The Blue Boy

I'm Lovestruck

After hours of trying to quiet my mind and fall asleep, I just quit. I don't know why it was so easy to fall asleep with Larry before.

Would it be wrong if I just laid down there with him? Yeah, I think it would.

I lay in his bed for a while longer, willing myself to fall asleep.

Counting sheep doesn't even work.

Actually, I don't think he would mind too much.

I crawl out of bed with the fluffy blanket and lay down next to Larry on the floor. I scoot closer to him and cover both of us.

I almost jump when he puts his arm around my lower back, but I just cuddle into him more.

Larry's POV

Sal seems restless up there, which surprises me, since he fell asleep just fine before.

He moves a lot and my bed creaks. He slowly lays down in front of me and I pretend I'm asleep. He's weirdly cold?

He covers both of us up with my fluffy black blanket and without a second thought, I put my arm around him. Larry what the fuck are you doing?!

I feel him jump a little but soon he's sleeping like a baby.

He might be calmer sleeping with someone, I guess. It feels natural like this even though I have a pounding headache.

Soon, I fall asleep, too.

. . . .

I wake up to squealing and I feel really fucking hot. I push the blanket off of me and look around my room.

Ash and Neil were awake staring at me with a wide smile. "Uh...good morning?" I try to sit up, but I'm pulled back by Sal hugging the shit out of my arm.

I blush and glare daggers at Ash, who's obviously in fangirl mode. "Not. A. Word." She just smiles even more.

Todd's still on my bed, lazily looking through his phone.

"I honestly don't know why you're overreacting so much, Ashley," He says nonchalantly, "It was so painfully obvious that they had immense feelings for the other,"

I flip my head towards him, "W-what?!"

He scoffs then gives me a shit eating grin, "That reaction just proves my point, Johnson,"

I feel Sal move around before he opens his eyes and looks at me. "Yo, morning," he greets as if nothing awkward is happening.

It wouldn't feel awkward if our friends weren't here...

"Well I gotta go do...stuff, see ya guys later!" Ash winks at me as she leaves.

Neil practically drags Todd out, "Yeah, me and Todd gotta go make out somewhere, you guys have fun," Todd blushes like mad and gets dragged out by his man.

I blink, trying to process what happened.

"I'm going back to sleep, you coming?" Sal stands up to turn the light off and crawls into bed.

I shrug and lay down next to him within an okay distance away.

He rolls into my chest and hugs onto me like a leech. I wrap my arm around him again. "Larbear?" He looks up at me in the dark.

"Yeah, Sally Face?"

"Could you unclip my prosthetic?"

"Sure thing," I reach around his head and struggle with the latches a bit before finally undoing them. I make sure to not look at his face as I set his mask on my bedside table.

"Thanks, Larbear," He pushes his head into my chest again. "Maybe later..." He trails off, "Never mind,"

I groan playfully, "you ass," he chuckles and dozes off.

Sal's POV

When he sets my mask away, a thought comes to mind. Maybe later I could show Larry my face..?

"Maybe later.." No, that might ruin everything, Sal, stupid stupid stupid. "Never mind,"

He seems annoyed but I just fall asleep hugging onto him.

He smells nice.

. . . .

I wake up pretty late, it's legit almost noon. How the fuck did I sleep this long? No nightmares..that's really weird.

I'm laying on top of Larry, cuddling into his chest. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open slightly. His long hair is all wild, pieces of it sitting on his face. He looks...

I shake the thought out of my head with a small smile. As I sit up, I feel a sharp pain from my abdomen and arms.

Fuck, I might've opened some of my wounds. I hope Larry has bandages.

I silently creep out of his room and into their bathroom. It doesn't look like Lisa's home right now, and that's good. It might seem a little weird if I just go through their bathroom cabinets. Also, I don't have my prosthetic on yet.

After searching all of the bottom cabinets, I find a couple rolls of bandages in the one above the sink.

It's sore when I lift my arms up to take my shirt off, but I get through it.

Peeling the old bandages off hurts even worse. I bite down on my hand so I don't scream out.

There's tears in the corner of my eyes, but I push through it so I don't get an infection. I quickly wrap new bandages around my stomach and chest, then move onto my arms, which hurts way less for some reason.

I see myself in the mirror. My hair looks like a rat's nest and my scars look somehow worse today. My eyes have lost their blue glow that they used to have--it's been replaced by a dull grey, with a hint of blue. Goddamnit, I'm disgusting.

I decide to use their shower to try and clear my head. Good thing that these bandages are water-durable.

I grab a random towel that's green with blue streaks in it, and a washcloth that has seen better days. The color has faded and it's unraveling at the end.

It takes a minute to figure out how their shower works, but I manage. I don't need to wash my hair yet, so I just wash my body and burn my flesh off with how hot I make it.

Hey, if I want to fry myself like a lobster, I will.

The shower gives me a good place to cry. So I cry. I sit in the tub underneath the shower head, and cry until I have no tears left to cry.

Why am I such a --

A knock on the door drags me out of my thoughts. "Sal?" It's Larry. "Sal, I need to piss," Larry.

The door opens and he doesn't say anything, thank god, then leaves again. I let out a breath and wash myself quicker.

Today's gonna be shit.