Travis Phelps woke up, his body sore from the beating he had received last night. He sighed as he got up. He honestly hated his life. He hated his blond hair and easily bruised skin. He hated his father and he hated this town. If it wasn't for his boyfriend, he would have ended it so long ago.
He got ready and then left the house, walking to Nockfell High School. He made his way to his locker where he dropped off his bag and grabbed his books before making his way to his boyfriend's locker. Sal wasn't there so Travis sat on the floor and started reading his book. He stayed like that for 10 minutes.
"Hey Trav!" Sal greeted his boyfriend as he walked through the school hallway. Sal Fisher, the most beautiful boy on the planet, to Travis anyway. He was 5'2 with light blue hair that he usually styled in pigtails. He wore a prosthetic on his face due to a childhood incident. Travis stood up excitedly, wincing as he did so, and hugged the smaller boy.
"Hey Sally!" The taller boy returned the greeting.
Sal's step-brother, Larry, scoffed from behind them. He still didn't understand why Sal would choose his bully to date, of all people. Larry was a brunet with long hair that loved metal and painting.
Travis and Sal just ignored the brunet and broke apart from the hug. Sal put his bag in his locker and took out the things he would need for class.
The three boys made their way to their first block class. Travis was smiling as he held the blue boy's hand. They made it to their first block class and reluctantly, the two boys let go of each other's hand as they sat down in their seats.
"How was your night, Sal?" The blond asked his boyfriend.
"It was okay. But I couldn't take a shower because Gizmo was taking a bath." Sal answered. Travis laughed.
"Your cat's weird." he remarked.
"I know." Sal said, adjusting his prosthetic. Travis put his hand on his chin and looked at the boy he was lucky to call his boyfriend. "How was your night?"
"Oh, it was fine..." Travis trailed off, looking down at his desk.
"He did it again, didn't he?" Sal asked. Sal knew all about the abuse from Kenneth that Travis had to endure. Travis nodded. "I wish you'd let me do something." The small boy sighed. Travis smiled at him.
"You'd just get hurt Sal. I can handle it." Travis said. Sal just looked at his boyfriend and shook his head looking ahead as Mrs. Packerton started class.
Lunch came around. It was pizza Friday so Travis skipped getting food. His stomach could never handle pizza. Sal and Travis sat at the lunch table with Sal's friends, Larry, Ash, Todd, Neil, Chug and Maple. Travis wasn't necessarily friends with Sal's group, but ever since Sal and Travis started dating, Travis hadn't bullied them and they'd been cordial.
"Hey lovebirds." Ash teased as Travis and Sal sat down. Ash, surprisingly, was the most supportive of their relationship.
"Hey Ash." Sal said.
"Sup bitch." Travis said, but in a joking manner. Ash rolled her eyes laughed it off, knowing it was a joke. Lunch went smoothly, and Travis felt relaxed. After lunch, Sal and Travis parted ways, as they didn't have that class together, unfortunately. Travis went to Religious Studies and Sal made his way to Art class.
The rest of the day went by and Travis found himself walking out of the school, a certain Sal Fisher by his side.
"Do you want to come over?" Sal asked the blond.
"Yeah, sure." Travis answered. He was smiling. He loved going to his boyfriend's apartment, partly because it felt more like home than his own house did.
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Runaways
FanfictionTravis Phelps is tired of his life. The only good part is his boyfriend, Sal. So after one final straw, he runs away, leaving everything behind. Except Sal, cause Sal won't let him leave him behind. With their whole lives ahead of them, they head ou...