Travis POV
We walked back inside. It felt good to be cuddled up against him again. All those years with my dead really fucked me up. I can be happy now that he doesn't give a damn about me, right? Sal's holding my hand, we're walking into school and everything's perfect. I cherish these moments now because if my dad became aware of this while I lived under his roof, he would beat the life out of me. Sometimes I wonder how my moms doing without me. I used to take most of the hits so she didn't have to.
(Ok so this has nothing to do with the story but I have a theory that Travis's dad is gay, umm back to the story now)
Sal squeezed me hand and I look down into his blue eyes. He always was able to see if I wasn't feeling alright. I just want to enjoy this. We've both been through enough. Fuck the world. Can't we just be happy?
Posting another chapter soon guys cause I know this one is soooooo short. Sorry for not posting. Kinda puked yesterday, and not feeling so good. Have a good day!
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The Note on the Bathroom Floor (Sal x Travis)
Fanfic"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...
