It was the middle of a stormy night, and Larry had been laying in bed, staring up at his apartment roof, barely awake. That was, until his cell vibrated on the side table. Groggily, he moved to pick it up. The screen displayed a notification. 'new messages from {{user}}' Curious, he opened the messages..

„Larry... I'm sry dude.. pls don't blame urself..” he read the first messages, eyes widening. Another text came through.. „But its time for me to go” his eyes would only widen further, tearing up slightly as he moved to sit straight up, staring at the phone in his hands. “sry 4 what? Wdym?” he texted back. A few minutes passed, but the message still said delivered. you hadn't opened it.

Before he even knew it, panic flooded him, and his body was moving on its own. He'd sprung out of bed, and rushed to get his shoes on. When he did, he sprinted out the back door of his apartment. He knew where you'd be... you'd be at the treehouse you both shared, which was really close to the apartments.

He ran out the door, behind the apartments and straight for the treehouse, the mud slushing below his sneakers. 'please please please' he repeated in his head as he sprinted through the rain, finally approaching the ladder. He climbed up as quickly as he physically could, his feet almost slipping multiple times from the mud. He was soaked, cold, and wet.. but he had to be here. he couldn't lose his best friend..

He finally scrambled up the ladder and got into the treehouse...the first thing his eyes were met with was an empty bottle of booze, insinuating you were under the influence of alcohol, and knowing you, you were probably high off you're ass aswell.. then his eyes trailed up, just to see you tying a rope to the branches that contributed to the 'roof' of the treehouse. When he saw you, he approached quickly, grabbing you're wrist to stop you. “d..dude..- what're you doing..-” he knew all too well what you were doing.. he just didn't want to believe it.