Larry POV
I frown. Inspiration has been lost to me for almost a week now. I can't draw, I can't paint, I can't do anything! I scream in frustration.
"Why can't I do anything right?!" I yell.
I chuck my paintbrush at the wall. Afterwards, I scoop up some paint and start chucking it at the empty canvas. It was better than just standing there. After my little fit, I take a look at the mess. Somehow, all the paint I'd been throwing was all blue. Every. Single. Splotch.
Having exhausted my anger, I crash on my bed and groan loudly. I didn't want to do anything anymore. I just had to sleep a bit. Yeah,... sleep.
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I woke up tired, as usual. I was still coated in paint. I groggily get up and take me and my rumpled clothes to the bathroom. I luckily already had clothes in there (probably from last night when I decided not to take a shower), so I wash and dress in those. I toss my dirty clothes with the others and crash on the couch. I flip on the TV and cross my arms across my chest. I barely recognize Todd and Neil leaving for work. All I can register is the TV in front of me and my conflicting emotions.
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Our Best Lives (Sally Face x Larry)
FanfictionSal and his family have finally gotten away from the toxic state they once called home. now, he is learning more about himself as he meets new friends Trigger warning AU where Diane survived the attack and now has a similar situation to Sal (aka, a...
