my favorite flower is the forget me not // sal x travis

8

Usually, when Travis goes to school, his day is relatively short. Not like hour wise, but once he gets to school, before he knows it he's on the bus heading back home. However, today was different. Today the school day was slow. Minutes felt like hours and the only period that went by quickly was lunch. Once school got out, Travis was thankful. He was exhausted and he just hopes the rest of the day isn't so slow. Travis got on the bus and was on there for ten minutes. God, even the bus drive felt long. However, the second the bus stopped at his bus stop, Travis wishes his day would start over and feel longer. His dad's car was parked in the driveway. No, what? He wasn't suppose to be home for another two days. His heart sank and suddenly, he felt nauseous. Oh God, Sal left most of his things there since he was coming over on a daily basis. Sal left a bunch of his sweaters and one of his guitars. Travis stood frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. His legs felt like jelly and he felt sick. Really sick. What if he knows about the party? What if he knows about the times Sal would come over? Does he know that Sal is more than a friend? Does he know that they-

No.  

There's no way he knew about what they did at the party.

Travis forced himself to drag his feet up to his house. He cautiously entered through the garage. Travis paused then placed his cold hand on the door knob. He slowly turned it, the knob clicking in the process. He opened the door, slowly creeping in. His mom was at work and his dad was silent. He decided to try to make a break for his room, but the second he walked into the kitchen his blood ran cold.

His father sat at the table. In front of him was a bunch of Sal's sweaters and Sal's guitar leaned against the table. Travis knew that his father knew that they weren't his. 

"Travis," his father mumbled, his voice low and trembling.

"Y-yes?"

"Take a seat. Now."