Thank you for reading, remember this is a short mini series though. There won't be like 30 chapters or more. But I'll make it lengthy because I enjoy writing it.
Authors pov:
Larry stayed up all night, he finally came to the conclusion of not being able to sleep so instead he placed his headphones on turning the music up all the way and stared up at the ceiling. He wallowed in his on self pity and remembered the broken glass from punching the mirror and the dried up blood that stained the carpet in the corner of the room. He didn't bother to clean it up for he would just do it later. Larry figured it was best to do it now before laurent came into his room freaking out and yelling at him which Is something he didn't need by the headache that was coming on caused by the anger from last night in his body. He forced himself to get up and winced at the pain from his headache. It seemed that each step he took was getting more painful than the last so the first thing he did was head towards the medicine cabinet immediately popping in a pill. A couple minutes later after the pain subsided, he retrieved a dustpan and a wet sponge to clean up the bloody mess. By now the carpet was clear from any harmful shards of glass, but the more he tried to clean the blood with the wet sponge, it only got worse by smearing it more. He cursed underneath his breath in irritation. He felt like he was swimming in a pool filled with drama. If he could take the chance to rewind yesterday and confess his feelings boy would he. Although it was far to late concidering that his actions had now taken place, that doesn't mean he can't fix the mistakes he has made. He Continued to scrub but by now it was useless.
Larry: "fuck it, if he sees it then he sees it"
Laurent's pov:
Usually the morning light would shine bright and beautiful, but today just seemed to be gloomy and dull. Almost as if it meant nothing. The smile that was usually on my face in the morning was now replaced with a frown. I didn't have to look in the mirror to know that my eyes where probably irritated and red. I could already tell that dried up tear stains remained on my face. I got up groaning not ready for the day, but this thing between Larry and his ego not letting him feel how he wants to has to end now. So I forced myself before washing my face and putting on some fresh clothes and prepared myself for a battle as I got closer and closer to larrys door that was now wide open. I stood between the doorway and heard him groaning, he smacked his teeth as rubbed away something on the carpet in a rough matter. Then I heard him say something.
Larry: "fuck it, if he sees it then he sees it"
Laurent: "see what?"
He dropped the sponge and stood up quickly eyeing me up and down. He looked startled as if he didn't know I was standing there the whole time watching him scrub away some substance.
Larry: "nothing laurent.."
Laurent: "none what is it larry!"
Larry: "nothing! Dont worry about it!"
I looked down and saw he now bruised hands. I gasped as I saw tiny cuts and dried up blood from his hands, I looked around the room wondering what happened after our fight. His bed was neatly made, it almost looked untouched and cold, maybe it was because Larrys eyes hung low as if to stay awake and fight the drousiness that was trying to consume his body. Bags hung underneath his eyes and I could tell he would pass out and fall asleep any minute. I noticed the mirror that was usually on the wall was not there anymore. What did he do?
