too late to go to the kitchen to make something, and too early to eat breakfast.
he's been staring idly at the roof for a while now, high off his mind and unable to break away from his thoughts. You were also in the room with him, sitting on the edge of the bed while mumbling something under your breath.
he finally turned his head to look at you, hunched over whilst staring at the lit smoke in your hand. He shifted in his position to face you, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he did so.
"... you hungry?" his voice was monotone and only loud enough for you to hear.
"I'm feeling... Mcdonalds." a sly grin grew on his face as he sat up, ruffling your hair with a hand.
"c'mon dude, I'll drive." he nudges you as he stands up. he grabbed his coat that sat on the edge of his canvas stand, putting it on and jingling his mum's car keys.
there you were, poor you, sat in the passenger seat, grasping onto the arm rests for dear life. Larry was such a reckless driver, he almost got you two in a car crash 3 times in the span of 15 minutes. He however did not look so affected, probably because he was higher than the moon right now. thankfully, you made it to Mcdonalds without having a heart attack or dying because of Larry's shitty driving skills.
he opened your door for you, a smirk plastered on his face as he did so. That cheeky bastard... "c'mon, we're here."