~Strange lovers~Sal x Larry~

•Chapter 9•

A/N-This is a time skip to two months after Valentine's Day +TYSMMM FOR 200+ READS AND 42 (I think) VOTES LIKE FUCKING THANK YOUUUUUU!
Ok onto the story!
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Sal and Larry have been friends for two months now.

No they never started dating after they kissed that one Valentine's Day.

And no they haven't kissed since.

But they have been closer than usual which made Larry happy but anxiety tried to take over a couple times.

The reason behind that is because of past experiences of letting people close when he had first met them.
Sals POV:

I sat up in my bed with my heart pounding and sweat caking my forehead.

'Just a nightmare..it's not real..not real'

I sighed and went to grab my walker talkie Larry had given me.

Just thinking about him gave me goose bumps.

Although it was so many months ago i was still shocked Larry had kissed me..we had only met a few days before but..I guess I'm too lovable.

I smirked to myself stupidly and traced my finger on the walkie talkie.

Luckily,even in the dark, I had managed to find the "on" switch.
Static

Sal:l..Larry?

Larry:sal?

Sal:y..yeah I had another n..nightmare..

Larry:come to mine I'll meet you at the front door

Sal:alright cya.

Static

I took a deep breath in and out through my nose.

Silently I put on some blue slippers and opened my bedroom door luckily making my way to the front door.

I sighed disappointingly at my dad who was passed out and in a deep abyss he won't ever be able to crawl out of when he's sober.

(A/N-just realized that doesn't make sense but ok)

Slowly I eased the door shut and sprinted to the elevator shoving the plastic card in the slot and pressing the "B" button.
I yawned tiredly as I walked to the front door and yellped as I was grabbed by the waist and dragged into Larry's room.

'Larry?' I whispered.

'You can talk normally sal my moms at work'

'I..ok'

I jumped onto Larry's bed and surrounded myself with blankets which smelt like Larry it was a nice smell of strawberries,weed,vodka and paint.

'So sal, your nightmare what happened..?'

I noticed Larry wasn't wearing his prosthetic which made me happy.
Time to spill the tea.

'I..it was about..dogs' my voice gave out near the end of the sentence.

'Dogs?'

'M..my mom..got herself killed..t..to save ..m..me..I..it's all my fault..s..she's dead!' By now I had tears streaking down my face.

Larry's POV :
I walked over and sat next to him on the bed whilst holding him in my arms and watching his freckled face stain with wet tears.

'Sal shh it's not your fault your mom love you..a lot..and that's why she saved you'

'B..b..but sh..she..is d..dead'

'And you could've been dead and that would of meant you wouldn't have met me'

I felt his body relax into my chest and I smiled.

'Sal if I never met you..I wouldn't be here'

'What?'

'O..oh it doesn't matter don't worry blue'

I face palmed myself.

'Shit I'm sorry'

I heard a small giggle and looked down.
'I..it's ok Larry...or should I say lar-bear'

'Oi!' I chuckled as I ruffled his soft baby blue hair.

'Thanks Larry you've helped..allot!' I smiled and blushed as he wrapped his arms around my torso and snuggled into me.

'You too' I whispered.

Suddenly I noticed he had fell asleep.

'Cute'