thank you so much for being so patient, life is just a mess for me and writing is one of the few getaways I get from it. I am really disatisfied with this piece though, angst is not my forte.
requested by: @i-willgo-on
The first time Sal invited Travis to your lunch table was one of the most awkward moments of your life.
You and Travis would have never gotten along, to your knowledge. You were the weird kid in the class that kept to themselves and never took their hood off; he was the son of the most powerful man in the entirety of Nockfell county, as well as the most notorious bully in school, luckily for you he never had a bone to pick. You blended into the background seamlessly, easily forgotten, just the way you had liked it. You kept your grades on a good average, not high enough for a teacher to publicize your achievements, but high enough to pass. You hated bringing attention to yourself due to your mother, who held a grudge against you. She would yell at you anytime you were in sight, blamed for the death of your younger sister, blamed for your parent’s divorce, she would blame you for it all, so you taught yourself to slip under the radar.
Then you met Sal, the prosthetic-clad boy from 402. He had stumbled upon you doing your homework in 502, you had forgotten to lock the door. He was a bit shocked at first, but after the shock wore off not only did he treat you like a normal human being, but he also helped you with your science homework, in addition to dragging you along in his ghost-hunting adventures. Then Larry took a liking to you because of your mutual longing for you lost fathers, and the fact that you headbanged like a pro. From then on you continued to befriend the rest of the group, and they befriended you. They didn’t force you to join conversations, they didn’t ask why you were never in your apartment, and most importantly, when they did find out why, they offered you nothing but support. You loved your friends to hell and back.
You didn’t trust him at first, no one did, especially Larry and Ashley. They both had seen most of the bullying Sally endured, and had become Sal’s bodyguards after it got physical. However, he insisted that Travis had changed for the better, and you trusted Sal. He had given you, the creepy, quiet kid, a chance at friendship. Just like he had given one to Travis. So you took one for the team, and started making small talk with the blonde boy. The entire table went silent at your exchange.
You and Travis formed a bond of sorts. You didn’t know when or how, but you did. Calling him your best friend sounded like a stretch, but simply calling him a good friend didn’t sound like it was enough. Odd indeed, especially when he showed up at your hideout, 502, with tears running down his face and neck, panting like he had run a marathon, and shaking like a leaf.
You immediately tensed, worried sick. “Are you ok, Travis? What happened?"
He stood there for a second, sniffling, then sobbing, then he sprinted over to you and collapsed in your arms. You held him tight letting him wail in your embrace as he held onto to you like his life depended on it, rubbing circles on his back, listening to him ramble incoherently about his father, God, and himself. He didn’t return your embrace; he just curled up in your arms like a scared child running to their parents after a nightmare, except this time the child ran away from a reality that expected them once they went back. Once his wailing turned into sobs that tore your heart in a million pieces, you tried to let go of him so he could sit up. His arms flew to your sides, wrapping tightly around your torso, clinging for dear life. His grip was sort of awkward. Well, so was the entire situation, but that did little to distract you from his state. It was as if he had never hugged anyone before, and honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.
"Travis we have to get you-”
“NO! Please don’t take me back, he’s gonna kill me, pleasepleaseplease.” He, once again, started to sob violently. Pure panic gripping to every word.
“Travis, hey,” you gently patted his back,“I’m not gonna take you back, ok?"
Travis nodded, then he slowly unwrapped his arms from your waist. He sat still, waiting for you to state your destination.
You put an arm around his shoulders, ” as I was sayin, we have to get you some food and water.“
Travis looked baffled. Was-was he shocked? No way, had he never been cared for in his life? Well, you were about to change that. You helped him get to his feet, and took him to your apartment. Your mother had fucked off to somewhere, so you had the whole apartment to yourself.
Travis forced you to promise not to tell anyone about that night.
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