Runaways |Sally Face|

3- Friends

"This is my childhood best friend, Ashley Campbell, does she ring a bell, at all?"

CHAPTER THREE
FRIENDS
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LARRY JOHNSON
Holy shit.

The girl in 401 was hot, and I mean hot. She was hella short, even smaller than Sal, and her frame was overall tiny too. Yeah, she's definitely younger than us.

She had pale skin with small freckles littered around her nose, which was a perfect button shape. Her big bright blue eyes and blonde eyelashes coated lightly in mascara were a killer pair with her pale blonde hair split down the middle and tucked behind one of her ears.

She wore low-waisted dark denim jeans flared out at the bottom only slightly revealing her pierced belly button.

She had two cropped shirts on, the first one was a black tank top, the second a thick fishnet type of material. Overall, the chick knew how to dress.

A forced cough took me out of my head and I finally realized I had been staring. She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed with eyebrows raised expectantly at me.

I cheekily avoided eye contact for a moment before beginning my go-to introduction, "You new around here, haven't seen you before?" 

The bottle of Diet Pepsi was still held uncomfortably in the crevice of my elbow but I ignored the it.

She didn't respond for a second as she leaned off of the door frame. I could see more behind her now. Tons of closed boxes were scattered around the apartment as well as unorganized pieces of furniture.

"Yeah, got here late last night then crashed," she ran her manicured nails through her hair, "Who did you say you were again?" She asked, casually.

I didn't, I want to say, but I don't.

"Name's Larry, I live in the basement with my mom-"

"Lisa, right?" She interrupts, head tilted slightly to the side. I wondered how she knew for a moment before realizing Mom had already met her, a fact she told me at breakfast but I was probably too blazed to remember.

I ignored the urge to run my eyes over her body again and tried to change the conversation, "Anyway, I've got your order, do you want me to come in and set it down?"

Very subtle, Larry, good job, dude. I pat myself on the back with my thoughts.

She doesn't even hesitate before grabbing the bronze door handle and ushering me through the doorway.

I head towards the back of the apartment and set the pizza box and the soda bottle on the kitchen counter. I groan at the relief brought to my tense muscles, it wasn't heavy, just awkward.

Her place was the exact copied-and-pasted apartment I had seen before but for some reason, I found myself still tracing my eyes over her things. By the looks of it, it's just her staying here.

My eyes catch on the fabric stitching of her gray backpack and a smile leaps onto my face. "Dude, you like Sanity Falls?" I practically yell.

I see her flinch back at my voice slightly before her small cheeks perk up into a smile that could rival the sun. "Hell yeah, they're like my favorite band!" She started, opening the pizza box and grabbing a slice.

And that's how it started. Me and the random girl from 401 both began gushing about various bands (Mainly SF) and other random shit along the way.

I learned that she prefers their calmer songs, which I can respect, and that she's living alone.