Reality (Salvis)

𝘼 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠

September 26th 1993 - Sunday

𝗧𝗪𝘀: 𝘃𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 [•.]

Travis POV [✞]

Despite all my worries from the previous night I managed to fall asleep, and for a good long while at that. I think all the adrenaline and my ankle feeling like it was on the verge of falling off made me fall right asleep. I needed the nap but I still didn't feel all that great. I had to sleep in the same position all night to keep my ankle up and I had to make sure my face wouldn't touch the couch so the cream would stay on.

I slowly opened my eyes. I looked at the tv, then at my chest. I guess his cat got off me sometime in the middle of the night.

Is that..bacon?

My eyes shifted to the kitchen to see Sal cooking breakfast. I slowly sat up, the couch underneath me creaking as I did so. He glanced over at me "morning Travis" the rasp in his voice seemed more prominent than usual.

I rubbed my eyes and took a deep breath "morning..what's with the um..-" I stretched "-breakfast" I said.

He looked back at the bacon "oh, my dad said I should get some good breakfast since we have a guest and well I agreed so.." he evenly separated the bacon onto two plates. "I decided to go out and get some eggs and bacon. Actually you woke up at just the right time," he added.

He seriously went out to go get breakfast for me? "I'm not a charity case Fisher. You don't need to go out of your way to make me breakfast just because you feel bad" he shook the ketchup. "Do you want any?" He completely ignored what I said, what a dick "..sure. Whatever." I replied.

He finished putting the ketchup on and brought over my plate "So I guess Larry was right about you just waking up tense," I looked up at him "what?" I asked. He shook his head "nothing,"

"You know, I'm not trying to win you over or anything, I mean yeah I'm being extra nice but it's because your ankle is sprained dude. Chill out," He motioned towards my leg "now scooch, I wanna watch tv" I gently lifted my leg off the couch and sat up.

He plopped down next to me and started flipping through the channels. I stared down at my plate.

My omelet had a ketchup smiley face.

...

I felt my stomach growl.

I can't pass up bacon and eggs. I stabbed my fork through the eggs and quickly began eating. Unfortunately they were some good bacon and eggs too.

Sal put on some show 'Rickos modish wife' or something like that.

Actually, I hate to admit it but it was pretty entertaining. Then again, I didn't watch much tv.

As I ate I slightly looked over at Sal. He kept shoving small pieces on his fork under his mask he'd slightly lift each time he took a bite. I knew he ate like that in school too but it was weird to see up close. Doesn't he get tired of doing that?

He looks like a hermit crab.

I focused back on the tv and finished up my food. He got up and took our plates to the sink.

Just as he did so I saw the front door open. Eugh..it's like he knew.

"Moorning Sally" he yelled. So fucking obnoxious. Sal looked over at him "Hey Larry, you're early" Larry stuffed his hands in his pockets "yeah well, I'm just excited to venture! Come on, where's your gear boy?"

"I'll go get it just give me a sec!" Sal ran off to his room. I crossed my arms and laid back on the couch. Larry looked over at me and gave me the dirtiest look I've ever received in my whole life.