Lemon Boy

So close |6|

Larry's POV

I saw Sally, but he wasn't supposed to be at the apartments just yet. I got a bad feeling so I decided to go follow him after I put my stuff down.

I ran out of the apartment and saw Sally walking with...Travis??

What the fuck was he doing with Travis? Well I know he's friends with him but...did he ditch me for him? Ouch.

I frown and follow them quietly, watching them smile, talk, and laugh. The forest gives me an eerie feeling, but it looks like Sal knows where he's going.

After about 10-15 minutes, they step through some bushes and I frown peeking through them. God, what am I doing? Am I a stalker now?

A few minutes later, I decided I shouldn't be here and I get up to leave.

But...I trip and fall.

"Fuck!" I say quite loudly.

Damnit, that just screamed 'hey! I'm right here!'

I groan, curling up in a ball.

Sal's POV

I'm blushing as Travis and I are staring at each other. But then there's a loud noise and somebody's voice.

I turn my head towards the sound and stand up, Travis grabs my arm, but I pull away.

As I step over towards where the noises came from and look over the bushes, my heart drops. I see Larry curled in a ball, looking like he's in a lot of pain.

I run down to where he is, crouching beside him as tears swell at the the corner of my eye.

"Larry? Larry? Are you okay?"

I move sticks and leafs away, he grimaces.

I take hold of his hand, he looks at me and smiles. I frown.

"Hey, sal.."

"You Asshole!" I'm crying as I yell this.

"I'm okay I promise..."

Travis is here now, he packed everything in the bag.

"Can you help me get him home?" I ask him with a strained voice, he nods and helps me pull Larry to his feet.

We struggle to get home, his arms around our shoulders. I'm short but I'm still pulling my weight.

Eventually, we get him to his room and Travis gives my bag back. I offer to walk him out but he declines and gives me a tight hug, then leaves.

After I help Larry patch up and get some ice packs, I sit next to his bed on a beanbag, he's staring at me.

I unclipped my prosthetic with a sigh.

"Why were you even up there?" I asked, staring at his ceiling.

"Wh-What..?"

"Why were you over there? I saw you get off."

I was staring at him now and he was frowning.

"I-I'm sorry Sal..."

"Do you have a problem with Travis or something?" I feel angry but mostly sad, "Do you have a problem with me?"

He sits up, setting down the icepacks.

"I just got this horrible feeling Sal, like something bad was going to happen..."

"So you decided to stalk me?" I was yelling, "you should've called me! I have a phone for a reason!"

He rubbed his arm, tears were falling from his cheek, which made me start crying.

"I-I didn't think you'd pick up.."

"Of course I would! You're my best friend, I'd always pick up, even if I was mad at you!"

He started to sob and I frowned as he tried to form words.

"Y-You didn't say Hi to me in the elevator, and you ditched me to hang out with him" he said as tears continuously fell, "W-We haven't hung out in days and you're the o-only thing that he-helps me. I DONT WANT T-TO BE HERE ANYMORE SAL!"

I hugged him tightly as he sobbed into my shoulder.

"Sal...it's so hard to get up in the morning...to live. Y-You're the only thing that makes it b-bearable..."

I pet his hair, rocking back and forth. His grip tightens around me.

"I-I don't want to lose you, especially not to Travis."

"You won't ever lose me, you'll always be my best friend..." I whisper to him, trying to calm him down.

He's never been this open with me.

Maybe, our relationship is meant to be platonic...I'd be okay with that.

Travis' POV

I walked home, it wasn't dark so I wouldn't get in trouble, but I feel really disappointed that our date didn't keep going. Did I just...it wasn't a date, Travis!

I cursed myself and walked into the house, closing the door with the upmost care. My parents were screaming at each other, so I just decided to head up to my room.

I closed my door, locked it, then sat down on my bed. I laid down slowly and stared at my ceiling fan. I couldn't help but wonder if Larry didn't fall.

"Would we have kissed?"

I pushed my face into a pillow, I can't even think about him without getting flustered.

"Fuuuucccckkkkkkkk..."

I closed my eyes.

"I'm going to hell."