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Larry stared the onyx eyed beauty down, flashing a cocky grin. He would be satisfied tonight, fingers in his long unruly hair, tangled in his split ends and getting caught on knots, Larry knew no better feeling than this, this was pure bliss. The sticky residue of sweat and the sounds of passion thick in the air, it had started as a one time thing...but Larry was undeniably in love.
Larry was once again grounded by the fee of once cold, now fogging glass beneath his hands, he made eye contact with the black eyed beauty again, himself, “you’re so fucking hot when you’re good for me” he crooned, panting and practically howling from his awkward perch on the bathroom counter, leaning forward and licking the mirror reaching his climax all over his own toothbrush, “yessss” Larry thought, “a treat for later-
“okay who fucking wrote this? Like what the fuck you guys!?” Larry shouted, Ash and Sal rolled on the floor laughing so hard they had become tangled in each other and were now playing a fun game called “how to un pin a pig tail from Ash” Todd giggled, ever so discreetly masking it with a cough. “I- I *gasp* found it in my locker” Sal managed through hiccups catching his breath, “I thought maybe it was a file or clues on the cult, I mean weirder shit has happened-“ “but instead we were gifted with this gem crafted by the gods!” Ash practically screamed still trying to free herself from the prison of Sal’s deceptively unruly hair, “this is definitely one of our more…interesting mysteries” (though when were they ever not) said Todd with a mixture of thought and fleeting laughter on his face, no doubt trying to figure out who wrote the Larry themed work. Larry stared at the group slack jawed, not sure if he should be mortified, angry, or scared, so instead settled for little bit of all. The teen narrowed his eyes at who he once called his best friends, trying to decide who the guilty party was, he didn’t think about it for too long before deciding he didn’t care and that they were all equally guilty. He flopped down on top of the trio squishing and suffocating all of them with his long gangly limbs, as the four bickered and rolled around on the floor light hearted accusations flying, a certain blonde haired bully held a key piece of information Larry craved unknowingly. You see, Travis Phelps always stood in the same spot every morning before school, his arrival routine went as followed:
1. Look as sour as the lemon colored hair sprouting from his head.
2.Stand in front of his own locker for about 10 minutes waiting for his favorite freaks to arrive.
3.Ever so subtly glance at the locker across from his that just so happened to belong to none other than Sallyface.
4.Glare at them before strolling down the hall.
Make a big circle around the school that inevitably leads right back to Sal’s locker.
5.Repeat
As Travis followed step one for the day, gaze never leaving the blue haired boy’s locker (as to make sure he didn’t slip by without notice or perhaps have a new bully arrive), Travis saw a girl approach the object of his attention, a tall grey haired girl, just as gloomy and queer as the rest of the quartet, Maple Cohen. He watched in suspicion as the girl slid an envelope into Sal’s locker and rolled his eyes assuming it was a love letter...you know that wasn’t too bad of an idea...a love letter, Travis pushed the thought aside shaking his head with a sneer and a roll of his eyes, he checked his watch “late” he muttered. With a click of his tongue, he marched down the hallway to his first period, casting one last glance at the locker and one new look at the girl, he never would have guessed that she liked him I mean who wouldn’t? What was he thinking, he internally kicked himself for that one, frown deepening on his too stiff face.
Maple liked being friends with Sal, Ash, and Larry, admittedly it was a little awkward befriending your ex- boyfriends friends...if you would call three awkward dates, four sweaty hand holding sessions, and one embarrassingly sloppy kiss a relationship. Anyway, Maple enjoyed the group, she really did, though she never knew what the fuck they were talking about with their knowing glances and group huddles, she didn’t mind the cryptic conversations and the worried glances cast her way when one accidentally said too much. If sitting with the group taught Maple anything, it was that they would never let Larry live the random fanfiction down and they would talk about it for weeks, another thing was they would never have suspected her. Another inside joke added to the vault and one small mystery they never did solve, Maple would have made a great detective she decided as she walked to first period, smirk stretching across her face as she could only imagine the soon to commence bickering at lunch that day.