questioned. "Hold on Ma, I gotta show him to sals room" he responded.

As he lead me down the hall I spoke up, "are you in trouble?" I questioned to fill the awkward silence as we waited for sal to get up and unlock his bedroom door.

"Yeah, I let a heroin addict sleep in Henry's room for the night for twenty dollars while Henry was away" he said nonchalantly.

"Um okay" I didn't know what else to say. Larry and I have just now gotten to the point where we can talk to each other without wanting to rip each others heads off and I don't want to push it.

As Sal opened his door and just stood there for a moment. "Hi" he spoke before stepping around me into the hall.

He wandered into the kitchen with me on his heals. He opened the cupboard and stood on his toes while stretching his arms to reach something.

I watched as his shirt road up his back revealing milky white skin and hip dips. I felt a flush spread across my face as I turned away. Larry sat on the couch giving me a knowing glare as his mom continued to lecture him.

I turned back towards Sal in an attempt to avoid Larry's glare. "Are you okay? Your face is super red," sal said as he laid his warm palm on my forehead. "You don't seem to have a fever, oh well anyways I started getting herbal tea for when you come over," he smiled at me.

I found myself wondering why he was still being so nice to me. Usually people don't want to be associated with me after they find out. I smiled back on him, hoping that it would convey my gratitude.

After he put the kettle on the stove we sat at the kitchen table. I watched as Sal snickered at Larry, Larry looked less than pleased.

As we got our drinks we walked into his room, he flicked on the light. I sat onto the bed which was a mess of pillows and duvets, he locked the door and sat across from me.

He sighed, "I'm sorry" he started. I stared at him in confusion waiting for some kind of explanation.

I'm sorry for leaving you guys off here but I didn't know where else to end this. I have also begun to edit the book so if the comments don't match the writing that's why. I don't know when the next chapter will be out seeing as I'm focusing more on editing at the moment. Don't forget to take your meds, eat, and drink water. Have a good day and I love uu <33