Larry Johnson - Tumblr Posts
YAYAYA
I couldnt figure out how to reply to your response to my ask so a bit more specific this time :3c
Larry givinf travis a bath cause he got sweaty and overstimulated
Originally I was thinking it'd just be him hating the sweat — Sensory reasons — But now I'm thinkin, since we're barely comin' outta June, maybe Larry had dragged him to a pride parade but it got reeeally hot and it was super bright and loud and Travis didn't like it
(Personal experience ignore my projection hehe)
maybe pride isnt for him after all. or summer. lol
they're stupid i love them
(side note to anyone who has sent me asks im gonna work on them at some stage soonish ! sorry for the wait :3)
Beating travis has no End
GUYS IM THE BOYFRIEND RUNS AROUND IN CIRCLES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH RAGHDHHHH. FALLS OVER
hi sally face fandom, you miss me?
quotes by me and my boyfriend btw :3
Funky lil idea of Autistic Travis having a moment because he tried to be nice and share something he liked with Larry. Larry wasn’t in a good mood so he lashed out.
Sal and Larry looked for Travis for an hour only to find him crying in the car and holding whatever he had tried to show Larry. Of course Sal was going to verbally beat Larry’s ass, AFTER comforting Travis.
Since Kenneth is an absolute bastard I just know that he forced Travis to ‘be normal’ and mask. But Travis’ mask become a copy of his father hence the abusive nature.
Travis has flappy hands when he’s excited and when Sal points out that’s a part of his quirks, Larry, regrettably, informs him that one time he and Ash did laugh at him for that. Hence the aggression getting a lot worse for Larry specifically.
Sal likes to sit and listen to Travis talk about his latest fixation. When Travis was super into moths he gave an entire PowerPoint presentation on copious facts about some species Sals never even heard of!
Main four + Travis first time NSFW
Sal
•Nervous as hell •Constantly asking if he's doing it right •Keeps asking if you're okay •Is really gentle •Asks if it's good •Once he figures it out, he goes all in •Praising •"You're doing so good" •"You're so beautiful" •"I love you" •"Keep going" •"You feel so good" •Keeps eye contact with kisses and hickeys •Is pretty quiet on top but has to hold a pillow over his face as bottom •Pervert •Won't let you leave without a kiss goodbye
Larry
•Knows what he's doing despite being a virgin •Makes you finish but *overstim* •Eye contact •Makes sure he doesn't hurt you •Gentle or rough depending on how you like it •Praising you- •"You feel so good"- •"You're taking me so well"- •"You look so beautiful right now" •Doesn't talk dirty, he talks nasty •Super loud •Is a switch •Aftercare is a must •Won't let you leave w/o aftercare
Ashley
•Has toys but doesn't want to use them the first time •Eats you out/sucks you off first •Knows what she's doing, for the ladies •Makes it sensual and romantic •Kissing w/ tongue •Lets you be bottom first •Is a switch but mainly top •Lingerie •Cuddles after
Todd
•Makes it sweet •Constant reassurance •Gentle •Tries to be top but isn't very good •Lets you dom him once you're comfortable •Goes apeshit for degrading •Pull his hair •Move your hands all around his body/massage •Is okay with rough or gentle •After care <3
Travis •Is the bottom •Likes rough or gentle •Is really into praise •Loves dirty talk •Aftercare for this poor boy <3 •Likes his hair pulled, not too hard •Will cover his face •Loud asf •Nervous •Needs reassurance •Needs to be held afterwards
Church Boy-Warm Welcome
Larry walked me to homeroom, luckily, we had it together. "Lucky, you got Gibson for fourth. He's so fuckin' cool. Guy doesn't get angry either, I've tried." Larry envied. "Ha, loser." I mocked. Larry pushed me through the doors of homeroom and to the back of the dull grey area.
"Mr. Fisher!" The teacher exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. "Hello...?" I dizzily asked. "Why don't you introduce yourself to your peers? I'm sure they're dying to know about you!" he said, letting me go and allowing me to steady myself on my feet.
"Alright..." I whispered. "I'm Sal, most people call me Sally Face. I just moved here from Jersey with my dad. I like guitar and um...I love metal." I said, trying to hold my limbs as close as I could, hoping that my body would eventually just pop into nothingness, so I didn't have to stand there awkwardly anymore.
"Great! You may sit where you please, Mr. Fisher. I trust you'll make a good decision." the teacher called out, giving a sweet smile and thumbs up.
Once the teacher turned his attention back to putting on the documentary, Larry started talking to me. "You seem happy, what? It cause Travis ain't here?" Larry asked, glancing over to make sure that the teacher wasn't looking. "Yeah, I guess. It's nice not being bullied." I truthfully answered.
Larry chucked and began once again. "Tell me about it! I have damn near every class with that bastard." He signed out, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Ha, sucks for you!" I mocked. "Whatever, get bent." Larry retorted, flipping me off.
I returned the favor and stuck up my middle finger with a smile nobody could see.
*Time skip*
After class, Larry walked me to math. He informed me that the math teacher was real sweet but sometimes oddly strict. I graciously accepted the valuable information and walked straight in.
Larry said that he was friends with this girl named Ash. He said she was sweet, pretty, smart, and good at art. Kinda sounded like he had a crush on her if you ask me.
Anyways, I walked in and immediately knew who Ash was. She had long brown hair and vibrant green eyes. She was peach and had a difference in skin color on her neck and face. It was cool.
I could see why he liked her. She was beautiful but not really my type. Mostly because I preferred guys...
"Are you Ash?" I asked, tapping her shoulder. "I am, yea! How'd you know?" She asked, a sweet smile never leaving her face. "Larry." I informed. She smirked and rolled her eyes jokingly. "Of course." She snickered. "Sorry, what's your name?" Ash asked. "Sal but most people call me Sally Face..." I answered. "Sally Face?"
"Yea, cause of the...prosthetic..." I finished. Her expression changed from sweet and welcoming to pitying and sad. "Sorry, didn't mean to make it depressing." I apologized. "It's fine, really, it is." She reassured.
She gave me a quick hug and then the teacher walked in so I sat near the back of the class, already knowing I would have to introduce myself.
"Kids! We have a new student today. Sal, please stand and introduce yourself." She asked. This time, it had been a demand. Not something I could choose and say yes or no to. I had to.
I adios from my seat in the back and began the speech I was going to have to review in every class. "Hey, I'm Sal. My friends call me Sally Face. I moved here from Jersey with my dad. I like guitar and metal." I said, sitting back down after the approving smile from my teacher.
"Alright, well, let's get started." Ms. Packerton announced. She began to hand out an assignment, and we were allowed to start once she was done. The assignment was easy for the most part. It was just calculating the value of x.
I finished quickly and turned it into her. As I said, I didn't get any sleep last night, so I was agitated and exhausted. I laid my head down and accidentally drifted off to sleep.
After a few minutes, I heard my name being called. "Mr. Fisher, that doesn't look like math to me." Mrs. Packerton joked. "Sorry, I must have dozed off. And I already finished the assignment." I informed, grabbing my pencil and doodling on a page in my notebook.
"Yes, you aced it as well. But please, had up for the rest of class."
"Sure."
I hadn't noticed, but Travis had turned around to face me. "Mr. Phelps, eyes on your paper, please." Mrs. Packerton called out. He rolled his eyes and made a mocking face before turning back around and continuing to do his paper.
After class, I met up with Larry and Ash before lunch. Fortunately for me, Travis was out there too.
"Het, freak! Nobody likes a goody two shoes, Saaaally face!" He taunted. "Nobody likes a cliche bully, Traaavis." I retorted, rolling my eye.
"Whatever, faggot..."
"Wow, Trav. You kiss your daddy with that tongue?"
And that's when I felt it.
That's when I felt what Travis did.
"Shut up!" Travis screamed. The crowd we had drawn began to ooh and aww, but I paid no attention. I focused on my pain, the feeling of the blood dripping out of my nose, and the sound of my prosthetic cracking. Through the crowd, I saw Larry. His tall stature makes him very visible.
"What the hell happened, Sal?!" Larry yelled, shoving past the horde of teens that were recording and trying to encourage me to throw a punch. "Travis..." I answered, watching as Travis walked away through the crowd. "Travis happened..." I finished. "Are you fucking kidding? Your first day!? That fucking prick..." Larry said, practically seeing red. "It's fine. He might not have a good home life, you never know." I suggested, holding my mask so it wouldn't fall.
"What a warm welcome."
(Originally posted May 14th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Warm Welcome - Wattpad
Church Boy-Offer
Travis' POV:
I punched him...
Holy shit...
After that, I just walked away. I couldn't let anyone see my fucking sinning face. I went to the bathroom and locked myself in a stall. I tried to hold them back, but I ended up crying like the failure I am...
I stayed quiet, now and then a small sob would escape. After a few minutes, I heard footsteps and wiped my eyes. "Someone in here?" a sweet voice asked.
I recognized it.
Sal...
"No shit, get out."
"Are you okay?"
"What do you think!?"
"...Why do you hate me so much...?"
"Because you and your friends are a bunch of fags! God will never love you, why should I?"
"Y'know, we're not all gay. Except for me and Todd, were super gay."
"...I don't really hate you...or your friends..."
"I didn't think so..."
"..."
"Hey, if you ever want to, y'know, hang out or get away from your dad, you could hang out with me."
"..."
"Just, think about it and let me know. If you ever need anybody to talk to, I'm always here for you. I will never turn you down, my door is always open."
"Thanks..."
"No problem!"
"But, why are you being so nice to me?"
"I don't think you're a bad guy, Travis. Under all that anger, I think there's a good dude who's afraid to be himself."
"You're wrong..."
"What?"
"You're wrong. I am of nothing good. I am a sinner. I am a failure..."
"Travis, don't say that. You aren't any of those things. If I thought so, I wouldn't be here."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Thanks, Sally face..."
"Of course, Travis."
"Hey, um."
"Yeah?"
"It's just...Mrs. Packerton said I needed some tutoring. Do you...know anyone who could...?"
"I could!"
"You?"
"Yeah, if that's okay with you. We don't have to be friends, but I wouldn't mind helping."
"Are you sure? I mean, after what just happened, I didn't think you'd even consider me human."
"Travis, we can be friends...we don't have to be enemies..."
"..."
"Are you free after school? We could start today."
"Yea...I'll have to...sneak out..."
'Oh, no. You don't have to. I could go over to your house! Or we could meet at the park or something. I don't want to get you in trouble."
"Why the hell are you so fucking nice?"
"I...I don't know..."
"..."
"Well, I live in Addison Apartments. Stop by if you want..."
"..."
I felt my eyes tear up again. They wouldn't stop and I didn't put in an effort to make them. Footsteps erupted from in front of the stall and then the bathroom door slammed shut and I heard the bell ring. It was time for class.
I opened the stall and snatched my backpack from the floor. "Shit..." I muttered, running as fast as I could to my next class.
Once I arrived, I sat in the back and pulled out my book. It was about space. I stole it off my dad's shelf, I wanted to read something other than the Bible. He would've killed me if he found out, whatever. Not like he reads these anyways. Just for display.
Just like our family...
Display...
*Time Skip*
I went to my 4th class. This one I had with Sally...That fucking freak. Weird ass blue hair, I never even saw any brown spots at his roots. Was it natural? Weird... And he always wore his hair super feminine. Whether it was in pigtails, ponytails, or space buns, it was feminine. His eyes always shone through his mask. They were the same color as his hair, too.
Baby blue...
They could practically see through me. That's what it felt like, at least, when he looked at me. They were kind of pretty. Actually, I think one of them is fake. When he rolls his eyes at me, only one rolls. The other one stays in place, maybe shift a little. His piercings were kinda cool, too.
He had his cartilage pierced. I think he did all his piercings at home because he had a safety pin through it with a little dried blood. He wasn't a pussy, I could give him that.
"Mr. Phelps, please read the next paragraph for us." The teacher called out, snapping me out of my trance.
I hadn't noticed, but I was staring at Sal. "Uh, yea." I said, finding where we were and continue the article. After I finished, the class grew silent, and I looked around. I noticed Sal staring at me and I quickly looked away. "Mr. Fisher, staring isn't polite. Please turn around." the teacher rhetorically asked. "Yes, sir..." Sal answered, turning back around and looking down at his textbook.
"Alright, for the homework tonight, you are all required to read the rest of the section and write a summary with at least 4 paragraphs and 5 sentences in each. Thank you and see you all tomorrow." he said, allowing us to leave. "Mr. Phelps and Mr. Fisher, do you mind staying back?" he called, standing by the door.
Sal and I shared a look of confusion before waiting with the teacher until everyone else left. After everyone was gone, he started to talk to us. "I have the understanding that one of you is exceptionally gifted in mat but not so much in literature. The other one is the opposite. I recommend that you two tutor and help each other for your own sake. Finals are coming up and I want you all to pass. Please consider this. I don't want to hold either of you back..." the teacher offered, suggesting that we take his advice.
"Now, I'll write you two some passes, and you can get going." he informed, clapping his hands to signify the end of the conversation. Sal nodded and I stayed still, tapping my foot. He finished the passes and sent us on our way.
After getting to my next class, I sat in an empty seat and started reading. "Mr. Phelps, could you please tell the class what has piqued your interest so?" My teacher said, crossing her arms and scowling. "Um...just this book..." I answered, closing the book and putting it on my desk.
"Hmm..." she irritably said, turning back around and finishing her examples. After that class, I finished my next with no interruptions.
I walked out of the class and to my locker. After grabbing my things, I closed it and started to walk away before someone grabbed me by the back of my shirt. I was yanked to the ground and looked up to see Larry Johnson standing above me. "The fuck do you want?!" I yelled, squirming a little. "You wanna pick fights? Huh? You wanna pick fights with Sal, do you? See It doesn't feel good when someone bigger than you pick on you, does it?" he jeered, smiling wildly.
"Larry! What the hell?!" A voice yelled.
Sal...
"What the fuck are you doing to him?" Sal asked, grabbing Larry by the back of his shirt and yanking him off me. When they fell on the floor, Larry fell on top of Sal. Larry was pinning Sal down.
I'm not sure why, but that pushed me over the edge. I got up and threw my biggest textbook at Larry's face. "Fuck you, asshole!" I screamed, watching as blood trickled out of his nose and onto his shirt.
"What the hell, man?!" he yelled back, holding back tears.
I walked away after that...
(Originally posted on May 15th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Offer - Wattpad
Church Boy-Failure
TW
I walked home instead of riding the bus. I couldn't face that fucking freak and his stoner buddy.
When I got home, my father was sitting in the living room. He always loved that chair, potentially more than he loved me.
"Travis."
"Father."
"I have a question."
"Yes, sir?" I ask, heart racing. "Do you think I'm a monster?" he asked, calm as ever. "No! Of course not, father!" I protested, dropping my school bag. "Oh?" he stated, giving me a subtle look of surprise. "Really? Then tell me why... tell me why you are so scared of me."
"What...?"
"You heard me, son."
"..."
"Go on...Tell me...If you aren't scared."
"Well...because you are my father and I know you love me. The punishments hurt but I am deserving of them! You are teaching me."
"Good. To your room. Now."
"Yes, sir."
I grabbed my bag and then walked up to my bedroom, sitting on my mattress that was resting on the floor. After an hour or so, I fell asleep. My dream was weird.
-DREAM-
I walked into the school's bathroom. Sobs and cries emanated from a stall. "Hello? Are you okay?" I called out.
The voice was not mine.
So familiar, yet I couldn't pinpoint it.
"I'm fine! Go away, fucking freak..." the hidden voice replied, voice cracking. "I just want to help..." I muttered, embarrassment hinting in my tone. "I don't need your pity!" the voice yelled, slightly distorted. "I'm sorry..." I apologized, walking away and back through the doors.
"Faggot!" the voice yelled as I walked through the doors. I didn't pay it any mind. But now, I was in my bedroom. Not my actual bedroom, one that was supposed to be mine. I lay in blue covers, blue sheets, blue hair, blue eyes, and blue pills...
My vision was funky and weird.
I grabbed for something on the side of my bed. With a small 'pop!' I could see better. "Sal!" a voice called from the next room. Involuntarily, I got up and fell into a deep abyss upon stepping off my bed.
That's when I woke up. I sat up in my bed, sweating and shaking. A moment later, my father walked in. "Travis, I suggest you begin to prep the table. That is, unless, of course, you aren't eating." he said, then closed the door and exited.
I sighed softly and left my room. My father was in the living room, he was reading a book. "Prick..." I thought.
*Time Skip*
I finished setting the table and alerted my father. "Father, the table is set." I informed, tending to my seat across from where my father will sit. "Good." he answered. When he arrived at the table, he sat and we began to pray.
(Sorry, I'm not religious and I don't want to include an actual prayer. I don't know what to put and it doesn't exactly matter anyways. I hope you all understand!)
"Amen." we finished.
Dinner went by silently, it used to be comfortable and talkative when mother was here. I miss her...so much...
After dinner, I went back up to my room and lay down. Not to sleep, but to think and relax. Two hours passed and my father burst into my room. "Travis. Your teacher has informed me that you need math tutoring and that you could also tutor someone yourself, get up." he demanded. "Yes, father."
I obediently got up and walked to the door, waiting for further instructions. "Come." he commanded. I followed my father down to the front door and waited by his side. A few muffled voices were heard on the other side, and my heart beat up.
My father sighed in exasperation and looked over at me. He scowled and smacked the back of my head. "Act proper. You fucking failure..." he demanded, muttering the last part. "Yes, sir." I replied, fixing my posture and smiling. My father opened the door and there he fucking was...
Larry Johnson...
He was wearing a white button-up and some beige dress pants with loafers. His hair was brushed and pulled into a ponytail.
Oh my fucking...
My fists clenched but I forced a smile. "Hello, Larry." I greeted, smiling until my face hurt. "Hey, Travis!" he responded, shaking my hand. "Hello, Mr. Phelps." Larry said, shaking my father's hand as well.
"Good evening, Mr. Johnson. It's so nice to see you. I know you'll be a great influence on Travis. If there's any trouble, don't hesitate to bring him home immediately..."
Little did Larry know, that was a threat. "Of course, Mr. Phelps! Can he come now? I don't want to be out too late!" Larry asked, faking it all. "Yes. He can go. I suggest bringing him home tomorrow morning." My father said, eying me.
"Yes, sir! Will do!" Larry agreed, smiling harder. "Great." my father said, smiling again.
*Time Skip*
After my father and Larry stopped talking, he allowed me to follow him back to his apartments. He lived in Addison, they were right by the church, so I knew exactly where they were located.
*Time Skip*
We got to the apartments and walked in. Larry grabbed a keycard from his pocket, and we started to descend. "Oh my fucking god!" Larry exclaimed, ripping off his button-up to reveal a brown shirt with the letters "SF" printed in the middle.
"What are you going to do to me?" I exasperatedly asked. "Nothing, that's a question better fit for Sal." Larry answered. As soon as he said that the elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. "Come on, my room this way." Larry nonchalantly said. "Okay?" I responded, following right behind.
We walked into a nice-looking apartment, it was cozy and smelled like a home-cooked meal. I followed Larry into a room with a 'Do not Enter' sign on it. The room smelt of weed and smoke. There was a noticeable blue at the far end of the room.
Sal...
"Hey, Sal! I'm back with your boyfriend!" Larry yelled. "Shut up, Larry." Sal replied. I looked down and when I looked back up, Sal was right in front of me. He had no shirt on, and some baggy jeans that were barely on his hips. "Hey, Travis." Sal greeted.
I was in a trance.
I could see his waist, it looked so fragile and small. His hips were defined and curved. The way I could see the little lines leading into his pants and a small part of his blue happy trail. I could even see a part of his boxers. "Travis?" Sal asked again, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
"Yea?" I ask, finally paying attention. "Are you okay?"
"Yep."
"Alright, do you wanna help me with English or do you wanna study math?"
"Um..."
"..."
"Let's do the literature. I can get all my frustration out with that first."
"Ha, okay. I can get the textbook, just give me a second."
"Alright."
Sal walked over to Larry's bed and flipped over the covers. After searching for a second, he found it and lifted a large textbook. "Found 'em!" he shouted, scurrying back over to me. He grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the bed. Pushing me down onto the covers, he plopped next to me.
"Ok, so, I didn't understand this metaphor, could you explain it to me? Like, I understand it's a metaphor for how sad the poet is, but what exactly does it mean?" Sal asked, pointing to a line near the center of the page. "Oh, it's about how they feel unappreciated." I answered, explaining why.
"I get it! Oh my god, thank you!" Sal yelled, throwing his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. "Mhm, no problem." I said, coldly. "Wish the teachers had explained it like that!" Sal joked, breaking away. "Yep..." I replied, grabbing my hands and putting them in between my thighs.
"Alright, time for math!" Sal said, getting up and grabbing a different textbook. "Okay..." I muttered, waiting for him to come back. Once he did, we flipped open to the correct page and started doing the problems one by one.
"Hey, Sal! You want a hit?" Larry called from across the room, holding up a blunt. "Yeah, gimme a sec." Sal replied, helping me finish the problem and then going over to Larry. He loosened his mask and lifted it a little. I saw a part of his face.
He had a deep gash in his cheek and a large hole missing on his other one. His lips were pink and scarred with little white lines. He had perfect white teeth that contrasted with his pale skin. I felt my face heat up, but I didn't know why.
He put the blunt to his lips and pulled it away after a second.
Sal noticed my staring and put his mask back down. He breathed out and smoke escaped from his eye and mouth slits. "Sorry, didn't mean to stare." I murmured, looking back down. "You gay or something? You're all red and shit." Larry asked. "No! I'm not a faggot!" I yelled, standing up. "Chill out, it was a joke." Larry retorted, rolling his eyes. "Whatever..." I said, sitting back down.
I was just sitting there, waiting for Sal to finish his smoke. "Hey, Larry?" I called out, grabbing the greasy teens' attention. "Yea?" He asked. "Do you have a cigarette?" I nervously asked, hoping he would say yes. "Oh shit. Thought you were some goody-two-shoes little Christian boy. Never mind, Mr. Badass." Larry joked, grabbing in his jean pocket and pulling out a green box.
"Thanks, I'll be right back." I said, walking out through the door in the back of his room.
I stepped outside and it was freezing. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and lit the cigarette. I looked out into the field; a tall treehouse was sitting upon a large oak tree. I was curious, I'd just ask when I went back inside. I took one last hit of the cigarette before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with my shoe.
Sal's POV:
We finished the last problem, and I went over to Larry to smoke. Larry gave Travis a cigarette and he went out back. Wonder if he'll see the treehouse. I bet he will. After he left, I lifted my mask and smoked some more. I heard the door creak open again and a very cold Travis enter. He was shaking and his nose and cheeks were red.
"Hey, Travis." Larry kindly greeted, piquing my interest. "Hey?" Travis responded, also confused at his sudden kindness. "Looks like you're a little cold." Larry commented, still kind. "Yea? Thanks for pointing out the obvious." Travis replied, sitting on the floor. "Yep."
"So? What the fuck was that?"
"Nothing. Just wanted to see if he was cold. I know how to fix that."
"Larry, what are you getting at?"
"Well, maybe Sal could warm you up a little."
"I'm not gay!"
"Sal is."
"He is?"
"Yep."
"Oh..."
I was still sitting on the ground next to Larry. I noticed that Travis turned to look at me. We locked eyes for a second before I looked back at the ground, ears heating up.
Travis' POV:
I looked over at Sal. We just looked at each other for a second before he looked away. His ears and neck got all red and I stifled a laugh. "So, you guys wanna play a game?" Larry asked. "Sure!" Sal quickly agreed, likely hoping to forget the fact he just got outted.
"Travis, you in?" Sal asked, ears and neck still cooling off. I shrugged my shoulders and crawled over to them. "So, what are we playing?" I ask. "I dunno, truth or dare?" Sal suggested. "Sure." Larry agreed.
They both turned their attention towards me, and I shrugged my shoulders, in a way, agreeing to the game. "Alright, Sal, truth or dare?" Larry asked. "Dare!" Sal answered. "Okay, okay. I dare you to...uhm...oh! I dare you to throw it back." Larry said a shit-eating grin plastered boldly on his face, the gap in his teeth barely visible.
Sal's eyes scrunched up, signaling he was smiling. He nodded silently and walked to the center of the room. He crouched and arched his back, hands on knees. He began to aggressively move around, looking similar to a seizure. After he was done, it was Sal's turn to ask.
Larry's face had gone red from stifling a laugh. He couldn't hold it any longer and burst into a fit of boyish giggles and hiccups. After he caught his breath, we continued the game. "Alright, Travis, truth or dare?" Sal asked. "Truth." I answered, not really trying to participate in this game. "Aww, whatever. Is it true that...you're straight?" Sal asked, eyes staring right into me.
Once again, my face got hot. "I'm not fucking gay! Holy shit! Why can't either of you understand that?!" I yelled, standing up and clenching my fists, and chewing on the inside of my cheek. "Sorry, dude." Sal apologized. "Whatever!" I yelled, walking out of the room and to the bathroom.
In there, I absorbed my surroundings.
Toilet.
Sink.
Faucet.
Bath.
Soap.
Tooth brush.
Tooth paste.
Razors.
Razors...
(originally posted May 17th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Failure - Wattpad
Church Boy-RegretsTW
TW
Then I saw them.
The metallic, shiny razors. I know I shouldn't, but I wanted to see it. I picked up the razor from the corner of the sink and put it to my wrist. Before I moved it any closer, I locked the door and then immediately put my hand back over the sink.
I glided the razor over my skin, watching as it broke, and the crimson-colored regret started flowing out. "Sinners deserve this." I tell myself, hoping that eventually I'll believe it, so this won't feel bad anymore.
My blood seeped down my hand and coated the porcelain sink. I smiled as the tears streamed down my face and into the sink as well.
They always told me blood was thicker than water.
Now, I can't tell as they mix together.
After I finished and I couldn't see the lines from previous episodes because they had been replaced with new ones, I left. Rolling down my sleeves, I walked back into the room with Sal and Larry. "I'm going to see Cassie." I informed. "Who?" Larry asked. "Gibson." I muttered. "You okay, Trav?" Sal asked. "Don't call me that."
"Sorry."
"Shut the fuck up."
*Time Skip*
I walked to Ms. Gibson's room and knocked quietly. After a second, the door creaked open and there she was. "Travis? What happened, kid? Your daddy been beatin' you again?" she asked, her southern accent heavy and thick.
(Ms. Gibson's name is gonna be Cassie)
"Sometimes. That's not what this is about, though."
"What happened?"
"I did it again."
"Oh fuck."
"..."
"Come in."
"Okay..."
I walked in and she lit up a cigarette. "Let me see," she demanded. "What?" I ask. "The cuts, let me see." she repeated. I lifted my sleeves and moved my arm to where she could see. She sighed deeply and started. "Why?" she asked, running her fingers over the marks. "I... don't know..." I lied. "Another episode?" she asked. I nodded, silently holding back tears. "Your father...is a sick man..." she commented, grimacing and tightening the grip on my forearm. "I know..." I agreed, letting the tears fall.
She let go of my wrists and pulled me into a hug. She smelled of cigarettes, cheap perfume, and booze. I wasn't used to it. When I was younger, she and my mother were very close. She knew of my father's discipline but never approved.
I don't get why. Of course, his discipline against mother often made her bleed, but she would always say she would get better. Every time, that's what she said. And, every time, father would hit her until she was on the floor and bloody.
Often, she would take me with her to Ms. Gibson's apartment. She would stay there until morning and then would drive me to school. One day, she drove me to school and when I got home, she wasn't there. My father said she left and wasn't coming back.
I was hurt.
Now, I hated her. She left me and didn't take me with her. She fucking left. No note. No goodbye. That morning, she had sat with me and before she let me out of the car at school, she took her cross and put it around my neck.
*10 years ago*
"Come on, sweetheart." my mother called, grabbing a napkin and walking to the other side of the kitchen, over to me. "Almost done!" I replied, hurriedly trying to finish chewing my breakfast. My mother bent down and wiped the corners of my mouth, smiling gently.
"Let's go, we don't want to be late, do we?" she asked. I shook my head, still chewing. I quickly finished my food and walked my plate over to the dishwasher, loading it in. My mother scooped me up into her arms and peppered me with kisses all over my face. I giggled as it tickled me.
"Come on, sweetheart." she said, carrying me to the living room. My mother sat me down and slung my backpack over her shoulder. I looked up at her, her brown hair was straight and silky. Her eyes were green and vibrant, contrasting with her tanned skin.
"Thanks, Cassie." my mother said, hugging her friend. "Thank you, Ms. Gibson!" I chimed in, smiling. "Of course, Dana." Ms. Gibson responded, pulling away and ruffling my hair. "We better get going, I'll miss you." my mother said, her smile shrinking just the slightest.
"I'll miss you, too. Is it necessary? I..."
"Yes, Cassie. It is. I can't do it anymore."
"I know."
"..."
"..."
My mother grabbed hold of my hand, gently guiding me to the door. "This isn't goodbye, Cass. It's see you later." my mother said, closing the door behind her as we exited the apartment. "Mommy, what's the difference?" I asked, yanking her arm to grab her attention. "You'll understand when you're older." she answered, monotonous and deadpan.
I was curious but decided not to ask again. She already gave me an answer. As we loaded into the car, she put my backpack on the passenger floorboard as she buckled me in.
*Time skip*
The ride was silent and awkward. We created an unspoken tension between us. I remember seeing a few tears fall and her quickly wipe them away. When we arrived, I unbuckled and she handed me my bag. I opened the door and tried to get out but she grabbed my arm. "Travis," she said.
It caught me off guard. She never called me by name. I didn't like it. I felt like I was trouble. "Yea?" I ask, closing my door. "I want to give this to you." she said, sliding off her cross and holding out her other hand. I did the same and she gently placed it on my hand, curling my fingers around it as the chain fell loosely from my grasp.
"You're giving me this? I thought..." I said, confused and nervous. "Yes, Travis, I am." she said, letting go. "Now, have a good day at school." she said, kissing my forehead and smiling softly so her lips quivered. "Remember baby, it's not goodbye," she stopped.
"it's see you later."
(originally posted March 18th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Regrets - Wattpad
Church Boy-Truthful
TW
I stood up from the floor. "Larry, do you have some paper and something to write with?" I ask. "Yea, right here." He said, pointing to a shoebox next to him. "Thank you." I said, opening it to reveal a few notebooks and some writing utensils.
"No problem, Travis." he said, continuing with his art. I walked back to the spot I was at and sat down once again. I sat the paper on the top of the lid to a container nowhere in sight that was resting on the floor.
"𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒢𝑜𝒹, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒, 𝒾𝒻 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁..."
I wrote, tears coming to my eyes.
Sal's POV:
I was in my room, lying on my bed and holding the stuffed cat my mother had gotten me when I was younger. It looked like Gizmo. My dad got Gizmo because he looked like an animal, we got him after the accident. He was my favorite little boy. My lil' meatball boy.
I smiled a little, happy I still could after what just went down. I tossed and turned around. Soon after I got comfy, my walkie-talkie beeped, and Larry started talking to me. "Hey, Sal?" he softly called out. "Yea?" I exasperatedly ask. "Travis is being, like, super fucking weird. He's being all quiet and polite. Can you come over?" he asked, a genuine sense of worry in his voice. "Sure, I'll be right up." I assure him, slipping on my shirt.
*Time Skip*
I was in the elevator now when my walkie-talkie went off again. "Dude, he just left." Larry said, panic settling in his voice. "Where'd he go?" I ask, just as concerned. "Outback. Asked me for some paper and something to write with. After he wrote something down, he put it in his pocket and left. What if it's, like, a suicide note or something?" Larry suggested, causing my heart to race and my brow to sweat. "Let's hope not..."
I ran out of the elevator as it opened, the door still sliding slightly. I ran to his room, not bothering to knock or tell anyone why I was there. "Hey, Sal." My dad greeted me from the couch. "Hi, dad!" I yelled back, faking happiness as I panicked harder. I busted into Larry's room to find him already dressed and ready to go. "C'mon!" I yelled, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to the door.
As we exited the building, the sight of bright blonde hair at the top caught me off guard. "Travis, what the fuck are you doing?" I yelled, body beginning to shake but most likely not from the cold. "I'm fucking done." he yelled back, taking a small step forward.
My heart sped up and my intrusive thoughts got the better of me.
Travis' POV:
I was standing at the edge. His bright blue hair caught my attention. "Travis, what the fuck are you doing?!" he yelled. "I'm done." I replied, taking a small step as I recalled every fucking time my father punished me.
Every time I watched my mother bleeding on the floor.
Every time I cut my body up.
Every time I feared coming home.
Every time I begged for my father's approval and love.
Every time I thought of Sal.
Every damn time.
"Leave. I know you don't care. I know it. Stop pretending you do so everyone will look at you like you're a saint. You are the epitome of evil. You are a sinner. A freak!" I yelled, clenching my fists. Sal took a step back and looked at Larry. He said something, I could tell because his mask shifted.
After he turned away from Larry, he faced the treehouse and started bolting towards it. He climbed the steps at an inhuman pace, something I never thought would be possible for a guy his size.
Once he reached me, he tackled me to the ground and pulled me into a hug. "Travis, what the fuck were you thinking?!" he screamed, hugging me tighter.
Sal's POV:
I looked up at the boy, fear in his eyes and anger in his stance. I turned towards Larry and started talking. "I'm going to save his life, even if it costs me mine. I promise." I said, Larry turned to me with fear and guilt in his eyes. "I love you, bro. So much. Be fuckin' careful and don't do anything stupid." he said, looking back toward Travis. He looked down at me with hate. "Leave. I know you don't care. I know it. Stop pretending you do so everyone will look at you like you're a saint. You are the epitome of evil. You are a sinner. A freak!" he yelled.
I took a deep breath and ran as fast as my legs would take me to the treehouse. I climbed up the steps, ravaging my fingers and hands as I did. Once I reached the top, I tackled him to the ground, hugging him and wishing I could hold on forever. "Travis, what the fuck were you thinking?!" I screamed, tightening my grasp.
He looked at me with pure fear. "I don't know..." he said, falling into my arms and letting the tears drip from his deep amber eyes. "Don't you ever fucking scare me like that again..." I whispered, taking in everything I could.
He smelled like vanilla and new book; his eyes were amber, and he had dark bags under them. Small freckles could be seen if you looked hard enough. He looked exhausted. "I was so scared..." he admitted. "Travis, I was too..." I assured. "What...?" he asked, confused and sad. "I tried too. My dad found me and cut the rope. I'm so fucking grateful..." I said, letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
Travis stayed silent for a moment, accepting my hug and letting me rub his back as I talked to him. "Trav, why do you hate me?" I asked, trying not to dampen the already cold mood. He said nothing, instead, he sighed and buried his face into my neck. "I don't know..." he truthfully answered. "It's okay..." I assured, using my fingers to massage his spine.
"Travis, we don't have to be enemies, you know that, right?" I ask, cupping his cheek as he stared at me. "I know..." he said, dropping his head onto my shoulder. "Friends?" I ask.
"Friends..."
(Originally Posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Truthful - Wattpad
Church Boy-Caught
We sat there for a few minutes, I was massaging his back and he was resting his head on my shoulder as his tears dried up. "You ready to go?" I ask, slowing the pace I was rubbing his back. "Mhm..." he muttered. "Okay, let's go..." I say, helping him stand up.
I made sure to walk slowly as we climbed down the steps. Once we reached the ground, I pulled him into another hug. Larry was standing in shock. His arms were tense, and his shoulders were brought up close to his chin.
"What do you want to do?" I ask, letting go of him as his hands slowly fell off of me as our distance grew. "Nap. I'm so fucking tired." he answered. "Larry, I'm gonna take Travis back to my room. I'll see you later." I said, grabbing Travis' wrist and leading him back to my apartment. "Alright, I'm going to...be up in the...the treehouse..." Larry said, fumbling over his words.
I walked Travis to my room, helping him into the elevator as he could barely pay any attention to his surroundings. "This way." I say, stepping out of the elevator and walking to my room. I grabbed my keys and unlocked the door, walking in with an exasperated Travis following behind like a lap dog.
We entered the apartment, and I guided Travis to my room. He fell onto my bed and turned over onto his back. "Sal, can we just...talk?" Travis asked, putting his arm under his head. "Of course, Travis." I assured. "Do you like video games?" I asked. "Dunno never played one." he answered.
I wasn't even surprised. He didn't seem like the type to be allowed. "Do you want to?" I asked. "Sure, guess so." he said, shifting to lie on his side, supporting his head with his hand. "Gimme a sec, I'll get my Gear Boy." I murmured, searching under my bed for the game.
Once I found it, I picked it up and crawled out from underneath the bed. "Found it!" I shouted, sitting up and onto my knees. "How do I play it?" he asked, holding it by his index and thumb as if it were a dirty diaper. "Here, let me show you." I said, crawling onto the bed and resting next to him.
"Ok, so, you press this button to move and that one to pick up stuff." I explained, helping him as I walked him through the first level. "Oh, ok." he said, continuing his gaming session. Once he got the gist of it, I watched him as he sped through the levels that even I had struggled with at first.
Once he got to the level I was on, I watched as he quickly figured out what to do and finished the game. "How the fuck...?" I mutter, in complete and utter shock. "That was fun!" He says, smiling profusely. "Did you really just...beat the game?!" I ask, eyes wide. "I guess so." he said, oblivious to his accomplishment.
After I got over my shock, I pulled out some card games and taught him how to play those as well. He caught on quickly and was soon speedily laying down cards until the inevitable happened. "Uno!" he shouted. "Dude!" I yell. He chuckled a little and waited for me to lay my card so he could win. "Uno out!" he yelled, smiling hard and obviously proud.
After a few more rounds and a few more losses, we decided we were hungry. A few hours had passed, and it was now around 10 at night. "You hungry?" I ask. "A little." he answered. I stood up and walked to my door. I gestured for him to follow me, and he did.
We walked into the living room and Travis effortlessly lifted himself onto the counter. "What are you hungry for?" I ask, opening my fridge. "Kinda whatever, just hungry." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Um...do you want a sandwich and chips?" I ask, grabbing for the cheese and bologna.
"Sure." he said, glancing around the room. "Wheat or white bread?" I ask, grabbing two paper plates. "Either one, I'm not picky, Sal." he assured with a chuckle. "Sorry, ha. Not used to making food for others. Just me and my dad, and I already know what he likes and doesn't like." I joked, slathering some mayo on my sandwich. "Any condiments?" I ask. "Nope!" Travis answered, hopping off the counter and walking over to me.
*Time Skip*
We talked while I finished the sandwiches and grabbed some chips from the cabinet. We walked to the living room and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV and switched to some show, for background noise.
We sat down and I unbuckled the bottom of my mask. "Just take it off, I've already seen it." Travis said, eyes not leaving the screen. "You sure? I don't want to make you uncomfortable with..." I stopped. "You aren't as ugly as you think, you know that, right?" Travis said, stealing a quick glance at me.
"Shut up..." I murmured. "No, really. You aren't. Not to me, at least. If you don't want me to, I won't look. I just want you to eat comfortably." Travis said, putting his food down and looking at me. Sincerity filled his eyes as he stared at me. "Ok..." I said, unbuckling the rest of my maks and letting it fall into my lap.
"Am I allowed to look? Or no?" Travis asked, head facing the opposite direction. "Sure, just don't stare." I said, watching as he turned his head to face me. As his eyes darted from place to place on my face, I watched as his cheeks grew a deep red. "You're really red." I pointed out. "I am?" he asked, not believing me. "Yep." I assured.
He jokingly rolled his eyes and took another bite of his sandwich. As we finished eating, the door rattled open, and my father walked in. "Sal? Travis? What are you boys doing up?" my dad asked, eyes heavy and arms weak. "Just got hungry, we were about to go to bed anyways. Right, Travis?" I said, glaring at him so he gets my point. "Yup!" Travis said, giving a weary smile.
"Alright, just get some rest. It's already 12." my father said, retiring to his room. "Are we actually going to bed?" Travis asked. I smiled maliciously. "Nope!" I whispered, gently tapping his nose. He sarcastically rolled his eyes and smiled at me.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Picking it up and checking it, I saw that it was a message from Larry.
"Dude! Neil's having a prty! U coming?" he texted. "yea! Gotta ask Trav first!" I texted back. "Trav, you wanna go to a party at Neil's place? You don't have to-" I was quickly cut off by Travis flipping out and aggressively agreeing to go. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I've never been to a party!" he said, practically bouncing off the walls. "Alright! Chill, if my dad wakes up we can't go!" I whisper-yelled.
"Sorry! I'm just excited!" he replied, stifling his energy and walking with me to my room. "If we're going, you gotta dress right." I joked, pointing to my bed, watching as he sat down quickly. I pulled out a black turtlenecked sweater and some red ripped jeans.
"Can't I wear this?" he asked. "Yea, you can. I was kidding about the clothing thing." I explained, smiling sweetly. "Oh..." he said, now understanding the joke. "If you want you can, only if you want, though." I said. "Turn around."
He did as I said and faced the wall. Once I was done changing, I let him turn back around. He gave a thumbs up and a sweet smile. "So, you wearing that?" I ask, eying him up and down. He was wearing a purple shirt and some jean shorts with deep green sneakers.
"Guess so." he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, let's go meet with Larry." I said, guiding him quietly through the apartment.
*Time Skip*
Larry met us in the lobby and then drove us to the house. He knew his way to the house, must've been a few times. "We're here!" Larry yelled.
Travis' eyes grew wide, and a large grin was now plastered on his face. "You ready?" I asked, nudging shoulder with my elbow.
"Ready."
(Originally posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Caught - Wattpad
Church Boy-Life of the party
TW
As we entered the house, the smell of drugs, booze, and sweat filled my nose. "Ew..." I muttered, scrunching my eyes at the stench. "Hey, guys!" Neil yelled, walking up to us with a red solo cup. "Hey, Neil. Hey, Todd." Larry said, pulling both of them into a hug.
"You brought Travis?" Neil asked, his once friendly and welcoming demeanor changing into concern and slight shock. "No, I did." I chimed in, grabbing Travis' shoulders and pulling him into a hug. "Oh, alright. No slurs and shit." Neil said, shrugging his shoulders and walking off with Todd trailing behind.
"You guys want something to drink?" Larry asked. "I don't drink." I said, waving my hands to signify I was fine. "Uhm...sure! Why not!?" Travis said, smiling wildly. "Gotcha!" Larry said, sprinting off into the crowd.
Travis and I talked for a minute before Larry returned with two solo cups. "Here ya go!" Larry exclaimed, handing one of the cups to Travis. "Thanks." Travis muttered, smelling the drink that was just barely filling half the cup.
While Larry downed his with ease, Travis took large sips but often recoiled after. Once Travis finished his drink, he tried to take a step toward me but stumbled and fell into my arms. "Calm down, Trav." I joked, holding him so he could steady himself. "I wanna-" he started but was immediately cut off by his own giggles and hiccups.
"You need to sit down." I said, looking around for Larry, Neil, or Todd. Once I spotted Neil, I called him over and asked where the nearest bedroom was.
"Neil! Neil! Over here!"
"Yea, Sal?"
"Where's the nearest bedroom? Travis is drunk and can't exactly function."
"Ha, that's hilarious. Never thought I'd see the day."
"Me neither."
"Anyways, the nearest one is just up there. No sex!" he joked, pointing to a room at the top of the stairs. I felt my face get warmer as I thought about his words. "Promise..." I said. Guiding Travis slowly up the steps one by one, hoping he wouldn't fall. We got to the room and he fell into the bed.
I closed the door behind me and walked to where he was. "Sally, I want another drink!" he whined through hiccups. "Are you sure? You're fucking drunk already." I asked. "Yup!" he said, a hiccup following after. "Alright, I'll be right back." I said.
I walked to the door and left. Running to the kitchen and grabbing a solo cup. I poured some vodka into the cup, nearly filling it. I swiftly walked back to the room with Travis and tried to open the door. It was locked. I knew that Travis hadn't done it himself because he couldn't even walk by himself.
"Trav! Open the door!" I yelled, knocking profusely. "Get-" he yelled. "Help!" a boy's voice yelled. "Sal!" Travis yelled. I sat the cup down, fearing that what I thought was going on in the room was really going on. I stepped back and rammed into the door, shifting it.
I saw fucking red as I heard Travis sobbing on the other side and another boy's voice yelling at him to shut up. I rammed into the door again, this time it busted open, and I saw the sad scene in front of me.
Travis was pinned down on the bed underneath a much larger boy with darker blue hair than I. He was wearing a red-striped shirt and black sweats. I said nothing, instead, I ran at him with full force. He looked like a deer in headlights as I barreled toward him. He fell to the floor with my straddling his waist.
I let my anger get the better of me as I blew punch after punch to his fucking face. He was bleeding and my knuckles were sore. The pain from ramming into the door was settling in but I couldn't stop. I watched as his nose bled and he cried out for me to stop and that it was not what it seems. "Shut up you fucking pervert!" I screamed, taking my fists and slamming them into his chest. He clawed at my arms and neck.
Eventually, he latched his grubby little fucking hands onto my mask and ripped it off over my head. My mask was thrown across the room, close to Travis who had his back against the wall, shaking and crying.
I only stopped once somebody pulled me off of him. "Sal, what the fuck?!" Larry screamed, throwing me onto the bed effortlessly. "He fucking assaulted Travis!" I screamed, tears pouring out from my eyes. I felt eyes all over me. It hadn't struck me before, but I no longer had my mask on, and it had been strewn somewhere in the room.
"He did...?" Ash asked, stepping forward. "Obviously he fucking did! Look at him," I yelled, pointing to Travis. "he's shaking and fucking sobbing! Somebody get him out of here before I lose my shit on all of you!" I screamed, sounding oddly similar to a Banshee. "He...he did this to me too...I fought him off, but some people can't..." Ash admitted.
Gasps and whispers emanated from the crowd formed outside the door. "Travis...come here..." Ash said, arms open and a genuine smile spread across her face. Travis crawled off the bed and stumbled over to Ashley. She pulled him into a hug, and he returned the favor.
Larry was staring down at the blue-haired adolescent, rage, and contempt surging through his body. He bent down and grabbed the collar of the smaller teen's shirt, lifting him without struggle. "I ought to break your jaw right now...you know that? Do you want that? Or do you want me to just fucking kill you?" Larry asked, voice quiet and laced with poison.
The teen shook his head, fear filling his eyes as Larry stared at him. "Then I'll give you a fucking minute to be out of this damn house..." he muttered, dropping the boy to the floor. He groaned in pain and Larry smirked sadistically.
Then, he started counting down. "60...59...58..." he said, watching as the boy writhed around, scrambling to get to his feet and out the bedroom door. He practically flew down the steps and out of the house, jumping into his car and trying to drive away.
As he attempted to get the car to start, Maple walked into the room with the biggest grin on her face. "Yea, he's not going anywhere." she said, trying to stifle a laugh. "What'd you do?" Ash asked, already knowing it was some crazy ass shit. She snorted out a laugh and pulled a knife out of her pocket. "Slashed his tires." she answered, putting the knife back in her pocket.
"Crazy ass." Larry said, jokingly rolling his eyes. Chug walked into the room, dizzily smiling. "Someone's in love..." Larry joked, bending down to my level. "No duh, we should set them up." I suggested, nudging his side. "Great idea, Sal." Larry complimented, smirking as we agreed on being cupid. "We'll worry about that later. Right now, Travis needs me."
I walked over to the shaking boy, huddled to himself by the wall. "Hey, Travis." I said, taking a seat next to him. "Hey..." he muttered, not even meeting my gaze. "You wanna go home?" I ask, slinging my arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He lay his head on my shoulder and sighed deeply. "Sal..." he whispered.
"I wish you wouldn't have saved me..."
(originally posted March 19th 2023 on Wattpad)
"Church Boy." - Life of the Party - Wattpad
Church Boy-Treat
Today was Halloween. We all met at Larry's and got dressed.
*Time Skip*
It was 7 when we walked to the neighborhood. Travis was by my side and everyone was with their boyfriend or girlfriend. It was cool because Larry and Ash had finally gotten together. He'd asked her out a few days prior.
"You ready, Trav?" I ask, nudging his arm. "Guess so, what do I do?" he asked, shrugging. "Go and knock then say 'Trick or Treat'" I explained, pushing him forward towards the first house. he knocked and looked back at me nervously. The door opened and an old woman stepped out with a bowl of candy. I saw Travis say something and open his bag. She dug into her bowl and dropped a few pieces.
Once she went back in, he ran over to me with the biggest smile I'd ever seen him have. "Fun?" I ask as he aggressively nods his head. We walked to the next house with the group always one or two houses behind us.
After around 30 minutes, Travis stopped and pulled a random candy from his bag. He pulled out a Battle Head (Warhead) and popped it into his mouth. His eyes went wide and he spits it out almost immediately. "The fuck?!" he yelled, looking at the wrapper. I was trying so hard not o laugh my cheeks were hurting.
"Gross..." he spat, continuing to walk the neighborhood.
*Time Skip* (I'm not gonna do a lot for actual Trick or Treating since it's just walking around and knocking on doors.)
We got back to the apartments. Everyone was spent and tired. "You guys wanna trade?" Ash asked, dumping her bag onto the floor. Travis nodded and quickly sat down across from her. "You can have my Battle Heads for...those Sour Patch Children." he offered. "Deal!" Ash shouted, shoving her candies towards him as he gave his to her.
I sat down next to Travis and gave him most of my dark chocolates for kisses. It was a fair trade, to me. He gave me some milk chocolate in return, just to compensate for the lack of material. Larry and the rest of the group eventually sat down and started trading.
Maple and Chug traded for chocolate and sour. Travis and I traded for sweet, sour, and the different types of chocolates we had. Todd and Neil didn't trade, instead, they just shared, and Lisa gave us the remaining candy she couldn't give out.
*Time Skip*
After everybody had traded, we decided to play a few games and watch a movie. We voted and the first game was Twister. Larry would call out the moves and Travis, Ash, and I had to move. Nobody else wanted to play; they were too busy gawking over their partners.
"Travis, right foot, red!" Larry yelled. Travis moved his foot to the nearest red dot. "Sal, left hand, blue!" he yelled. I moved my hand to the nearest blue dot. "Ash, right leg, green." she moved to the nearest green dot.
Eventually, it was getting hard to move. Travis was on all fours, doing something similar to a bridge. I was practically doing the splits and Ash was sitting like a weird bearskin rug. Larry was choking in the corner, trying to catch his breath through boyish giggles and hiccups.
"You done?" I ask, walking over to Larry because Travis had fallen, and the game was over. "I- yea. I'm done-" he answered, wiping under his eyes. "Good, what next?" Travis asked, walking over and rubbing his back. "We could play Uno?" I suggested, pulling out a shoebox with a few card games. "Sure." Larry agreed, shrugging.
"Yea, why not!"
"Whatever."
We all gathered in a circle and waited for Ash to shuffle the deck. Once she did, she dealt the cards and told Larry to go first. (This boutta be an actual Uno game, by the way.)
L: Blue 3
A: Blue 2
T: Red 2
S: Red 6
L: Green 6
A: Yellow 6
T: Yellow 4
S: Yellow 1
L: Blue 1
A: Skip card, blue 6
T: Can't play
S: red 6
L: Red 5
A: Plus four-Green-Uno
T: Draws
S: Green 7
L: Green 2
A: Green 1-Uno out.
"Uno out! I win!" Ash exclaimed, recollecting the cards and putting them away. "Of course, you always win." Larry remarked, jokingly rolling his eyes. "It's fine, you love me." Ash joked, poking fun at Larry's very loving and sweet and kind nature, which he most definitely has...
"Movie time?" Maple called out, interlocking her fingers with Chug's. "Sure, you guys all staying?" Larry asked, getting down some blankets from under his bed. "Dude, what the fuck?! How much shit is under your damn bed?!" Travis asked, watching in awe and Larry pulled out around 5 fluffy blankets. "Uhm...Oh! I have a body, a few pillows, my old stuffed animals, a shoebox with human fingers, art stuff, etcetera, etcetera." he joked, counting on his fingers. "That's your best friend..." Travis mocked, giving me a disapproving look. "Yup!" I owned up.
"You poor homosexual boy...I'll pray for you." Travis joked, getting into a praying position. "Y'know, I think I like when you're on your knees. Save that for later." I joked, saying it loud so the group could hear.
Travis' face got red, but he smiled through the embarrassment. "Shut up..." he muttered, sitting back and crossing his legs loosely. "Horror, comedy, thriller, romance, chick flick, or Romcom?" Larry asked, laying down a bunch of movies in front of us. "Romcom!" Ash and I yelled.
Travis looked at me with pure shock. "You're so fucking gay." he teased. "Says you!" I retorted, chucking a pillow at his head. "You dickhead!" he shouted, grabbing the pillow I threw at him and launching it towards me. "Oh?! You wanna go, Christian boy?!" I yelled, standing up. "Yea! You wanna go, midget?!" he responded, mimicking my action and standing up as well.
We stared angrily at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter and falling to the floor. "You looked so dumb!" I joked, wheezing and trying to catch my breath. "Shut up, I have to look down for eye contact!" he insulted, letting out his hyena laugh that I loved.
I caught my breath and crawled over to the still-giggling boy. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you too." he replied, not bothering to whisper. "Aww~" Larry lovingly called out. "Stop, I hate it~" he finished, executing the transition from swooned to annoyed. "Jealous." I mocked. "I have a girlfriend, ass-fuck." Larry retorted. "Speaking of ass-fuck, how are you, Todd?" he asked, looking at the annoyed couple.
"Fuck you." Todd remarked, raising his middle finger. "What? Not my fault you're an obvious bottom!" Larry defended. "No, I'm not!" Todd objected, earning a giggle from his boyfriend. Neil looked over at Larry and nodded, making sure Todd didn't see. Larry saw and giggled to himself.
"I'm going back to my apartment. Trav, you coming?" I asked, standing up. "Yea, see you guys!" Travis called, waving goodbye as I grabbed his hand and walked with him.
"Tonight was fun." he commented, still walking with me. "Yea, every year we get to do it again."
"Every year?"
"Yup."
"Fun."
Originally posted March 25th 2023 on Wattpad
"Church Boy." - Treat - Wattpad
Church Boy-Gift
Today was Christmas. I woke up early, around 4, and sat everything up. Despite being Christian, Travis was never allowed to celebrate Christmas. His father said it was because he was bad and didn't deserve gifts. So, I wanted this to be something he never forgot.
I wrapped his presents in white wrapping paper with glittery silver wrapping paper. The tree was hauled out of the box and decorated by me and Travis. I had to wake him up. I let him go back to sleep after we were done. He was excited to finally be decorating a tree.
He fell onto the couch and started snoring as his hand fell to the floor. I crawled over and pecked him on his head, playing with strands of hair as he slept.
*Time Skip*
I finished with the tree and presents. Now, it's time for food and cards. I wrote down each of my friends' names and checked them off as I made their cards. Once I finished the cards, I prepared some food.
(I'll let you insert whatever, mainly because I can't be bothered to write it, but also because some people have preferences.)
"Done!" I said, taking off the apron and putting away the stuff I used. The time struck seven and I decided it was time for them to get up.
I walked into my dad's room and shook him vigorously. "Up! Up!" I yelled, watching as he writhed in fear. "Ha, it's Christmas. Let's go." I said, dragging him to the living room. Now, I had to wake Travis up.
I got down on my knees and gently shook him. "Dear, it's Christmas. Time to get up." I whispered, rubbing his back. "You're so bipolar..." my dad remarked, watching in awe as I gently stroked his back and talked to him with a sweet voice. "No..." I objected, not wanting to startle Travis.
He sat up and looked at the tree. Tears welled in his eyes as he looked at what my father and I had gotten him. "Why..." he muttered, falling into my arms. "Travis, we did this cause we love you. Open them..." I instructed, leading him over to the tree.
I watched as he tore open the presents like a kid. My dad pulled out his phone and started recording like he did when I was younger. "You bought me clothes!" he exclaimed, wrapping his hands around me. "Well, yea? And some other stuff. The food is getting cold so hurry." I said, pecking his cheek. "Stop. No PDA." my dad joked, fake gagging. "Oh, whatever. You and Lisa should take that advice." I retorted.
My father smiled and his face turned red. "Speaking of, I'll be right back." he said, excusing himself from the room. He returned after Travis had finished opening his gifts.
We had gotten him some clothes, books, jewelry, and the matching sets. I put mine on and latched his for him. He slid on the ring and looked at it. "I love you, Sal..." he said, not caring my dad was here. "I love you too, Travis." I replied, supping his face and rubbing his cheek with my thumb.
A knock at the door startled us all. My father answered it, Lisa and Larry walked in with gifts as well. "Here, Sal." Larry said, tossing me a gift bag. "Thanks, yours is the green one in the kitchen." I said, pointing to the table in the other room.
He nodded and walked, the sound of wrapping paper following his entry. He walked back in a second later and sat down on the floor with the rest of us. Lisa handed me a blue-wrapped box and Travis a pink one. "Sorry, I didn't know what you liked so-"
Lisa was cut off by Travis' excited gasps. "You got me a dog stuffed animal!?" he exclaimed, hugging it to his chest. "Never mind, then." she said, satisfied with her purchase. I opened mine and was just as happy. It was a set of guitar picks, hand decorated with rhinestones and little pictures that Larry had painted. "Hope you like em', man. I know you said you lost yours." Larry chimed in, beginning to tear the wrapping paper off of his own gift.
His eyes went wide, and he smiled. "You didn't bro...." he whispered, nudging my arm. " I did, bro." I retorted, puffing my chest. "Dude! I've been wanting these for like a year! And new drumsticks? Holy-" he stopped talking at the perfect moment. "Holy crap..." he corrected.
Lisa eyed him something vicious before smiling as my father wrapped his arm around her. "Travis, I think I remember you saying you'd let me see what you wrote on Christmas. Did you not?" I jeered, reminding him of the promise he'd made. "I did say that. Be right back..." he muttered nervously, walking to my room and grabbing a book.
"I'll give this to you on one condition,"
"Okay."
"So, you agree?"
"Yup. I trust you."
"Alright..."
"..."
"You can only read it when..."
"When?"
"When we're engaged."
"Douche."
"Your douche, though."
"Yea, I know."
"Good."
Originally posted April 2nd 2023 on Wattpad
"Church Boy." - Gift - Wattpad
Church Boy-Amelioration
They always say, "New Year, new me." but never really change. I did.
This year had been amazingly wild. I got bullied, met my best friends, nearly killed a man, got a boyfriend, saved a life, (twice) and so much more. I even met some ghosts!
That morning was December 31st. I and my friends had decided to throw a party. New Year's was tonight, and we wanted to remember this year forever. It had been the best one any of us had ever experienced in so long.
I called everybody to meet at Larry's. Once they had all arrived, I assigned each of the something to bring. "Larry, you bring beer. Todd, you bring games. Ash, you bring snacks. Travis, you bring yourself. Chug, you bring the drinks. Neil, fireworks. Maple, art shit. I'll bring some food and drinks, maybe some games." I informed, checking everybody's name off the list as I called them out.
They all agreed and left except for Travis. "Why don't I have to bring anything?" he asked, sitting next to me on the floor. "Your dad, duh." I answered, rolling my eye. "Oh, yea." he muttered, smirking to himself, likely remembering what happened a week prior.
Travis' POV:
I stood there after everyone left, waiting for a second to talk with Sal. "Why don't I have to bring anything?" I ask, plopping down on the floor right next to him. "Your dad, duh." he retorted, rolling his eye. "Oh, yea..." I murmured, smirking.
He's so considerate. Like, he thinks about what I can and can't do when it comes to things and what I'm comfortable with. He's the reason Larry and all of them don't hate me. He's the reason I'm passing my classes, and the reason I feel loved.
The reason I'm still alive...
Sal's POV:
"What? Did I say something funny? Is something on my mask?" I ask, feeling around my mask and attempting to figure out why he was smiling. "No, it's nothing." he answered, completely brushing it off. "I mean, there has to be something. You never just smile like that. I know you too well." I objected, knowing that something was the cause of his sudden bashfulness.
"It's just..." he started. "I love you so much..." he finished, looking up at me but just for a split second. "Like, you are so considerate and loving. You help me no matter what it is and I really don't know what I'd do without you. You are literally the reason I'm here..." he admitted, sighing as he did.
I felt my face heat up and a burning sensation come to my nose and eyes as tears welled up. "I love you too, Trav..." I responded, wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting my mask. I peppered his face and neck with kisses as he laughed.
"Sal!" he cried out, trying to push me away as I tickled him. "P-lease!" he yelped, gasping for air between laughs. "Ha!" I laughed, avoiding his hands and continuing. I only stopped when he started coughing. "You okay?" I asked, watching as he gasped. "Yeah, I'm good." he answered, wiping underneath his amber eyes.
"You're so mean." he taunted, acting as angry as he could while stifling his boyish giggles. "Whatever, jerk." I retorted, standing up and leaning my hand out for him to grab onto. He latched on and pulled himself up off the wooden floors that had been decorated with stains and rugs.
We talked for a while before most of the others got back. They had all gotten what they needed and gathered it all in Larry's room. "Okay, put the drinks in Larry's normal fridge, beer in his minifridge so Lisa won't see. Snacks on the kitchen table. Games on the coffee table in the living room. Fireworks next to Larry's bed and art shit go on Larry's bed." I informed, watching as the teens scattered around the room with the packages they had been assigned to get.
A tug on my shirt grabbed my attention as I looked over to see a red Travis standing there. "Sal, can I at least help set it all up? I feel, I don't know, guilty? About not being able to bring anything." he asked, fumbling with his fingers.
"Trav, don't feel bad, it's not your fault. And yea, you can help me set it all up." I answered, pulling him into a quick hug before parting right after. "What's first?" Travis asked, smiling brightly. "Okay, we need to make sure everything's here. That's all for now, tonight is when we need to be ready." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
*Time Skip*
It was now 11:30. All of us gathered some blankets and pillows and carried them out to Larry's treehouse. Eventually, we had everything up there, and so, everyone climbed up as well. Larry and Ash shared a blanket, Chug and Maple shared, Todd and Neil, shared, and me and Travis shared too. It was super funny because we kept getting weird looks from the others.
Nobody knew about us. That was because we hadn't had a chance to tell them after the stuff with his dad. He didn't want to bring it up and remember all that...stuff. I didn't blame him. He was just scared. I know what it's like to be too scared for your own good.
A little too well...
I lay my head on his shoulder, holding his hands underneath the cover. "I love you, Trav." I muttered, rubbing my thumb over his thumbs base. "I love you too, dear." he muttered back, swooping a loose hair of mine behind my ear.
Travis and I talked until it was 11:58. We all got up and grabbed a drink or something from the fridge. Everyone but Todd and I were drinking. Travis was already drunk, considering the fact that he had already had nearly four shots of whatever the hell Larry got.
We blocked off the exit of the treehouse, so nobody fell through...
Travis stumbled over to me, cupping my chin. "Trav, I thought you didn't want anyone to know." I whispered. "Well, Ash said she would if nobody was gonna kiss you." he informed. "And besides, everyone else is together with who they love, why can't we be?"
"Trav, are you sure? You don't have to..."
"I want to." he assured, leaning down a little. Ash was with Larry and Todd with Neil, Maple with Chug.
"5...4...3...2...1!" we counted down. "Happy new year!" we all yelled, going for kisses and hugs. As everybody else kissed each other, I watched as Travis leaned down and kissed me too. In that moment, I felt a spark inside my chest. Something that had never been felt before was finally being acknowledged and loved.
After a moment, gasps and whispers emanated from the couples behind us. Travis pulled away, smiling softly. "Dude! What the fuck!?" Larry yelled, running over and looking at Travis with pure shock. "You're gay?!" Ash yelled, following Larry. "Knew it. Pay up." Maple said, holding her hand out in front of Chug. He rolled his eyes and slapped a bill into her hands,
"Knew it." Todd yelled, poking Neil's cheek as he jokingly rolled his eyes. "Fine, you win." Neil said, swooping Todd into a hug. "I know." Todd retorted, returning the affectionate action.
(I know this isn't about Neil and Todd, but they're so damn cute. I couldn't help myself!)
I grabbed Travis' collar and pulled him into another kiss. "He's also a bottom." I informed, pulling away. He got red and stood to his full height. "No, the fuck I am not! You are-" he protested, nearly falling over in the process.
"We don't need to get into that..." I yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the floor with me. "Sally, I love you." he muttered, burying himself in my chest as we lay on the floor. "So, we all sleeping out here?" Larry asked. "We are, I think Sal and Travis are too." Chug said, pointing at us and wrapping an arm around the much-taller girl.
"We are too." Larry said, side-hugging Ash as she nodded. "Do you want to, Trav?" I ask, rubbing the blonde's head. I hadn't noticed but he had fallen asleep on me. "Sal? You guys staying?" Ash asked. I didn't want to wake Travis up, so I simply raised my hand and gave a thumbs-up.
*Time Skip*
I woke up in the middle of the night to find that Travis was no longer laying with me and now I was much colder than before. "Travis...?" I quietly called out, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I looked around to see him leaning out of one of the windows.
He was humming something, it sounded sweet.
"Trav, you okay?" I asked, throwing the covers off me and standing up. "Yea, I'm fine, Sal." he assured, not even looking to face me. His voice was muffled and tired. "You've been crying." I pointed out. "A little." he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his waist, pulling him closer.
"Why? What's wrong?" I ask, looking out of the window.
The air was cold and crisp, freezing my body as I got closer. The moon was bright and full, shining like a dinner plate that had been freshly cleaned. No stars or clouds were visible in the sky.
"Just...stuff." he answered, almost as cold as the air. "What stuff?" I ask, grabbing his chin so he'd face me. "Nothing. Stuff about us." he said, removing my hand but still holding it. We locked our fingers and put our hands in the middle of us. "Like?" I inquired. "Like, I hope that we can be together forever, and I never have to bear the burden of hurting you. I don't plan on leaving and I hope that's mutual. You are my world and galaxy, my air and water. You're what I need." he stated, voice wavering and shaky.
"I just love you so much and I never want you to leave me." he said, sighing. "I love you, Trav. I don't ever plan on leaving you or hurting you. I want to be with you forever and I couldn't see myself with anyone else. You are my love and my life. The epitome of happiness. To me, at least." I admitted. "I love you, I just...really do..."
"Trav, what's going on? I....is there something you need to tell me?" I ask, confused at his affectionate nature. "Just, that I love you and never plan on leaving."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"..."
"Come here." he said, pulling me into his chest by my waist. He bent down and leaned into a kiss. I opened my mouth and allowed him entry. He moved his hand down to my ass and gently squeezed it, leaving his hands there.
I let out a little moan in response, not parting from his lips. Eventually, we parted, and he looked down at me. With a dizzy smile and content eyes, he pecked me on the head and sat down with his back to the wall.
I sat down next to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. "I love you, dear." he whispered, playing with my hair. "I love you too." I replied, intertwining his fingers with my own. He began to hum that song again, slightly vibrating my head.
"What's that you're humming?" I ask, running my thumb over the base of his. "Just a song my mother would sing." he answered, twirling a piece of my hair. "What's it called? Can you sing it?" I ask, hoping he would oblige.
(This song is called Rises The Moon by Liana Flores)
"Day seems sometimes as if they'll never end...sun digs its heels, to taunt you but after sunlit days, one thing stays the same. Rises the moon~" he sang. His voice was natural and flowed smoothly as water.
*Time Skip*
He finished singing and looked over at me. "You happy?" he asked, smiling sweetly. "Yes, I am." I replied, pecking his forehead. "Sal," he muttered. "Travis." I replied. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you." he admitted. "Well," I whispered.
"Then why wait?"
Originally posted April 4th 2023 on Wattpad
"Church Boy." - Amelioration - Wattpad
Вот такой убогий стикер у меня получился)) Вот так получается когда рисуешь без желания :<
Ah... My favorite found siblings.