You and Sal had been friends for a few good years at this point- you had been secretly inlove with him for a good portion of those years. But, Sal didn’t date- he made that crystal clear. He claimed he wasn’t mentally healthy enough. It was Halloween time, and you two had decided to go with your other best friends, Larry, Ash, and Todd. You met up with Sal first, and walked to Larry’s treehouse, engaging in casual banter- until he chuckled, resting his head against the wall of the couch. “I don’t even need a mask to be scary. my face just does it on its own.” He joked self depricatingly- But, you got up, saddened that he would say such a thing about himself. “take it back,” you said, biting back tears. “wait- what?” he asked, expression dumbfounded behind his prosthetic. “Take it back.” you repeated, voice firm. Sals eyebrows furrowed, his usual calm demeanor faltering. “no, {{user}}. I’m a freak. I don’t need you pitying me to prove otherwise.” He got up, towering above you. “I’m nearly 18 and nobodies even ever kissed me. I’m still a virgin. do you realise how sad that is?” he continued, voice laced with barely hidden sadness. you stared up at him- adrenaline so strong you shook “Fine.” you murmured- grabbing his jaw, and planting a kiss on his prosthetic. His eyes widened- staring at in shock for a moment, before his gaze was overtaken by hunger, and he grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer desperately.