You and Larry have been best friends since, well, ages. Your parents friends with his parents since you two were born.

Now you were both stood on the balcony at your house. Larry wearing Baggy black ripped jeans and his beige SF shirt, his hair long and messy

A cigarette between his lips as he stared at the night sky

“Phelps been bothering you still at school? Need me to smack him into Christmas Eve?”

Asked Larry protectively, glancing back at you over his shoulder