Disciple (Sal x Travis)

I dont know what God thinks

Sal
I sat in the edge of some shrubbery and a good ten or fifteen minutes later my friends left the park. I wasn't going to tell them what I was doing, they would lecture me on minding my own business and to take a hint when someone doesn't want my help.

Stepping out from the trees, I look at the brick house across the street. Maybe I should mind my own business.

Its too late now, my feet are already taking me across the road. I take a big breath as I walk up the driveway, gravel crunching beneath my feet.

The door is painted a very clean white and has a metal cursive 'P' nailed into it. Must be nice living in such a cute little house..

My finger hovers over the doorbell for a moment, whats the worse that could happen? I inhale sharply and press it.

Several moments pass, I begin to think no one is home, then the door cracks open.

A disheveled Travis appears, slipping through the crack and closing it behind him.

"Sal?" He whispers, "What the fuck are you doing here?" His eyes are wide, and he keeps his hand on the doorknob the whole time.

"Um. Hi, Travis." Am I retarded?

He rolls his eyes, slowly releasing the doorknob to cross his arms, "Hi, Sally."

I fiddle with my thumbs for a minute, "I, uh, don't really know why I'm here."

He nods, blond hair flopping, "Right."

"Whoa- what happened?"

I reach up to his cheek, a nasty looking bruise glowing.

His hand shoots up and grabs mine and we pause for a few seconds before he lets go.

"Can we.. talk somewhere else?" He whispers.

Travis
I sat in the comfort of my bed for a while, thinking about everything.

Rubbing my thumbs across the silver cross around my neck, hoping I haven't damned myself more than I already have.

I stood up, joints cracking, when the doorbell rang.

"Travis! Get the door!"

I look in the mirror and make a face at the voice of my father.

Going down the steps, I adjust my hair to look a little nicer. I look through the peephole, and I swear I almost died. Sal Fisher was at my door.

I looked in the mirror that was in the hallway and fixed my hair again, and slid my shoes on before opening the door and stepping out.

"Sal?" He looks so.. gosh, "What the fuck are you doing here?" I try to sound the least aggressive I can.

"Um. Hi, Travis."

Mentally I kick the shit out of myself for thinking this idiot is so precious.

I force myself to relax and I roll my eyes, "Hi, Sally."

He looks down at his hands and I watch as he fiddles with his thumbs, "I, uh, dont really know why I'm here."

Nodding, I just agree, "Right."

"Whoa- what happened?" He reaches up like he's going to touch my face, my chest gets warm and I grab his hand.

Awkwardly, we stand like this for a couple of seconds.

"Can we.. talk somewhere else?" I ask him quietly.

He looks at me with big blue eyes and nods, "Uh, yeah, of course.. park?"