Who Fucking Cares? (Sally Face x Larry)

Snogging

Larry laid on his bed, staring up at his ceiling. The latest Sanity's Fall song blared over the sound of his mother's singing. He looked over to his walkie talkie as it staticed, Sal's voice cutting through. "Heading out.... be... g.... while. Bye."

Larry got up, taking the batteries out. "Fuck, probably should take this to Todd so he can amp the output... I sound like Sally."

Larry stuffed the walkie talkie in his pocket, heading out of his room. His mother sat on the couch with Sal's dad, making out. "Mum, ewww," he said, his stomach churning.

She turned and looked at him. "Aww, Larbear, I thought you would have snuck out with Sal."

"You.... forget it. I'm heading up to Todd's." He was quick to leave his mum to snog with Sal's dad. He shuddered and reminded himself not to stay up in Todd's room until like midnight. He proceeded out of their apartment and into the elevator. He pressed the button two to Todd's floor, waiting. The music was annoying and he groaned. The elevator came to a screeching halt and he heard a loud snap. Larry was forced up against the roof, a scream leaving him as the elevator went down. He landed with a harsh thump, the whole elevator shaking and squeaking. he hurt and as he tried to get up he found sharp shrapnel had embedded into his palms, pinning him there. He yelled for help, tears of pain going down his face. It hurt like a bitch. He felt hazy, everything hurting. He closed his eyes, exhausted. His head was heavy and he laid it down, passing out.