Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Spill the Beans

Travis
My mother went to her room as I put on my coat and shoes, "I'm not feeling well, baby.." she gave me a kiss on the head, "Or I would come with you."

For a second, I felt bad for lying to her. I wanted to tell her everything. About meeting Sal everyday, the classroom, all the lies the past few months.

"It's okay, Mother." I smiled and zipped up.

She disappeared into her room, and I disappeared out the front door.

Sal
Larry did a good job at getting me out of bed, he got me to take a shower while he finished his homework in the kitchen. I took my medication and ate a bowl of cereal, put on my prosthetic and some clean clothes.

The shower alone made me feel much better.

Gizmo walked across the kitchen table, stomping all on Larry's work.

"Dude-" he swatted at the cats head, "Get your boy."

I smacked his pencil out of his hand and grabbed my cat, "Don't be mean to him, he just wants attention."

Larry sat still for a second, giving me a hateful look.

"Get my pencil." He said, fake scorn in his mouth.

"No."

"Sal. Get my pencil."

"No."

"Get my pencil!" He groaned and slumped back in the seat.

Gizmo hopped down from my lap, and I leaned down and snatched up the pencil- which was directly beside Larry's foot.

The front door echoed with three raps. I tossed the pencil into Larry's lap and stood up, joints cracking.

"That's probably Henry." Larry stated.

"Yeah, no shit." I shuffled to the door and shook my wet hair out, sending little water droplets.

As I opened the door, I honestly did not get what I expected. Travis stood in a big coat with the hood over his head, holding a cup to his chest with both hands.

At first, I smiled, then a nasty realization hit.

"Hi Sal-" Travis' eyes darted over my shoulder, right at Larry, and I watched as panic took over his face.

Larry's sarcastic laugh rang in my ears and I turned to look at him, he scooted his chair out and stood up, "UHH, what the FUCK."

Travis stumbled over words, I made a gesture for him to quit and kept my eyes on Larry, "Dude, stop."

My brunette friend, however, as usual, didn't listen, "Sal, really?" He scoffed and looked at Travis with a face full of disgust, "Rest assured, Travvy, the last thing Sal needs right now is a bitchboy in his doorway."

Travis
My stomach turned, and if I'm being honest? I almost felt like crying.

"I- uh, I can leave. It's okay." I smiled sourly, gripping the thermos that I felt I was about to chuck at the wall behind me.

I had been so careful with everything, and now this?

"No, Travis, it's okay." Sal turned, his eyes were soft, and his voice was relaxing.

Larry rolled his eyes, "I think it's better if you fuck off."

"Larry. Stop." Sal hissed sternly.