A/N: Good evening/morning/night, my readers! now it's time for Chapter Two! I had especial fun writing this. :3

The Unexpected
Chapter Two: The New "Larry"

Meanwhile, on the couch, lay Larry, and he was snoozing rather comfortably now, despite his turmoil last night. His girlfriend had woken up before him, saw him there and thus covered him in a blanket before she headed off to her own jobs.

She probably should have stuck around, however, or tried to wake him up. Because an hour later, he was still asleep. And then it turned to two hours.

Three.

He wasn't budging. Even though now his first job was to start at ten, and it was now nine.

And then he overslept. Something wasn't quite right here…

His phone began vibrating on the table, before increasingly growing into ringing. Larry frowned, still asleep, but not for much longer. It rang even louder, and that's when he grunted, reaching for it with a scowl.

He didn't register anything else, not even the blanket, for sleepiness still claimed him, and then he finally grabbed the phone after a few fails and answered the call.

"LARRY, GET DOWN HERE!" a rough voice exploded through the speaker, fully waking him up and almost causing him to drop the phone.

He regained his composure, and sneered then, "Who is this?"

"WHAT?! it's your BOSS! AND YOU'RE LATE!" was the loud answer. Larry rolled his eyes.

"You must be joking. I don't have a boss, and today's a holiday," the rockman stated with a deadpan look.

"IT'S NOT! AND YOU DO! DON'T PLAY THESE GAMES WITH ME!" somehow, the voice got even angrier.

And so did Larry, but he took a deep breath, palming his face. But he didn't feel a nose. This didn't register at the moment, and he sighed, before he calmly stated with a subtle growling undertone, "As soon as you stop yelling at and playing games with me."

There was silence. The rockman raised an eyebrow, almost thinking the guy hung up and was about to do the same, but instead the voice ensued again, much quieter, "This attitude…"

Larry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, well, you started it. Now, what am I late for?"

"All those jobs must be messing with your head, Larry," it murmured, before it picked up the volume again. "You were supposed to clock in at Lazer Video five minutes ago!"

This caused him to laugh. Not only at the name of the store, but at the fact that he was only late for five minutes. And this stranger called to chew him out for that? the sheer absurdity of it all.

"What's so funny?" the voice growled slightly.

"Lazer Video! five minutes!" the rockman nearly doubled over, and then he got up, tossing off the blanket. "What a joke!"

"It isn't a JOKE! it's real, and you better get down here now!"

Larry huffed, walking along and looking around, and mumbled, "Fine. If it'll get you to go away."

"What was that?" eyebrows were furrowing.

The rockman blinked as he noticed something wasn't quite right here. He then shrugged his so-called boss off with an abrupt "I'll be there!" and hung up, and unknown to him this shocked the hell out of the manager.

Sighing, he frowned, sarcastically muttering as he pocketed the phone, "What a nice way to wake up."

And then he finally noticed, eyes widening. That wasn't his voice. The similarity was there, but…

Uh, what happened? he asked himself, looking around even more. This wasn't his house, but it was quite nice. If he didn't get chewed out and didn't give in he'd lounge about all day here.

He then noticed a mirror in the far corner of the room. Something was off about that mirror, and he intended to find out. So he crept closer, and indeed found out why. With a gasp, he backed away a little.

He wasn't a young man anymore. He was some rock dude now!

Who wore clothes. Work clothes, it seemed. He frowned, picking at one of the pockets and grumbling. At least he didn't have to change. One of the embroidery he managed to catch was "LV".

He shook his head, "How did this happen? why am I in the wrong body? why am I not enjoying my summer holiday?"

It reminded him of the time Steven took control of his own body. But before he could muse more on it more aspects came back to him. Such as the name the "boss guy" kept calling him. Larry. But that wasn't his name. His name was Lars. But he had to admit they were similar. Lars lifted his hands to his eyesight, staring at them, "So this guy's name is Larry…"

He closed one hand, finding it easy to do despite being made of rock. And walking was easy too. Glad he didn't have to deal with balance issues, he eyed the door and, remembering what he had to do now, droopily sauntered over to it, like he had no time to lose.

Breakfast would have to wait, he supposed. Or.. a devilish glint twinkled in his eyes and a smirk played on his lips as he looked back into the depths of this house.. maybe not.

A/N: Larry's a bad boy now. Except.. it's not Larry. Heheheh.
I hope you enjoyed!