breaking off. //sf fanfic//

lunch

holy SHIT i totally forgot about this account entirely omg. I'm so sorry for making yall wait but here!!! ill make it up to you guys for being absent I promise broskis!!

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Sal looked around the lunchroom, trying to find somebody other than (bitchass) Larry to sit with. his eyes met Travis's, and as much as Sal loathed him, he decided he was his best bet. he everyone had already noticed his hair and he knew that Travis could be somewhat enjoyable to call names without feeling bad. he walked over to Travis, taking a seat next to him at the empty table. 

"What do you want fa- Holy shit." Sal rolled his eyes as Travis looked at him with utmost shock- had he not seen sal already. damn. "what the fuck happened?" Sal sighed heavily, opening his lunch bag. 

"I had a mental breakdown and cut my hair." Sal hadn't expected Travis to look so...concerned. Sal tried to look away. he had NOT expected him to give him pity. 

"Why the fuck- I mean. I'm sorry about that?" Sal looked at him with shock. 

"what?" 

"I'm..sorry I guess?" Sal looked bewildered. "ah, jeez, its just your hair was such a..defining feature of you? not that I liked it, though. it was gay." Travis looked away, scratching his neck. "shit, I dunno. you're still a fucking fag though, girl's hair or not."  Sal smiled a bit under his mask.

"Ya know, that's actually pretty nice of you Travis." The blonde looked surprised. 

"what? how?" Sal raises his mask a bit so he could take a bite of the sandwich he packed himself. 

"well, you basically said even without the thing that defined me im still me. that's cool of you Travis." Travis looked flustered. he took a sip of his juice before changing his expression angry.

"ah, well, why aren't you sitting with your friends? I'm sure they're much nicer than me." Sal sighed. "actually, no." Travis looked a bit surprised. "why?"

Sal looked away again. he didn't realize how much everything had fucked up since last night until Travis actually asked. "I... I and Larry had a huge fight last night. Like, fucking huge. so now I'm sure he hates my guts and he hates me and thinks I'm stupid for whining about my dead fucking mom, so ya know, I'm kinda not supposed to be there. or even here right since he hates me now. cause like Larry was my boyfriend? and we broke up? so like, I'm really sad right now and I actually really wanna die-" Sal stopped himself when he saw Travis's face.  he looked sympathetic. 

"holy shit. I'm sorry Sal. that sounds fucked." Sal smiled. "yeah. it was. it still is." Travis looked at his food. "you guys were good friends. as much as I hate you fags, you guys like, totally belong to be friends. maybe not dating cause that's gay and gross, but you guys are great together. I'm sorry." sal smiled a little wider. 

"you know, you aren't all that bad, Travis." Travis scoffed. "listen to me fag I'm only saying that cause i feel bad for you." his face flushed a bright scarlet. Sal laughed.

Larry watched the two boys exchange from afar, jealousy almost consuming him. what was going on....?