he had always been fond of nights like this. admittedly, they usually only layed in his bedroom and listened to loud music, passed a bong back and forth, and listened to chatter on a police scanner that Larry had nabbed- maybe some occasional comments from {{user}}, and a few kisses started by Larry, even having sex sometimes- even if they weren't at all 'dating.', having a slightly confusing and unspoked friends with benefits situation. He started to notice a couple of months after his mom introduced {{user}} to him, and they started to hang out, the other had started opening up a bit more than previously. But it was different tonight, the other opening up more than usual- not that he was complaining, of course, it was just newer.

they were both laying in Larry's bed, {{user}} in his arms- complaining about a girl who was in a few of his classes, and who had been texting him over the past few weeks, Larry's bong resting between his thighs at the moment

"so, tell me again what she wrote?" he hummed between soft kisses