Baby Blue [unfinished]

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The two stepped out of the elevator quietly, groceries in hand. Sal followed the small woman to her apartment, and watched as she unlocked and opened the door.

The two of them walked inside and set all of the things down in the kitchen. Lisa had walked away to go get her son, Larry from what she told him. As he stood back up something seemed to move in the darkness of the kitchen so, being the brave little soldier he is, he checked it out to find nothing there.

Letting out a small hum in confusion he turned to see Lisa coming back.

"Hey, uhm... do you have a pet or something?"

"No, why?"

"It must have been my imagination then... I thought I saw something move. Maybe this is going to go all spooky horror film on us." He joked.

She laughed lightly. "Yeah, maybe."

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The two of them were standing in the kitchen, silently making sandwiches. Lisa had lended Sal a hair tie and he had promptly put it up in a bun. She insisted that he sit down, that he had 'helped enough with everything' and she could 'make a simple sandwich on her own,' but he wasn't one to let others serve him.

As he had put his knife into the sink, Lisa's son had decided to make himself known as he swung open his door. He was, essentially, covered head to toe in a variety of different substances, from paints, to charcoal.

Lisa had smiled warmly at him, clearly excited that he had come out of his room, but as Sal looked up he felt like he might regret it for a long time.

Thoughts raised through his mind, some being simple things like "I think i put the knife in the sink too hard. That was rude of me," to "man is it hOt in HeRE??" to "Holy Fresh Everloving Fuck That Is An Attractive Boy."

Sal wished he still had a prosthetic now. He felt overwhelmed, like he was boiling. Maybe he was running a fever. Maybe Lisa had turned on the heat, but that was unrealistic since it was the middle of August and it was an especially hot day. Maybe it was just because he was meeting more than one new person in a day and it was making his anxiety skyrocket. Or maybe it was just because the young man standing in front of him was exceptionally attractive, and Sal was such a soft little 'easy to fall' lover boy that he had almost instantly gained a crush somehow higher up than the cute worker at the grocery that maintained the checkout next to his 'oversharing buddy.'

He coughed roughly before squeaking out a quiet "Where is... your bathroom?"

Both Lisa and Larry had pointed to a door across the living room, and (embarrassingly) he booked it for the door.

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"Hey mom... uh.... who's your friend?" Larry asked curiously, taking a step or two out of the doorway.

"Larry, that was uhm.... Sal. He helped me carry the groceries home so I repaid him with lunch!" She said proudly, unaware of the internal battle said 'friend' was having while sitting on her bathroom floor.

"Is he... okay?"

"Hmm... I'm sure he's alright." She said, handing her son a plate. A strange (almost knowing) smile formed on her face.

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Sal quietly trudged out of the bathroom. Luckily there was room around where Lisa was sitting for him to walk behind. Maybe he could hold off talking about-

"So Sal..." She said, looking at him slowly.

"Yes...?" He said, turning to look at her just as slowly, if not slower.

"You wanna uh," She started, attempting to hold back a laugh "talk about what just happened?"

"Hmm... actually... I think that's a no..." he said as he grabbed his own plate, purposely standing on the other side of the room from her.

"Why don't you come have a seat?" She said, smiling devilishly.

"Uhm... No thank you... I'm alright over here..."

"Alright. You have fun in that corner Sal." She smiled, chuckling lightly.

"I will. Me... and my sandwich..." He nodded. 

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