💙Salvis One~Shots 💜

💜 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 💜

(( I've literally probably written this exact scene from Sally Face One Million Times ;-; like it's such a classic scene in the game and for fan-fics to start off with and crap, but still lmao))

~Sal's POV:

I followed Travis into the boy's bathroom, since he seemed a bit upset after what Larry and the others said to him. I looked around in the bathroom, but no sign of Travis. I walked towards the stairs and heard a crinkle sound at my feet. I looked down at my feet and found a newly crumpled up piece of paper. I picked it up and began to uncrumple the paper. It was a bit hard to read, but I managed to read it. The letter/note said;

"I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame shallows me whole. My father would kill me, but I can't live in his shadow forever I just..."

And that's where the letter/note left off.

It didn't say who it was for or who it was from, but maybe I could figure it out somehow. I folded the letter/note up into a small square shape and put it into my sweater pocket. I then heard someone sniff from one of the stalls. It kinda sounded like a sad/crying sniff.

"Hello, is anyone else in here?" I asked, standing in front of one of the stalls that I heard the sniffle from.

"What do you want, freak?" I heard a familiar voice growl.

"T-Travis?" I asked, tilting my head a bit.

"S-Sally Face?!" I heard him say, sounding fairly shocked by my presence.

"Yeah?"  I said.

He went silent for a couple seconds, before speaking once again. "What the hell do you want, You Freak?"

~Travis's POV:

"Well, I thought I heard you crying and I wanted to check in on you."  He said, sounding slightly worried. "I don't need your damn sympathy and I wasn't crying. Crying is for faggots, like you and your friends."  I growled, yet deep down I was regretting all my word choices.

Why couldn't I just be nice to him?...Why couldn't I just be friends with him?...Why couldn't I just confess to him...Wait no!..

Many thoughts ran through my mind, causing more tears to fall from my face.

I heard Sal sigh. "Look, I know you hate me..."  I heard him ramble on, but my mind was only focused on those six specific words.

"Look, I know you hate me."

But I didn't hate him, if anything I loved him...a lot.

"I-I don't actually hate you.."  I mumbled, without thinking.

God..You really need to think before speaking, Travis.

Sal was quiet for a couple minutes, but I could see his shoes from under the stall door, so he was still there.

"You don't hate me?" He asked, sounding slightly confused.