Sally Face Oneshots [COMPLETE]

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-L A R R Y-
Fluff | Prank Wars | G/n/r
READER'S POV

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I laughed as Sally and I finished putting loads of hot sauce in Larry's food. You could say Larry wasn't fond of spicy foods, couldn't handle the amount of spiciness.

So Sally and I have planned to prank him. It was also to get back at him for dropping ice cold water on me, yesterday.

I put his food in the fridge, closing the door as gently as possible, then grabbed Sally's hand and ran from his kitchen. Lisa had let us do this for she also wanted revenge on him replacing her mops with something I couldn't remember for the life of me.

I have such a bad memory, you'd think I was a 90-year-old woman.

Sally and I ran into Lisa's room, hiding ourselves from Larry. We kept our heads peeking from a crack in the door. A few minutes later, Larry walked out of his room in his pyjamas, which consisted of SF bottoms and no shirt. Sexy if you ask me.

I hid my giggles as best as I could as Larry sat on the couch with his food, putting on some TV. I watched with Sally as Larry took his first bite of food. His face turned from relaxed to bitter.

He spits his food out, wiping his tongue in disgust. Sally and I tried hard to suppress our laughter but to no avail. Our laughter filled the silent air. Larry whipped his head out the way, his face turning angry.

Sally and I looked at each other with slight fear. Running out of the room, we tried making a run for the door, but Larry caught my arm.

"Run, Sally! Forget about me!" Sally looked at me hesitantly, but nodded, running out of the apartment. I turned slowly towards Larry. He had an unimpressed expression. I smiled sheepishly and turned my gaze to his plate.

"Are you gonna finish that?" He signed and said, "Again with the pranks? You know I can't handle spicy stuff." I giggled and pat his head. "I know, but it was to get back at you for the cold water and for messing with your mom."

He rolled his eyes. "The cold water was an accident, as for the mops, now that was totally not accident," he said. "But I did end up cleaning three of four floors, so yeah."

"It doesn't matter if it was an accident, I wanted pay back." I argued. "Whatever. I'm going to paint. Want to stay or no?" He asked, walking to his room, bringing a bag of chips and soda cans with him. "Sure, but only if I can be your muse."

He looked at me with a smirk. "You're always my muse, babe." I smiled and kissed his lips softly. "Ew, you still taste like hot sauce." I said as I jerked my head back. He smirked, putting his stuff down. "Want another kiss?" I tense up and run quickly for the door, but he's faster.

"No! Larry, please, spare me!" I pleaded. He laughed like a maniac. "Never, my love! You shall pay!" He leaned down, aiming for my lips, but I turned my head to the side. His lips crashed on my temple, his face showing mischief.

"Guess I'll tickle you!" His fingers found my side, and he began tickling the sensation out of me. My laughter and his own filled the air.

And that's how our prank wars started.