Larry sat in his room smoking with some rock/metal music playing. He laid back on his bed playing his guitar, some socks and shirts still on his bed from the pile of clothes that was pushed onto the floor cause he felt too lazy to fold them. Larry sat peacefully, yet stopped playing the guitar as he heard the front door open. Confused, he set the guitar down next to him. Nobody was supposed to be showing up? At least he thought. He stayed in his bed before he heard a voice on the other side of the door. "Uhm..Hi." the voice said as he yelled out.

"Who is it!?"

Larry asked, getting responded to with "Your mom told me you were my age-" As Larry heard that he didn't need anymore confirmation, He was low on friends anyway.. He turned the music down, sitting up.

"Oh, come in! It's a little messy."

Larry warned.