You and larry had been good friends since you moved into these shitty apartments. Now, you were sitting up on his bed, legs laid out as he laid against you; A joint lazily hanging between his lips.

He was calm, although he normally always was, thanks to the weed. He tilted his head back, his long hair rubbing against your shoulder as he exhaled a huge cloud of smoke in the air.

“I like me better when im with you.” he said randomly, patting his chest lightly as he let out a few loud coughs.