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Travis did not want to be here, but since his parents were gone for the weekend what could it hurt.
The loud and vulgar music mixed with the colourful lights was not a setting he was familiar with. He’d never gotten drunk or dared to touch a cigarette in fear that his father would find out, but tonight was different. He didn’t have to worry about being home on time or how loud he was being. He had the whole weekend to himself.
So he went to a party. At the time it seemed like an amazing idea. He’d never gone to one before and who knows he might even find somebody to talk to. A friend. But when he caught a glimpse of some blue hair in the crowd he knew that tonight wasn’t going to be as perfect as he’d planned.
The moment he saw Sal he was head over heels. The day he found out he was a boy is when it all crumbled. He’d told his mom and dad of the pretty new girl with blue pigtailed hair. When his parents found out that the mysterious girl that had captivated their son's heart was a boy he had hell to pay.
Just the thought of the horrible consciences made him down another shot. He shook his head, grounding himself. He was at a party, with vibrant lights not in his plain house cowering in the closet hiding from his father.
“You okay dude?”
His head turned, the boy sitting beside him was no other than Sal Fisher. His worst enemy.
“What do you want fag? Fuck off”
“Just wondering if you’re okay..”
“I can’t talk to you. Leave. I don’t feel like yelling at you right now” He turned around and waited for Sal to leave. He reluctantly got up. “If you do need anybody to talk to...I’ll be in one of the rooms.”
Travis scoffed. He wasn’t that desperate for company.
Who was he fucking kidding? He was the loneliest person he knew and he’d give everything to hang out with Sal.
Maybe it was the alcohol making him feel light-headed or the want to shatter the act he put on. He quickly pushed back the seat and ran to catch up with Sal who’d already gone upstairs. He saw Sal slip into a room in the back of the hall and followed awkwardly stepping into the room.
He was expecting to see at least one of Sal’s friends in the room but he was met with Sally sitting alone on the bed with his mask lifted to take a sip of his drink. “Hey.”
Travis sat beside him on the bed.
“Hi,” he fiddled with his hand, Sal was right there, beside him and he couldn’t begin to wrap his head around it. “Where are all your friends?”
“Well I think Todd stayed at his house so he could have sex with his boyfriend or something, Larry is puking in the pool and Ash is with her art club friends.” He sighed covering the lower half of his face with his mask again.
He waited and yet Travis said nothing.
“No comment on how disgusting a wrong Todd and Neil are?”
Travis chuckled lowly. “Not tonight.”
Sally only nodded. “Drink?”
He pulled a bag onto the bed that was filled with stolen alcohol, a sketchbook, a half-empty pack of cigarettes and some nail polish. “Dude did you steal that.” The alcohol made him giddy, not the breathtaking boy in front of him. Totally.
“They have that stuff out there to drink and I’ll drink it, eventually.”
“Fair enough, sure.” Sal passed him some canned fruity bullshit but he was too far gone to care. He reached into his bag and pulled out the nail polish and the other eyed him curiously.
“You know, I’ve always liked your nails. I’d do the same thing, but my dad would say it’s too faggish and I’d never hear the end of it.”
“Well, your dad’s not here now. I could do them for you.”
“Isn’t that kinda gay?”
“Straight people do their nails allll the time. Plus tonight is your night to yourself, not your father's so if you want to do your nails Paint. Those. Fucking. Nails.” He articulated every word with some kind of edge that made Travis giggle. “Okay okay,” he said as he gave Sal his hand.
Sal saw the way Travis’s cheeks stayed red the whole time he gripped his hand but maybe it was just the alcohol. He did see him shotgun a few shots downstairs.
Once he was done Travis layed down and lifted his hand up, inspecting them. He had this sort of bewildered expression painted on his face. Sally stared down at him with a tender smile that he couldn’t see. “Why don’t you come down to the apartments one of these days and you could try some more of my stuff.”
Travis frowned at that and let his hands fall. “Sally face- I don’t know how- I mean, are we still going to be friends when this is over?”
“I don’t see why not. If you come up to my in halls I’ll always say hi.”
The blonde turned to face the wall, to hide his giddy lovesick grin.
With the silence between them not the Hypno music was very distracting and to Sal, torture.
He groaned deciding that if he had to listen to this music any longer he’d go deaf. “Why don’t we get out of here?” He suggested lightly. Not expecting a yes.
“Sure.”
Oh. Travis slowly rose from the place in the bed and got out waiting for Sal. “This was your idea, aren’t you coming?”