The Color of Your Laughter

Chapter 1: Pastels and Panic

a/n: This is my 1st fanfic ever & I really hope you guys enjoy it!
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Larry Johnson had always considered himself to be pretty normal in comparision to his friends...not that there was anything wrong with them! He didn't find them weird or strange at all, despite what others may have thought; to him, they were clever, witty and innovative. Sure, they were sarcastic assholes to each other from time to time, but that's just how it is when you're close to someone. In truth, they were actually really kind, to the point that Larry was sure that they'd each take a bullet for each other without a second thought.
He absolutely loved everything about them, it was just...well, they all had something that made them unique.

Todd was smart as hell...borderline genius, even. Honestly, the amount of knowledge that boy held in his brain was almost uncanny & the fact that he could Macgyver the most amazing shit out of just about anything was an absolute mind-fuck; he was also very resourceful when it came to anything related to the paranormal. Larry would never say it to his face, lest he'd be feeding into the already inflated ego pertaining to boy's intellect, but he knew, without a doubt, how screwed they'd be if Todd hadn't been a part of the group.

Ash was pretty. Really pretty...like Helen of Troy, siren-song-bewitching-sailors-to-their-grave status; that might be exaggerating it a bit, though there was still no denying that there's been plenty of times where she's had guys enamored by her at 1st glance. Not only that, her photography skills were on par as well. It wasn't rocket science to figure out how to take a decent picture, but the way she went about the approach made it seem like she was doing more than just aimlessly waving a camera around. She was also really fashionable and knew exactly what looked right on a person, which is probably why Todd saw her as a perfect candidate to help him pick out his outfit on his first date with Neil.

Then, of course, there's Sal. God, what wasn't there to say about him? The guy literally takes the expression 'good things come in small packages' to a whole new level just by existing! Larry couldn't figure it out, but there was just something about the blue-haired little dude. Sal was amazing at whatever he tried his hand at & even if he wasn't, his perseverance was still something to behold. Larry also admired him for his strength. After the 'headbanging incident', he gained more of an insight into his past & had come to discover just how much of a fighter he was. The weight of the trauma he's carried for so long...it shows on every detail of his face, & while Sal always says otherwise, Larry considers those scars to be trophies; markings that serves as a testament to how badass he was, & still is.

He was well aware of how extraordinary they all were & how much he paled in comparison; at times, it made him a little jealous...ok, maybe that term was a bit harsh, but he definitely felt a bit envious towards the fact that they all had something that set themselves apart from the rest of the world while he was just...there: a typical, stoner metalhead with a bad temper toward those that disrespected the people he cared about. As far as he was concerned, there wasn't anything that was really special about him. Then again, maybe there was one thing, though he doubt it counted.

For as long as he could remember, he could, to put it simply, see sounds. No, he wasn't on any drugs...not any hard ones, at least; to be fair, it wasn't like he saw the actual soundwaves traveling through the air in front of him.
It was kinda hard to explain, really...the best way he could put it is that whenever his ears caught wind of a certain noise, be it music or a person's voice, he could see a specific array of colors that he felt matched with it. It was a constant reoccurrence in his life; his first time having this experience being when he was a kid: he and his dad were relaxing in the freshly built treehouse; his dad brought out his old acoustic guitar, playing a couple of songs as they basked in the nostalgia of the atmosphere.