Super Glue And Glass Shards (Sally Face x Larry)

New Beginnings pt. 2

Sal POV

"I can't talk about that," the cop replies.

I walk away. Murder was still on my mind when I knocked on 101. Then I wrinkle what was left of my nose. A sickly looking woman opened the door. She looked disgusting.

"Yeah, what do you want?" the woman demands. "A little early for trick or treating, isn't it?"

I stay silent, staring at her in awe. How could a woman so ancient and so sickly be alive?

"Errr," The woman says. Then she slams the door. "Stupid good for nothing kids!"

I get back into the elevator. I see one more floor, a basement level. I need a key card to get down there. I realize Lisa'll have one. I go back to the third floor. Lisa was still mopping. I walk up to her.

"Hey, Lisa," I say.

"Hey, Sal. What's up?" she asks.

I knew I shouldn't outright say it, so I decide to do an indirect question. "Is there anything to do for fun around here?" should suffice.

"You know what," Lisa says thoughtfully after I ask that. "I have a son around your age. I think you two would get along great! He's downstairs in our apartment, you should go introduce yourself!"

"Sure, I'll go say hi," I say. Key card, key card, key card I beg silently.

"Great! His name is Larry, he'll be in the basement, tell him I sent you down," Lisa continues. "You'll need a key card to access it from the elevator, though. Here, take this one. I've got a few extras." she hands me one.

"Cool, thanks," I say calmly, although I'm celebrating in my head.

I head back to the elevator, insert the key card and end up in the basement. I debate going to talk to this Larry kid, and decide I might as well. I go to the only door visible. It was unlocked, so I enter cautiously. No one was in the first room so I walk over to the two doors. One had a "Keep Out" sign on it, so I took this to be Larry's. I knock.

"Yeah?" a voice yells. It was more or less similar to mine: a guy going through puberty.

"Hey, uh, Larry?" I begin, feeling nervous for some reason. "Your mom  said I should come say hi. I just moved into 402," God, I was getting tired of saying that.

"Oh, hey, come on in. Door's open."

I hoped this guy was nothing like Charley and enter. Paintings and rock band posters plastered the walls. An overwhelming smell of paint, B.O., beer and cigarette smoke greeted me. I wrinkle what was left of my nose and venture deeper into the room. I see Larry. He was tall and lanky with sharp features. His eyes were a chocolate brown and his skin was a light caramel color. He had a mole on his high cheek bones and a long nose. He wore a rumpled band t-shirt and ripped jeans.

"Whoa, nice mask," Larry comments.

"It's a prosthetic," I say.

"Oh, shit. Sorry man," Larry states.

"It's cool," I reply. "I'm used to much worse by now. So, I'm glad you like it."