Jealousy?, or crush?

//yupp three updates in the same hour, your welcome//

-no ones pov-

Travis was laying down, another day in the hospital. He wasnt aloud to leave for another day because of his breathing and no one had come to see him. No one cared.

Kenneth didnt even bother to show up and he was annoyed ofcourse. Travis yawned. His hands were cold and he was forced to eat by the nurses so he put on like three pounds. But that was a good thing that he was aloud to eat here and it was a bit nice being away from home.

-travs pov-

I sighed as i heard the door open, the nurse stared at me. I stared back blankly.

"Mr. phelps, you have a visitor" I felt happy at that, though i shouldnt. It was probably my father so i groaned and leaned back more agaisnt this bed that was so fucking uncomfortable.

"Send them in i guess." Travis spoke. He was getting out tomorrow and he just knew it was kenneth.

The nurse nodded and closed the door and a few moments later it opened again. I seen him, sal. The blue pigtails and the prosthetic.

My heart was beating happy at the sight of him, my gut turning. But my mind i was discusted of how my body reacted. "Sal?- what are you doing here." I spoke simply. "Why are you here..?" I spoke again

"Travis i wanted to see if you were okay, i was hoping to see you at school but i guess you werent there.. And phillip told me i would find you here and im glad your alive"

My heart sunk. He knew all about this. How much did he know? Did he know about any of this??

"..He told you? oh great." I sat up, my body was stiff if anything. Sal walked in and pulled up a seat next to my bed.

"Listen im sorry i came in so suddenly if you dont want me here i guess you dont have to have me here. I can leave i just was worried about you."

"No its.. its fine fisher.. You know about alot anyways.. my father and all."  He sighed "When i showed you my back, it was a while ago though i havent been to school since"

"Yeah i miss you being there though trav.."

He misses me? he misses me being at school?. Thenmy mind averted to the nickname. I was very fond of this nickname. Man why does he make me feel like this. This stupid fag makes me feel so weird i swear.

"You miss me?, dont be so gay fisher.." I joked "I dont know why you miss me.."

"Oh ill be as gay as i need to, Plus i totally missed being called a fag amd slammed into lockers all day its kinda boring"

I rolled my eyes "dont be so dumb.. And i did apologize for all of that i guess.." I looked at him."I shouldnt have done it i was just jealous..always been i supose."

Jealousy? or crush?