The taller male flinched as his blue haired friend cleaned the blood from his knuckles. Sal grabbed his arm and held him still, glaring as the boy squirmed beneath his grip.
"Hold still, Lar. I can't help you if you refuse to cooperate." He huffed, worrying at his lip.
"I'm fine, Sal." Larry grumbled back.
"No, you're really not. And I need you to stop... you don't have to fight my fights, I can handle myself. Travis isn't the worst thing I've dealt with." Sal let out a wry laugh from behind his mask, continuing to clean his friends knuckles.
"Yeah, looked like you could reaaaaally handle yourself as he held you against a locker while spitting obscenity after obscenity at you." Larry teased, rolling his honey brown eyes.
"Shut up. Just let me finish this up then we can order pizza." Sal said, lightly lunching the lanky male's arm.
"Sure, whatever. Just hurry up, this shit hurts like hell." Larry complained. After Sal finished up, he helped Larry to his feet and clambered down the rickety steps of the treehouse. The brunette followed close behind his blue friend as they both made their way back to Larry's room.
Once inside they both plopped down onto his bed, letting out a small sigh before reaching over and grabbing Sal's phone. Larry dialed the number for the closest pizza place, and ordered one pepperoni and one cheese. Sal hummed happily in agreement as Larry hung up the phone and set it down.
"Twenty minutes. How do you wanna kill time?" Larry asked, flicking Sal's prosthetic cheek. Sal shot the boy a look before shrugging.
"I like to watch you paint. It's- calming. You're really good." Sal smiled, stretching his hands over his head until he heard a satisfying pop.
"That's creepy, but also really cool. I like it, little dude. I'm actually working on a piece right now, so you're in luck." Larry grinned, bringing out numerous paint brushes, pallets, and an unfinished masterpiece.
"That looks amazing already! Who is it?" Sal asked, puzzled as to whom lay on the stretched out fabric of the canvas.
"Well, I was hoping maybe you'd let me.. ya know... reference you?" Larry said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared at the younger male.
"That'd be chill.. I'd actually really like that." Sal smiled, giving the Johnson boy a thumbs up.
"Sweet. Could you, maybe, practice while I paint? I find it, ahem, 'calming, and you're really good at playing'." Larry said in a mimicking tone, similar to that of Sal's. The bluenette laughed before grabbing his guitar.
"Fine. But don't blame me if it sounds like total shit." Sal mumbled as he lightly strummed the strings of the instrument, stoping to tune it before continuing.
"It won't... it never does." Larry's replied with a slightly happy tone as he began mixing paint. The boys sat there for a long while before they heard a knock at the door, which caused Larry to stand up quickly and flung paint all over his room. They both laughed before Sal agreed to get the door while Larry cleaned up his mess.
After the pizza was safely on the counter, Sal returned to help Larry with the predicament he had gotten himself into.
"Hm. Decided to paint everything but the canvas. Strange, but I like your enthusiasm." He joked, handing Larry a watered down towel. The boy scoffed, thanking his friend and cleaning up his mess. "Travis was the delivery boy." Sal grimaced.
Larry nearly spit out his lungs as he heard those words, throwing himself into a laughing fit that ended with small coughs.
"Oh Jesus that's gold." He smiled.
"I got pictures- wanna hang them all over the school Monday?" Sal asked smugly.
"Holy fuck dude... this is why I love you." Larry joked, his grin bigger than ever now. While the words were said in a platonic manner, Sal still felt the pain of them. Maybe, just maybe, he liked the boy. But now wasn't the time to catch feelings.
But... if not now, then when?
A/N
Heyo! Not sure how I feel about this. I had high hopes and they kinda plummeted as I wrote more. Tell me what you think!
Have a nice day/night :)
~Anna
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Sapphire Sins (Sallary)
FanfictionNo one noticed the blue haired boy, unless it was to make fun of his prosthetic face. Henry Fisher, the father of the boy, decided that maybe moving to some place new would help lift the boy's spirits. Sal didn't think it would work, he thought tha...
