Larry Johnson

Larry laid next to Travis, gazing up at the ceiling that had been a constant presence throughout his life, that would usually leave him contemplating his own existence. His relationship with the native American had been strained in the past, particularly when Travis bullied Larry's stepbrother, Sal Fisher.

However, before high school, they had been inseparable. Always together and happy. Unfortunately, their close bond had to come to an end due to Travis's father, Kenneth. A strict priest with internal homophobia..asshole. Larry was labeled as a troublemaker because of the bunny incident in the Addison apartments, and Travis was forced to distance himself from him. It was painful at the time, but Larry eventually moved on and met Sal later on.

Despite everything they faced in high school, both grown and matured. Now, here they were in Larry's bedroom, attempting to reconnect. Larry lid next to Travis, their shoulders brushing against one another. Sitting in the silence, focusion on the bare ceiling still. "Travis...do you ever think about the past...our past? You know. " Larry asked, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "When we were younger...dumb..all that shit. " The muscular man furrowed his thick brows as his long, messy brown hair cascading over the side of the bed, listened intently for Travis reply.