Salvis Oneshots

Sleepover Therapy

(A/N hi guys! I'm so sorry for not updating as much as I'd like too but there's a lot of stuff going on rn. Anyways, I hope u have a good time and sorry if this is short!)

3rd POV

Sal and Travis had been best friends for a while now. Larry was Sal's best friend until he started making rumors about him and Travis when they became friends. Larry had been jealous and made rumors that they would make out after school or have, you know. The rumors had spread to Kenneth Phelps, who was Travis dad. When he found out he had almost beat Travis to death. When Sal confronted Larry about it he told Sally that 'Travis deserved it' because he was 'manipulating' Sal. This made Sal obviously angry and he cut ties with Larry.

(Drama ik so fun)

Sally's POV

Omg finally schools over, its finally the weekend. I haven't been wanting to go to school recently because of everything that has happened with Larry. He keeps making fun of me every time I walk past him. The worst part is that he's also bullying Travis, and it's all because me and Travis became friends. I don't want Travis to feel like it's his fault but Larry won't stop reminding him that "He's only friends with me to make Larry jealous". When its obvious that's not the reason. Anyways, now I'm walking home. 

I was walking down the street when I got an idea. I pulled my phone out and texted Travis.

Sal:Heyy Travis?

Travis:Yes?

Sal:Do u wanna have a sleepover??

Travis: I do, But my dad would NEVER let me

Sal:just say your hanging out with Phillip or smth

Travis: ok, ill try and ask him

Sal:Yay! 

*5 minutes later*

Travis:He said yeah

Sal:yay!

Travis: ill be over in about 10 minutes

Sal: Ok! Ill be waiting

Travis: What's your apartment number again?

Sal: 411. 

Travis: K, omy

Sal:ok, see u soon!

Travis:see you soon.

Travis pov

I'm currently walking towards Addison Apartment. I was thinking about random shit until I reached the apartment. I walked in and went towards the elevator. I clicked the up button and heard it reach the 1st floor. When the doors open I was about to step in until I saw.. Him. Larry fucking Johnson was standing right there. I was about to step away but he grabbed me by my shirt. " what the fuck are you doing here, going to make out with your little boyfriend huh?", he whisper yelled in my face. I was about to respond but then I felt his knuckles meet my jaw. He punched me and I fell to the ground. He kicked me until my legs were bruised. "Get the fuck up" he said in a stern tone. I struggled to get up but managed. The second I stood fully I got thrown into the elevator. My head hit the wall and made a loud bang. "Cock sucker", he said before walking away, I clicked the 4 button and then sat on the ground, good thing Larry threw my bag in as well. I grabbed that and stood up when I heard a little ding. The doors parted ways and I stepped out. Fuck my legs hurt. I looked around and saw 411. I slowly walked over and knocked on the door. 

After a few seconds the door swung open with Sal standing in the door way. " oh my goodness, Travis what happened?!", he yelled in a concerned tone. He pulled me into the apartment and closed the door. "Travis? What happened", he asked again. " nothing", I quietly responded. "That really doesn't look like nothing to me" he said in a stern but also concerned tone. "Can we please not talk about it, ill tell you later", I said, still in a quiet tone. " ok, well lets get you cleaned up", he said, calmer than before. He put his hand for me to grab, which I did. He then brought me to the bathroom. "Are you.. Limping", he asked, confused. I looked down and noticed I had been limping the whole time. " oh, uh yea, I guess I am" I said. When we reached the bathroom he let go of my hand. He we grabbed some bandages and rubbing alcohol from the cabinet and asked me to sit down. I sat down on the other part of the counter. "Can you lift your shirt?", he asked. I nodded and carefully lifted my shirt, careful not to touch any bruises from Larry or Father. Once he was finished bandaging my stomach he looked down at my legs. D

"Do you want those wrapped as well?", he asked. " no, ill be fine", I said. "Ok", he responded. He helped me get down and walk to his room. " do you wanna talk about what happened yet?", he asked. "Uh, yea, s-sure", I responded.

(CLIFFHANGER BC I NEED TO GET SOMETHING OUTT)

(TY FOR ALMOST 500 READS! IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR A WHILE AND PLANNING IT, THE NEXT PART WILL BE OUT SOON!)