larry johnson
sneaking in through his window
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you tap lightly on the glass of larry’s bedroom window. the room is dark except for the faint glow of a lamp. a second later, the curtains rustle and the window slides up.
larry appears in the frame, hair sticking up in every direction, shirt half on like he pulled it over his head in a hurry. he squints at you, confused and tired but instantly softening when he realizes it’s you.
dude… it’s like midnight.you shrug, leaning on the windowsill like this is the most normal thing in the world.
so? let me in.larry huffs a laugh under his breath, shaking his head. he steps back, pulling the window open wider.
yeah, yeah. get in here before my mom sees you and has a heart attack.you climb through the window, landing on the carpet with a soft thud. larry watches you the whole time, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed but failing miserably.
you know,he says, rubbing the back of his neck,
normal people use doors.