It Gets Better| Larry x Travis

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I finally got an apartment. I was moving in and trying to think of a way to get people to come to help me, but I don't have friends.

My roommate was going to be here soon so I'm sure once we meet we can help each other.

I sat my boxes down in my room and put the few things for the other rooms I had in them.

It was past the time my roommate was supposed to be here so I decided to start unpacking by myself.  I went into my bedroom and sat on the orange oak floors.

I didn't have much just the clothes I wear all the time and personal items.

I spent about 30 minutes before I was hungry so I went and got pizza.

I grabbed my wallet and house key and walked out of the apartment. It wasn't the best place to be living but everything is better than Nockfell. I could tell this place needed a good clean but I'm not complaining a place to live is a place to live.

I got back to the apartment and started eating the pizza.  I had brought beer to share with my new roommate so I popped one open. I hopped onto the counter with the pizza slice in my hand and the beer in the other.

"you going to eat all that pizza by yourself," a voice said in front of me.

"Holy shit." I jump my head hitting the cabinets.

"Sorry for scaring you also sorry for being late,"

"wait you're my roommate," I say kinda shocked.

"Well yeah Travis I had to move out at some point," Larry said with a grin on his face, "so got any beer to share?"

"oh, yeah," i stuttered out sliding him a beer.
"thanks," he smiled while opening it.

"so are you ok with me being your roommate," i asked.
"why wouldn't i be?" he asked looking me in my eyes.
"well i just did alot of shit to your friends," i say.
"are you still that person," he asked.
"no," i say.

"then ok i'm fine living with you,"
"ok," i said and hoped off the conter.

i walked in to the living room to the boxes and sat in the floor to go through it.
"hey phelps,"
"what,"
"do you need help," larry said siting next to me on the carpet.

"sure," i said and smiled at him.

he reached his hand in to the box and pulled out some photos and decorations.

i can't believe i'm going to be living with him. after everything in high school he just trust me like it makes no sense.

I sat down on my mattress to take a break when my phone rang. that annoying buzz rang on my phone off the night stand. I got up and grabbed the phone to see it was a call from my dad. i answered. 

as soon as i picked up the phone larry opened my door. i waved my hand to tell him to be quiet.

"hello,"
"travis, where are you," my dad spat in his normal cold tone.
"i'm at my house,"
"where is that,"
"sorry dad i can't talk right now i'll call you back," i made a excuse and hung up.

"are you ok," larry said softly looking at me.
"yeah, it was my dad,"
"is everything good,"
"he wanted to know where the house is and i'm not comfortable with him knowing," i said as my voice changed pitches.

"oh why not," he asked.
"Larry I worked so hard to leave he ruined everything for me I need space from him and i'm scared of him," I said whispering the last part.

"oh that's ok trav we'll get new locks and we need batteries for the buzzer camera," he said as he put his hand on my shoulder, "it will be ok travis."
"thanks," i said.

"should we call it a night on unpacking and go and do something," Larry asked.
"what would we do," i asked
"well there is this horror movie that just came out and one of the local bars is having a live band," He said.

"yeah that sounds like fun let me get dressed," I said and he walked out of my room.

when that door closed i realized how much i missed growing up. I never had doing things in secret, having fun, or even staying up late with friends.

I looked at some of the clothes I put in the closet and i put on a dark wash jean and the one band tee i own it was bleach washed. I stole jewelry from this girl i use to work with so i slid on some rings and a necklace. Then i put on my black jacket and some brown combat boots.

I opened my door and waited in the living room. Larry soon wakes out of his room with a white shit with red lettering in almost a blood pattern with a black jacket and black ripped jeans and docs.

"you look hot travis," Larry said.
"oh thank you i tried," i said lightly laughing at myself, "you don't look bad."
"thanks trav," He said and started walking to the door.

i grabbed my house key and wallet.
"we are walking," Larry said.
"oh ok that gives me a chance to learn my way around."