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Chapter Five: Abusing Pages

a/n: I'm super duper happy that people are actually reading this story now. I'd love to hear your opinions/criticism!

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Larry regretted quite a few things in his life, but none of them even came close to this. The brunet laid on his bed, hands clenching his stomach. The anxiety and guilt that clawed at him made him feel physically ill.

"So what are we?" Sal's hand was on the doorknob, but he refrained from leaving Larry's room just yet. His prosthetic had been returned to his face, and the eye sockets encased in shadow stared the taller male down.

"What do you mean?" Larry had asked, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He was sat on his bed, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers and a lighter in the other hand. Sal looked down, not responding for a minute. The brunet took the time to light the cigarette and place it between his lips.

"After what happened earlier, I just wanted to know if we were on the same page," Sal finally responded. Larry took a drag, held it for a moment, then let the smoke slowly escape his chapped lips.

"And what page is that?" Larry's voice came out harsher than intended, and his friend didn't answer. "I'm not gay Sal."

The blue-hair male stiffened at that. Red covered his ears again, and Larry wasn't sure if it was from humiliation, indignation, or a combination of the two. "I could've sworn differently when you had your dick down my throat," Sal snipped, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"What's it to you anyways?" Larry retorted, temper rising. He angrily puffed at his cigarette. "Are you gonna confess your undying love for me now that I've given you an orgasm?"

That had struck a nerve. Sal had jerked open the door, slammed it behind him, and left without another word.

In the moment, Larry had been annoyed and mad. Now, he felt disgusted by his actions. He rolled over on his side and reached a hand out to his nightstand. After a few seconds of fumbling in the dark, he finally made purchase with his phone. He squinted his eyes in pain as the bright screen blinded him in the darkness of his room. After he recovered from his temporary ailment, he scrolled to his text messages and found Todd's contact.

Todd, I need to talk.
This is an emergency.

Almost immediately, the reply came.

Yeah, what's up?

Larry hesitated.

I think Sal might hate me.

The brunet's phone started to ring, and he glared at it. He'd much rather type out his screw up than have to say it out loud. Letting out a sigh, he answered it and was greeted with Todd's tired voice.

"What did you do?" The redhead asked from the other end, and Larry frowned.

"Why are you assuming I'm the one who did something?" Indignation was clear in his voice, and he could imagine Todd rolling his eyes at him in his apartment.

"God damn it Larry, just, what happened?"

"I'm not gay Todd," Larry started. He could hear the other boy snort through the phone. "But I may have done some very gay things tonight."

"Please don't use gay as a synonym for stupid Larry," Todd sighed. The brunet quickly interjected, not wanting the other to launch into a lecture.

"No Todd, like Sal gave me a blowjob," he blurted out. The line went dead silent after that except for the occasional crackle of static. Larry grew worried that the redhead had left. "Todd?"