Travis's pov
I looked over to see Larry passed out on the couch and I started wondering what had happened yesterday. I don't remember much. I got up and got dressed, then going outside for some fresh air.
I seen Sally Fisher, it's been a while. We talked for a bit and then he left again. He said him and Ash were together now, it was interesting. But he seemed off. Sal was fidgety and stuttering on his words. Whatever, he's nothing special to me anyways. Or..Is he...?
It's cold, maybe I should go inside. But it's fine, I'll be okay. It's like my father used to say, "Travis, you're a little bitch and you need to man up." Oh my god...I'm turning into my father! This is not good...This is terrible!
I'm starting to break down...Why..? Soon enough, here I am...Crying again. Why am I not surprised?
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Bruises and heavy metal
FantasyA story between two good friends [True story of mine with a friend named Larry]