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Sal's POV

It's was 2:05 by then, With it being a little late l was worried that I was too late. I stepped up to the porch ringing the door bell and that's when a 47 year old looking woman using a crotch open the door.

Travis mom: "oh hi hunny you must be sal right?"

"yep! That's me but please just call me sally"

I shook her hand at least the one she could used, as she let me in, I looked around a little bit at the place.

Travis mom:"Travis is up stairs hun, just make sure you to knock hes really particular with is space"

I nodded and went up. finding his room seeing that his door was cracked open as I knocked, having the door open a little bit

Travis:" come in!"

I opened the door a little more and his room was spotless. Having LED lights around making a nice look to his room having it be a nice pinky purple lighting, which it's looked like he decorated his room. poster we're everywhere on the walls with a band flag on the celling.
My room didn't even look as nice.

Travis POV

I turn around looking at sally after putting the mug I had in my hand on my dresser seeing that sal was wearing my pink long sleeve shirt.

"where did you get that shirt?"
I said teasing they laughed a little say

sal: "from myyy laundry! Do you want it back?"

seeing him pulling the sleeves down

"no no! Keep it I have tons of them plus it looks cute on you"
they smiles and sits on the bed.

"do you mind if i take this off?"
I was confused for a minute, but then i knew what he meant

"yeah! Of course I don't mind at all, you know I don't"
I say smiling sitting down next to them

Sal's POV

I unstrap the buckles of my prosthetic putting it on the side of me, looking at Travis he was smiling as well as wrapped my arms around his neck making eye contact with him.

"I missed you"
he put his hand on to my scared face

Travis: "I missed you too" pulling him into a kiss, we stay hugging for a bit having me being in his lap as he rubs my head closing my eyes for a little while with my head on his shoulder.

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