LarryxLaurent Requests (Boyxboy)

The Cloud of Unknowing 1.

Hello readers. I wanted to say another little thank you to those of you who have been waiting. I know I'm very untimely about my posting.

I've gotten requests for more...platonic stories. I think I wanted to get a feel for writing the twins before I approached something a little more sentimental. Any who. Sorry this is short

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The cityscape is barren of green, winter clinging to the air. A strong wind blows against Laurent's back pushing him down the slopped sidewalk. His dark hair is desheveled by it but he couldn't care less. The walk from school is one that's become automatic, his legs carrying him in long strides. His thumbs are curled under the straps of his bag, he's tense from the waist up and his mind is somewhere else. The emptyness on the pavment beside him is all too disruptive of his routine. Their routine. Never had he walked with such silence, it felt unusually long. Larry was always beside him, making some comment or another. But today, after packing up his things, he was met with a shifty look on his brothers face.

"Tell Ma I'll be home later" Larry had pulled him aside in the commons, muttering so that only he could hear. A nervous aura had surrounded him and Laurent was all too keen to it.

"Later? Where are you going?" An obvious shock to his tone, he cocked his head to the side a crease beginning to draw between his brows.

"I just want to hang out with some people"

"Who?" Larry is stammering from the third degree and he mirrors the look, bringing his fingers to touch the corner of his jaw as he speaks.

"You don't know them, go on without me"

Odd, it was all very odd. The way Larry had shooed him into the pavement towards home. Giving no indication of when he might be home. His vague answers. Laurent had half a mind to call him on it, ask him why exactly he was being so suspicious. But then there was a doubtful voice that said it was normal. This was just a part of life, since the separation Larry hadnt been the same.

Even having learned some independence from his time away from home, Laurent had come to miss his constant companion. But much of his child hood was filled with commentary on his and Larry's individuality. Of course as children the bond they shared was endearing, the way one would never go anywhere without the other. How one would cry and the next would follow for seemingly no reason. But as he grew up, it became clear that the amusement had turned to concern. Family members insisting that they must be free to be their own person. He couldn't bare another lecture on how their personalitys were completely separate. Who were they really trying to convince?

But after the way Larry had spoken to him, he began to think it over. The distant look in his eyes, the way he spoke. Like his own brother was someone to keep secret, to hide things from. Maybe his twin had taken those lectures to heart. His frown deepened at that.

When he arrived home, no one was there to greet him. His mother and sisters worked late most days leaving the twins to their own devices. The sun was setting and in the cramped home little light made its way to the heart of the building. The silence is heavy. His shoulders slouch under the weight of his bag as he makes his way to the kitchen. He takes a slice of bread from a loaf and shoves half of it into his mouth solemnly. Simply wanting something in his stomach. He steps in front of the kitchen window that opens out into the alley way, contemplating the school work in his bag. It wasn't that he was a bad student, infact he excelled in many of his classes especially French. He simply lacked the focus lately. Papers were boring and anything that bored Laurent won little of his attention, even if it did effect his grades. Mom will probably be upset by the report coming home soon. But he cares no more for the consequences of failing then he does for the taste of dry bread in his mouth.

He washes it down with a glass of water taking the cup with him to his and Larry's room. Like the rest of the home, it's tight living. He was surprised that they still managed to function in such a small space. Larry's bed is against the wall next to the window. He had to beg him to trade when Laurent had moved back home. He couldn't stand the way it rattled with the wind at night. His own bed is to the right, also against the wall, their combined mess strung all over the floor. Game cartridges are laying across the floor in semi neat lines from last night when they were playing video games. Laurent sets his bag on his bed and he takes his phone from his pocket to see the time. It's nearly six and he wonders if he should call Larry. The thought is foreign, deciding if he should ask what time he will be home. He'd always been allowed to call home in his time away and he was always eager to speak with his twin but now it seemed redundant. He had seen him just a few hours ago after all. He needs to respect that his brother is his own person after all. It's okay to be away from. In fact maybe its good.

The next few hours would be frittered away on the PlayStation he shared with Larry. He continues to ignore the books in his bag, going on as if he doesn't have an essay due on Wednesday. He's changed into some lounge wear. Baggy pants and an equally ill fitting shirt. His outfits usually consist of a couple layers. The shirt hidding a pair of tank tops and a long sleeve shirt. The collar of the first shirt is pulled over his mouth and he's bitting it as he struggles to get through this stage of his game. He's been there for ages. The sun has already set, he doesn't take notice now however not until he hears his phone.

He pauses the game and gets up off the floor to reach for his other pants. After a moment he realizes it's not a text alert. Some one is calling him. Not texting? Laurent frowns trying to get the screen into focus and when he has the device clutched in his hand he sees the ID.

"Larry?" He sits back against the side of his bed, staring at the menu on his TV.

"Can you come pick me up?" There's something strange about the voice coming over the line. He sounds tense and the words are strung together weakly. It only stirs up Laurent's confusion. He looks at the time on his phone, it's almost ten.

"Uh... Yeah where are you?"

"Joshua's house"

Joshua? The kid whose always mugging him in chemistry class? Laurent can't contain the disbelieve in his voice. A coldness sweeps over him and he suddenly feels uneasy. Why would Larry have any thing to do with a douche like him.

"Josh? Since when do you hang out with Josh?"

"Just come and fuckin get me!"

Laurent's frown hardens and he pulls the phone from his ear to keep the volume of Larry's shouting from hurting his ear. His twin had a nasty habit of being short with him and he snaps back.

"Don't yell at me or else find someone else to pick your ass up"

"No..! I'm sorry okay?" He ears Larry take a deep breath, it's heavy and he knows his brother is truly sorry. His emotions pouring over the phone. Even with how much he's holding back, Lau can still tell just from his voice that Larry his hugging his knees to his chest. He's outside and he's cold. "I didn't mean to, just come get me, please?"

"Okay I'll text you when I get there"

"Okay..." He doesn't miss the softness in Larry's tone, but he let's it be. The sooner he gets back here the better. Laurent hangs up and gets ready to leave. Even while he's got a chip on his shoulder from the way his brother so rudely spoke to him, he begins to realize there's a sense of urgency in his motions.

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Next part soon to come 💕 I'm very sick RN but I'll have the next part up tomorrow.