Salvis Stuff

Idk what to call this

Walking down the hallway of the school was supposed to be a simple task. Hell, all Travis wanted to do was to get to his math class so he wouldn't be late for his trigonometry test. God forbid he was, and he failed. The thought of his dad shouting at the top of his lungs over that made him speed walk even faster, making sure it wasn't enough to be considered a run in order to avoid yet another detention.

However, one person seemed to not give two shits for that rule, as he was sprinting as fast as his little legs could go. Behind him trailed that gothy emo, Ashley. Sneering as he sped up even more, he mentally begged the Lord not to let them notice he was there. The Lord was testing him recently, anyhow.

Of course, the Lord seemed to not care for his pleading, as he heard his name being shouted from the blue haired freak's mouth.

"Travis, Oh god Travis save me!" Sal cried dramatically. Sure enough, the fact that the masked kid even said his name made his heart skip a beat (though he just passed it off as some sort of tachycardia problem).

"What the fu-"

His cursing was interrupted by Sal jumping behind the blond's back, wrapping his tiny arms around him as if Travis would seriously protect him. Really, it did seem as if time had stopped at that moment. Every single orifice of Travis that Sal was touching burned, but in a good way.

Mentally cursing himself for thinking that, he turned behind him, the shorter boy seemed to be giggling despite the fact that he acted as if he was in some sort of danger. God, what the hell was he up to now?

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you Sally Face?!"

He hadn't meant for that to come off as rude. The time they met in the bathroom had made him very particular over the way he acted in front of Sal, trying oh so hard to not berate the only one who had ever reached out to him. This time, it just slipped out though.

His question was then answered by Ash dashing straight towards him, and he braced himself for impact, teeth clenched and fists clasped firmly. However, the crash never came. The only thing that happened was that Ash and Sal were now running around him in a circle, as if he was the last seat in a game of musical chairs.

Wondering what they were doing, he tried to speak, but he just couldn't. It was hard to recover from what Sal just did to him, afterall. Fuck, he was probably a blushing mess after that, but he had no way of escaping as they were circling him like crazed sharks chasing eachother.

Ash was wiggling her fingers, so Travis just assumed she was trying to tickle the one she was chasing, and Sal was having none of it. Though it was all presumably playful, it still made Travis slightly pissed to think that someone other than himself was tormenting the poor boy. By torment, he meant tickling.

What an absolutely stupid thing to be jealous of.

God would never love him for having these impure thoughts, Travis decided. And with that, he shoved his way past the two saying "out of my way, fags", though it was clearly a stark contrast to his normally harsher tone. The two of them simply stared at him, going back to what they were doing beforehand.

He hadn't meant for that remark to slip out. It was the first time in a while he let a slur pass his lips, however, he felt as if he was cornered, and needed to defend himself, so he turned to old habits. Not a good excuse, obviously.

Ash and Sal's chasing commenced for the rest of the week, and on Friday, Travis began to start pondering why the hell Ash hadn't caught him yet. It was probably because Sal kept out-smarting her in one way or another, just as he did with every other challenge he faced. A trait Travis truly admired.

After forcing himself to get that embarrassing fact out of his mind, he decided he would put an end to their game, once and for all. Sal, Ash, and Travis had all shared chemistry class, and the christian had overheard Sal simply state that the rules were "if I get tickled, you win,". However, Sal never said Ash had to tickle him.

Fuck it, he should get this done and over with so he can finally get some peace and quite. Maybe, in truth, he just wanted to replace Ash just this once, but he wouldn't dare admit that to himself, mentally or otherwise. His father would most definitely disown him for thinking something along any of those lines.

So, while Ash and Sal circled him for the second time that week, he decided to strike. Sal, of course, was so trusting in him, believing that he wouldn't dare side with the enemy. He was wrong, and stupid at that.

While Sal gripped Travis's sides for protection, Travis turned around and, very carefully, snuck both of his hands towards his prey's ribs. In turn, laughter filled the corridor, thankfully every other kid had been in the cafeteria. The only reason Travis was outside was because it wasn't bologna day.

Not only did this action shock Sal, but it shocked Ash, and even Travis himself. Doubt weighed on his mind ever since he had this idea, and he was probably right to think this was idiotic of him to do. Reminding himself of his father's words of never touching a boy in any kind of way, he wished he could disappear. Silence dragged on begrudgingly as both of the other teens stared at him. Either with disgust or impression, he didn't know. He assumed it was the first option.

Dear god please just strike me now.

More laughter filled the air, even though Travis had stopped tickling long ago. Thankfully, the silence was over, but he was still surprised. Both of them were laughing, and so was he. Sal turned to Travis and, bending down on one knee and bowing his head, said,

"Oh dear Travis of mine, you have won the game, and therefore, have won my heart!"

And in an ever-so-dramatic fashion, he leapt to his feet and pretended to swoon, Ash helping his acting by 'catching' him. This only made Travis's heart soar higher than any heaven that could exist. Ash patted his back in a way that said 'thank you', though clearly jokingly, and it only made him happier to think that yet another person didn't hate his guts. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't think that pat was going to turn into a full blown fist fight.

With that, they were all giggling again,Travis's face clearly flushed, but if either of the others noticed it, they seemed to not care. And then the bell rang. They parted ways, yet even after the interaction with Sal and his friend ended, his heart was still racing faster than any car he could imagine. Clearly, it was Sal that made him this giddy. It was Sal who made him wish that ringing had never come.

He loved it, yet hated it all the same.