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Too Damned Quiet

( A/n: Tell me that picture doesn't fuckin look like Larry. It's fucking him omfg I'm shook ain't he handsome I love it.... ok carry on now)

"It's always been quiet here, or at least for as long as I've known."
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Y/n POV
6:30 am ( 20 min before the bus )
I hate waking up before my alarm. It's like my body literally failed to do one of its favorite functions for a few more minutes. I'm awake now but later in the day I'm gonna be begging for these 20 minutes of sleep. I intently stared at my dirty sealing and thought.
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I miss living in New York. I liked it better when you could hear the sound of traffic in the city. At least that was proof of life. Everything here is dead. Now, I don't mean to sound emo but may I just say that my life is a shitty tragedy.

Every miserable day its the same fucking shit. Wake up in this piss poor apartment. Go to the same prison of a school with the same idiotic people I've know since middle school. Ain't it great how you can just remain with the same stuck up people for more than 7+ years. People should appreciate the way I've restrained from murdering them. The worst part is probably coming back home. It's like a freakin gamble I just never know wether She will be there or not.
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Yep I'm miserable, now time to look extra. Quickly I grab some nice lookin clothes from the floor. Honestly my clothes are all clean I just rather throw it on my floor than fold it. It's a system. I quickly go into the bathroom to do my godly makeup.

'Im pretty stunning fucking flamingo'I think to myself trying to boost my confidence. It mildly worked.
I take the time to put on all my piercings. I wanna get more but it's more fun doing it with a friend. I tried convincing Larry but he's a total chicken when it comes to these things.
I've mentioned it to him a billion times but he won't even consider it. I guess that's kinda my fault though.
When Larry and I were in the 8th grade I convinced him to get matching piercings with me. The moment the needle pierced his earlobe he shrieked so hard the lady almost stabbed him twice. After only a week he said it hurt so much he took it off. Within three days it was already mostly closed. When I found out I got so pissed I pinned him down and jabbed the earring in his earlobe until it came through the other side. So yeah. He might be a little traumatized.

I looked in the mirror and all I could think about was how boring my hair looked. It was currently a mostly faded f/c. I've been dying and experimenting with it for a couple of years now. It was definitely starting to show. Eh that's what high school is all about though, doing dumb things before it's too late. Maybe I'll dye it again over the weekend but for now I tried to do an attempt of a hairstyle. This resulted in several fails and me leaving it down again.

Confidently I chill in the living room knowing I'm alone. Just how I like it. There's a certain musky smell to the apartment due to my lazy ass not cleaning. Though in the back of my mind I've always felt like it's just a permanent smell the whole building has.
I waltz around being bored out of my mind but not motivated enough to anything. I don't eat breakfast but there's someone who has to. I quickly pour some food that smelled odd but in a good way into the tinny bowl and start shaking it a bit, "Coco come eat!" in the blink of an eye my cat is standing right next to me. As if she had always been there. I jump a little but certainly not because I was frightened by my own cat.

I dunno why but I like waiting till the very last second so I can rush out to the bus. I could wake up extremely early and still do the same thing. I consider this my best bad habit. Before I can continue to ask myself underrated dumbass questions my phone rudely interrupts.

Messages
Larbear: Get ur ass here you gonna miss the bus or what??
That's when I notice I have about a minute till the bus pulls over. Oh shit that's too last second.
Me: fuc
Me: wait fr me hoe
Larbear: hell nah
I swiftly grab my bag and bolt of the apartments.
"There ain't no time for elevators I'm taking the fucking ass stairs," I idiotically think to myself forgetting I'm out of shape and on the 4th floor. Regardless my adrenaline pushes me through it.
All though it's mid winter I'm already sweating from the short run and I can already see Larry getting on the buss. I immediately go from cursing in my head to yelling it out loud.
"Holy fuuu-" and I made it just as the doors closed.
The bus lady gave me this look that just said 'imma bout to leave ur ass behind one of these days'
I understood, I was later than usual. If I ever feel like being late again I'll just walk. Or better yet not go.

I quickly scan the area to see where Larry is sitting but it doesn't take me long to find the human giraffe. The moment I sit he laughs and says, "Did you really run all the way here without your shoes on?"
"Yeep," I answer as I slip on the boots I had been holding.
"You wouldn't have to do that if you didn't laze around dumbass"
"And why wouldn't I want to do this?" He chuckled at my response.
"Crazy punk"
"Stupid metal head"
Yep life's hell but it helps when you got an equally dumbass friend.