Sal got up from the floor and lay on the bed. His life was officially over. Larry would've heard the rumours by now and he would think Sal was a total freak. He lay over on his side and tried to block out the blasting music from downstairs when he heard a rattle from the doorknob.
"Piss off!" He shouted.
Bust sadly that person didn't 'piss off' instead they started picking the lock. Sal grabbed his mask and put it over his face. The door opened and there stood Larry.
"I said piss off."
"And I don't care."
Larry locked the door behind him and sat down beside Sal.
"You heard then?" Sal asked. It was a stupid question really, of course Larry had heard. All anyone was talking about downstairs is what Sal was doing in the bathroom.
"Yes, and to be fair I'm quite flattered."
Sal punched Larry's arm.
"Hey! What's that for?"
Sal took off his mask again and stared ahead.
"I like you okay? If that wasn't obvious enough. And I'm sorry for what I did. It's these pills to help my growth I couldn't help it."
"Dude don't apologise we all have our needs."
Wink wonk ((I'm sorry))
Sal looked at Larry. At his gorgeous brown eyes, his gorgeous face, his amazing hair. He loved everything about this boy. All he wanted was to fucking kiss him right there and then.
But he couldn't.
Because Larry already had.
He was still in shock even after Larry had pulled away.
"W-wha..."
Larry burst out laughing.
"Dude I like you too! Like a lot! Although to be honest I was expecting you to actually like me kissing you."
"Idiot." Sal said, he leant over and connected Larry's lips to his own once more.
>•<
It was the next morning. Sal found himself in Larry's bed -unsurprisingly- but he couldn't see Larry in the bed with him or in his room. He sat up and realised he was wearing Larry's t-shirt and the skirt from last night. The door opened and in came his friend.
"Sleep well?" He asked with a smile.
"Yeah, but I'm starving."
"What'd you feel like having?"
"One word. Leftovers."
Larry chuckled and went into the kitchen. He came back later with 2 pieces of pizza on a plate. And a piece in his mouth.
"From 2 nights ago." He said. "Aged to perfection."
"Hardly." Sal replied while chewing on a slice. "It's scientifically proven that pizza tastes best either fresh or the morning after."
They continued their chat until Sal grabbed his shit and went back to his apartment. He got in the door and was met with his dad on the couch, beer bottles surrounded him. Sal tried to quietly walk to his room. After all, he knew just how his dad would behave after large consumptions of alcohol.
Unfortunately his dad did hear him.
"Where the fuck have you been?" He said aggressively.
"To the party." Sal replied. "Then to Larry's to stay the night."
