Wait A Minute

Chapter Eight: Fixing Pages

a/n: thank yawll for the love on this fic 💕

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Travis had a giant smirk that Larry wanted to punch off of his face, but the brunet steeled himself as he walked across the school's parking lot towards the blond. His hood was over his head, and he made eye contact with the ground, praying that no one from the gang would see him. As he got closer to Travis, he could hear the other laughing.

"You're really acting like this is a secret mission," the blond snorted between his laughing fits. Larry's lips were pressed tight together, and he glared daggers at the other. One hand went up to grab at his hood as a particularly forceful gust of wind almost knocked it down. The action just caused Travis to snicker harder. "Okay faggot," the blond wheezed out, "just get in the car."

Trying his best to ignore the comment, Larry race walked to the passenger side of the beat up, red vehicle as Travis pulled out his keys and unlocked the doors. The brunet let out a sigh of relief as he crawled in, thankful for some sort of cover. He really didn't know how he would explain this situation if Sal caught him. The sound of Travis sitting down and the other car door closing broke Larry out of his thoughts. He pulled off his hood with one hand as the other tapped anxiously against his knee.

"Where are we going?" Travis grinned at the question as he put his keys into the ignition and started the car. He didn't answer at first, too busy looking in his rear view mirror as he tried to pull out of the parking space without hitting a student.

"My house," the blond replied. Larry's hand started tapping on his leg faster as they pulled completely out of the school. He didn't like being in a car completely alone with Travis. Hell, he didn't like being less than five hundred feet away from the bully. "You look like you think I'm going to murder you."

The brunet stared out of the window, not wanting to face the other. He observed as small shops dwindled out and a mirage of greenery took their place. "I don't like you," he finally huffed out.

"I know you don't," the other responded back. "You like Sal." Travis's eyes met Larry's as the brunet whipped his head around to glare at him. Neither said a word, and a tense silence quickly grew between them. "We're going to get nowhere with this if you can't admit that."

"Look, I don't like him," Larry snapped back, voice growing louder. "He just gets under my skin." The brunet slumped into the seat, face red from embarrassment and anger.

"What do you mean by that?" Travis asked, turning his attention back to the road. His fingers had started to drum against the steering wheel, and the sound annoyed Larry.

"Most times when I see him now, I want to- I want," Larry stuttered, as his brain moved faster than his lips. Travis was patient and waited for the brunet to collect himself. Larry let out a long exhale before trying again. "I want to fuck him."

Travis's fingers drummed harder against the steering wheel at that. Larry wasn't sure if it was because he was thinking of what to say or something else, but the louder tapping annoyed him further. "Stop it," The brunet all but growled as he shot a hand out to stop the blond's fingers from moving.

At the touch, Travis jerked away. Both of them let out an undignified cry as the car swerved into the other lane. Thankfully, traffic was light, and the blond was able to maneuver the vehicle back into the right lane without crashing. Larry had all but melted into the seat, panicked by the near death experience. Travis cleared his throat to calm himself before speaking. "Premarital sex is a sin," the blond stated.

Larry raised an eyebrow and snickered. "That was your chance to say something offensive about how being gay is a sin dude."

Something flashed in Travis's eyes at the remark, but the emotion was gone almost as fast as it came. The blond's lips were now pursed. "All sins are equal Larry," he explained, "being gay is just as bad as having intercourse before saying your vows."