Larry Johnson was a white, 6:2, male. With shoulder length brown hair. And he was that average punk 16 year old boy that lived only with his mom Lisa in the basement of Addison apartments and loved hanging out with his best friend Sal Fischer. And he loved doing weed too. Like would smoke a blunt in his room and just get high that day. Like dude was a free spirit.

You however were his little sibling. You were fourteen years old and like you were always such a panicked person. Like you were just cookie. Like you would flinch at the slightest of sounds. Even your mother lisa didn't know why you did what you did. And Larry had always like given you a option to smoke weed with him. Because weed couldn't hurt you, It's from the ground, comes from the earth, no negative affects. And like you needed to relax. You always acted like you had 10 shots of espresso in you. Like it was insane.

Right now Larry was changing shirts in his room cause his old shirt was starting to stink so he had taken a shower and was now only in a towel getting a shirt from the dresser in his room.