Disciple (Sal x Travis)

Kiss and Makeup

Travis
'Sal, meet me in the spanish room during lunch. xo, Travis.
ps: I really hope you don't hate me'

Monday had rolled around, I figured this was the best time to try to get Sal to talk to me again. I stared at the note I had written and calmly slid it through the slits of Sal's locker.

Before too many people came around, I left the area to find Spinner and Kross.

We hung outside the gym in the mornings. There was a flight of stairs that was nice to sit on while we waited for the bell to ring.

I dropped my bag onto the floor and slumped on the steps beside Spinner.

"Bible study, today, right?" He asked in a gruff voice, not looking up from his binder. Looked like algebra.

"Uh, yeah, I think so." I thought for a second, "I might not be there."

Kross squinted his eyes at me, not saying anything. Silently asking me 'why?'.

"I tutor for money now." I lied through my teeth, "But, like I said. I might come, I might not." I shrugged nonchalantly.

Sal
I hummed to miscellaneous Sanitys songs, Larry and I came in just in time for the bell to ring.

People scurried around, snatching their bags up off of the floor, kissing their lovers, and slugging to their classes.

I took my sweet time gathering my things, as did Larry.

"Dude... not looking forward to Packerton this morning." Larry grumbled out, rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes. I hummed in response.

"Me either."

The combination on my locker always fucked up, it got stuck and wouldn't unlock sometimes. Getting frustrated, I jerked on it and the lock came undone with a crunching click!

"Chill, little Sal." My tall friend snickered, getting into his locker with ease.

I rolled my eye and pulled the door open, "You don't get the struggle of a retarded lock."

Laying on top of my books was a folded up piece of stationary. I scrunched up the little bit of nose I have and picked it up between my fore and middle finger.

Larry looked over my shoulder as I unfolded the note. The paper had little angels in the corners, and along the margins were crosses.

"Well, we know who that's from.." Larry snorted as he went back to getting his books.

I smiled to myself.

Travis had beautiful handwriting, almost like a girl had written it. The letters were curly and he dotted his I's with little circles, instead of actual dots.

"P.S, I really hope you don't hate me." I read out loud, "Aw.."

I looked up at Larry, he rolled his eyes and made a faux gagging sound, "Gross. Keep your sappy lovey-dovey gay shit away from me."

"You're just jealous..." I smirked, shutting my locker.

We went to Packertons, who actually wasn't even Packerton. A tall slim old man had taken her place for the day.

If this day got any better, it'd be suspicious.

Travis
I counted down the minutes until lunch time, my intestines were in knots.

Five minutes, four minutes, three..

I groaned and laid my head on the desk. Mr. Litin called out my name, "Travis? Head up. No snoozing on my time."

Silently, I cursed him, and lifted my head. I rested my chin in my hands.

Then, the bell rang.

I don't think I've gotten up from my seat so fast before. I gathered my things, shoved them in my bag, threw my bag over my shoulder, and hurried to be the first one out the door.

The spanish classroom was on the other side of the school. I've learned the hard way if I take my time getting there, the crowd in the hall is nearly impossible to get through.

Luckily for me, though, the crowd only camouflaged me when I sneakily entered the classroom. Thank you, Jesus.

Sal
Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention, I slipped into the empty classroom.

Well, almost empty.

Travis sat on top of a desk near the back of the room, a small smile on his face.

"Hey-" We said in unison, which made me giggle.

I maneuvered between the desks and chairs to get to him. He hopped off of the desk, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Sal, I-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Stop, Travis..." I slid my prosthetic up over my head and stood on my tippy toes, pressing my lips to his.

Travis' face was warm, but his hands were cold on my neck. It was a quick, chaste kiss, and I dropped back flat on my feet.

"I'm sorry for running you off." I said sheepishly, "Opening up to new people- it's weird for me."

He looked down, shaking his head. "I'm sorry for acting like a douchebag then leaving." He looked up to meet my eyes, "Sal, I just want you to be able to talk to me the way you talk to..." His voice trailed off.

I nodded, understanding. "Then you need to talk to me, too, you know.."

Travis sighed, "I know... and I haven't actually hurt myself since we've... been together. That was from before." He assured, gesturing at his legs.

"It's okay.." I leaned into him, burying my face into his chest. He smelled good, like candles and fresh laundry. "I used to cut myself."

Maybe it was weird, but I didn't know how else to say it, or bring it up.

He put his hand on the side of my face and lifted my head to look at him, "Have you recently?" His eyebrows were furrowed. He looked mad, but his voice was concerned.

I've come to learn that every emotion other than happy is easy to confuse with anger when it comes to Travis.

I shook my head, with a small smile. "No, I'm 7 and a half months clean."

Travis' expression softened, and replaced itself with his warm smile and heart melting sweet eyes.

My cheeks warmed up, so I shoved my face back into his chest. His arms wrapped around me tightly, he squeezed me.

So what, Ash was right. When is she not?

Whatever, this was exactly what I needed.

Travis
He's exactly what I need.