The Blue Boy

What Is This? • 20 •

Sal's POV

I hold onto Larry for dear life, almost like he's going to disappear. One second, I was pissed off and scared of him, now I don't want him to ever leave me.

He pulls away to look at me. When he does, he locks hands with me. He accidentally brushes his finger over my cuts, and I try not to wince.

He looks shocked for a second, but then it turns to sadness.

"Sal," He starts, "Let me see your arm,"

I don't give in for a long minute, but I finally hand my arm to him.

He rolls up my sleeves carefully and takes a long look. "Sal..." Something wet hits my scars and I flinch. He's crying.

I stay quiet since I don't want to make him upset again.

He pulls my sleeve back down and hugs me hard. If he hugs me any tighter, I might break.

Of course, I hug back and we stay like this for a while.

"Please tell me next time when you're hurting," He whispers into my ear with a scratchy voice.

I nod against his shoulder. I know that if I speak, I'll end up crying.

Gizmo comes up between us to break the moment and I laugh. He glares at Larry before sitting in my lap.

"Dude, your cat fucking hates me," He reaches out to pet him, but Gizmo just leans in closer to me.

I shrug, "He just doesn't know you,"

"Could we go back to your place?" I ask after a minute. "I get the chills here,"

His whole attitude seems to shift and then shift again. "Yeah, just.." he starts, helping me up off the floor, "pack some clothes together,"

I nod and grab my light pink duffle bag out of my closet. I just start cramming most of my clothes in there.

I also grab my GearBoy, the bandages I bought, my guitar from school, and my stuff to clean my glass eye. Speaking of--

"Hey, Larbear," I turn to him, smiling, "wanna see something cool?"

"I'm worried, but sure.."

I reach up to my eye socket and carefully pull out my glass eye and hold it so I'm 'looking' at him.

"Oh my fucking god," he holds his stomach, "dude."

I laugh and get closer to him with my fake eye. "What's wrong Larbearrr, he just wants to say hiiiii,"

"Get that. Fucking thing. Away. From. Me. Sal," He says, stepping back.

I just laugh and pop it back into my socket.

He shivers and walks out. "I'm gonna raid your pantry,"

"Good luck finding anything edible," I laugh and continue packing.

He groans.

When I'm finally done, I meet him out there and finally clip on my prosthetic. "Ready?"

I nod.

"Are we.." He starts, "together?" He's smiling cutely and, honestly, looks like a weak bottom.

I smile, too. "I would like that," I say quietly.

He laughs then goes silent. I feel a sudden warmth in my hand and look down to see he intertwined our fingers.

I look up at him and he turns away, blushing.

We stop holding hands when we get to his apartment.

"Hello, boys," Lisa greets us. She's wearing a medium length purple dress with a white cover up jacket thing.

"Woah, you look dressed up," I say and she smiles. She's wearing makeup, too.

"Thank you, Sal," She flattens out her dress a bit, "Mr. Phelps invited me to his church a few days ago,"

My stomach drops. "And you're actually going?" Larry asks, not hiding his disgust.

"Larry, don't be rude," She tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear, "I was actually going to take you two boys as well,"

My eyes widen, "what," I almost drop my stuff.

She looks disappointed, "I'm trying to be nice to them, so humor me,"

I sigh, "Even if I wanted to go, I don't have any church worthy clothes,"

"I thought that could be the case," She leaves to go into her room.

I notice Larry trying to make a break for it and I stifle a laugh.

"Larry Johnson, you better not walk out the door,"

Larry looks surprised, and begrudgingly walks back into the living room.

She peeks her head out, "Now, go get some good clothes on, and come here, Sal,"

I leave my bag and stuff by the door.

She hold up two different outfits, "I have this really cute dress, and I have one of Larry's old suits," She hands them both to me.

The dress is a bright yellow with some lacy frills at the bottom. It looks like it would reach my knees. The sleeves, thankfully, are long. It's collared, but it doesn't look uncomfortable. It also has a white belt that goes with it.

The suit, on the other hand, is a very dark navy blue. Almost black. The pants are shorts, which turns me off real fast. Sure, I do wear shorts, but it's fucking cold.

I hand her back the suit and keep the dress. "I thought you would like it,"

I leave to change into it. She also hands me some white tights, since it's cold.

I actually look...cute. The dress compliments my--albeit feminine--curves. I hope Lisa can fix my hair.

She smiles brightly when I come out. "Could you fix my hair, Lisa?"

She nods quickly and brushes my hair out. I struggle to not curse madly when she pulls out some hairs.

She puts my mane up in a high, fluffy ponytail. She ties it off with a yellow ribbon. When she's done, she holds my cheeks and kisses my forehead.

"You look beautiful, Sal," She flashes a motherly grin.

Just then, Larry comes out in a red, plaid button-up with the sleeves rolled up. He just has some regular jeans on. They've been treated better than his other pants, though.

He looks hot.

I know that my face is heating up, but I try to ignore it.

Larry, on the other hand, is looking annoyed. "I'm just doing this to make you happy, Mom," he grunts out.

Lisa smiles, "I know, dear, now let's go,"

Lisa had also given me a small purse for my phone and stuff. I do put my phone, wallet, and keycards in there.

Larry calls shotgun, so I'm left in the back watching the world go by.