Let's be free?..(sal x Travis fan fic )

Entering the room, turning the lights on, searching. 

Eating disorder/language that may be triggering around the topic of eating and health ( updated into warnings and notes)
Talk of scars

I opened my eyes, what? I'm back in this hell?
I sat up looking around my room
At the end of my bed, my father stood with a Bible and gracing me with his presence when looking as scary as devil is perceived to be.

I jump, again opening my eyes really this time
I sat up from my bed on the floor and cracked my back gently from it being stiff on the floor
I then stood up to humming and some ruffling. I turned around to see a shirtless blue haired boy.

I stared at his pale as can be skin, somewhat healed over healed scars
He was very skinny in his stomach area but not enough to his bones at least.
His hair was out and messy, he was choosing a outfit I believe since he was holding two shirts.

When he heard me he turned around, he had his prosthetic on already but his hair was down, it was like seeing something new.
He raised the two shirts between his head
"Which do you think will look good with these pants?"
I looked down at his pants but first his crotch,
My body stiffened when I realized I needed to be staring at his pants than his crotch, he had on ripped black jeans with fishnets on the inside of the rips
He also had red converses on, one's I've never seen
"Are those new?" I asked pointing to them
"Yeah, how did you know?" He said putting the shirts down a little and softly resting his arms calmly.
"You always wear blue one's to school" I said staring up at his eyes that I can see slightly shine through the deep dark holes of nothingness.
"So, which shirt?" He said again while looking at both of them side to side

"I like the red one, I think it would look good on you- and your outfit-" I corrected myself
He walked toward me, I watched as his hips moved closer to me, I wanted to just kis- no no..I'm not gay..

I was at a battle with my own mind, I didn't know what was true or not at this point but over the 3 years I've been in high school with Sal and the others with newer kids as well I've gotten a adjustment to being around Sal and I'm not as homophobic and really just in tight or weird places and just out of use to saying it often, I would refrain myself best as I can..there's no point anyways when who cares if I want to go to heaven anyways if there's a heaven out there.. I rather just die a endless suffering with the person I love, and love, no matter sex or gender..as long as they love me back..

"So Bend down" I heard Sal say
I spaced out for a moment there only to come back to him saying bend down, yeah some problems there- sal was right in front of me, inches away from my body.
"What-?!" I said staring back down at his face
He just chuckled and nodded his head Like he's still asking me too..

I bent down anyways to just enough for him
He put his finger under my chin and one on my chin so he could control where my head would move
He moved my head to the right then fumbled his fingers through my hair to get..something?

He turned my head back after removing his hand and pulled out a piece of popcorn
We both giggled, "What time is it?" I questioned. Sal turned around and swiftly got  over to his alarm clock
"9:34, why?"
Panic stuck me but then realizing, it's Saturday

"Yesterday didn't feel like Friday..shit. My bag and stuff is at school and it has my homework and cellphone in it.." I said while beginning to pace around the room unconsciously

I felt two hands grip my shoulders
"If you keep pacing around my room your gonna get me dizzy" Sal said softly
"Oh- sorry I didn't realize I was doing that" I apologized
"How about we go get break-"
Ring..ring..ring

Sal pulled his cell phone from his pants pocket up to where he could see it and opened it.He answered politely to the caller, "Hello?" He said as he put it to his ear