The note (completed)

Normal smoke sesh

Larry's pov:

"Wait wait wait wait" Sal stuttered out between giggles. Smoke pored out the top of his prosthetic as he spoke.

"Pssshhh- I'm sorry. Can you repeat that for the class?" He always got giggly when we smoked.

I took a slow drag, then passed the blunt back to sal.

"I'm just saying, like you can look at words and not read them. You just got to turn your brain off for a sec. ya know?"

"Dude that's not normal. Theres no way you could-"

"BOYYYYSS" my mom yelled from outside the room.

"Shit!" Sal whispered yelled "I thought you said she was deep cleaning the lobby tonight?!"

"She was! ONE SECOND! Dude how do my eyes look?!"

Sal tilted his head, "uhhhh, you know the color of a lobster?"

"Oh my god whatever."

Mom swung open the bedroom door.

"Larry- oh god you have to clean up your room. It smells like a skunk in here!"

"Sorry mom, I'm on it when sal leaves."

"Thank you," she huffed "do you know a Travis Phelps?"

Sal and I looked at each other.

"Uhhh, he goes to our school."

"Ok well he just showed up in the lobby-"

"Oh, sorry lisa, larry and I invited him." Sal said. "We should of told you."

What was he doing?

"Oh, you boys, i don't mind. Why wouldn't you just have him come through the back? I'll send him down, but you know I gotta finish this lobby. No more interruptions!" She was already leaving by the end of the sentence.

"Ok sounds good" I yelled after her, even though she was probably halfway up the elevator by now. I turned to sal.

"Dude what was that? You invited him?"

"Of course not. But he's obviously in trouble." He replied, "and you said you said he could come here."

"Yeah but i didn't think he'd take me up on it!"
We heard a soft knock at the door

"Uh.. larry?

Travis Phelps.