Sitting in his room smoking with rock music going, He laid back on his bed playing his guitar while a pile of clothes was pushed onto the floor cause he felt to 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. Nobody was supposed to be showing up? 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 turned off the music, sitting up.

"Oh, Say less dude, come on in!"