Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

Travis Phelps bullies Sal Fisher relentlessly, but little does Sally Face know Travis definitely doesn't hate him. after an incident in the bathroom and an agressive fight Sal ends up being around Travis more than the ideal amount. Larry obviously doesnt appreciate the new friendship between his step brother and the boy who bullied Sal ever since he started at nockfell high. follow along as Travis grows as a person and Sal learns more about what seems to be an asshole who picks on other for fun. Watch as an unlikely friendship grows into something more. Tw will be in the authors note and uploads might be slow as im working on this and an original story. if you enjoy my writing style please check it out as it would mean the world to me! (NONE OF THE ART IS MINE I FOUND IT ON PINTREST) sincerly, Adi

-->Travis Angst -->Triggers: Self-Harm, Child Abuse, Religous Truma, Bullying, Anorexia, Swearing & Slow Updated -->Ships: Salvis & Todd x Neil. -->First Few Chapters Are Shit Ngl <3 --> idek if this story will ever have an ending, but I will keep updating 😋 --> Bye!!! ٩(ര̀ᴗര́)

"Its just I hate myself sometimes and I really hate how I act. I'm so fucking mean to everyone, especially you and your friends, and I guess it's because your happy and I'm not. I've been jealous of you since you got here. Your perfect." "I've never been perfect, no one is. I just know which parts of myself to hide and which parts to show." ~ Travis Phelps was never much of a social person. Never had any real friends. Never had a real support system. That was until him and Sal Fisher form an unlikely friendship that makes Travis question his life and everything about it. ~ 18/41 chapters edited ~ TWs Psychical/verbal Abuse Drugs Mentions of Alcohol Implied eating disorders Religious Trauma Homophobia Slurs Suicidal thoughts/ideation (Rated mature for the above, No smut/NSFW) ~ 3/13/2023 - 8/3/2024 ~ Ranked 3 in #salvis as of 11/21/24 ~ I Can't find the credits to the cover send them to me if you know them. ~ Inspired by @Snopera 'Butterfly Weed'

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

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