Sal could almost laugh. "You're a fucking idiot!"
They stood in the empty parking lot, the old Cadillac predictably no where to be seen. Larry should have known that leaving his car unlocked with the keys in the ignition in the middle of their not-so-nice town wouldn't be a good idea. Cars get broken into all the time when they're locked, here, so this was just begging for it. That didn't mean it wasn't weird, maybe it was just Sal's current paranoia, but he couldn't help but think that this wasn't just because Larry was stupid.
"Oh god, mom's gonna kill me." The older grabbed at his hair, closing his eyes tightly before opening them as if the car would just appear in front of him. "I'm dead, I'm so dead." He spun around, looking off into the darkness of the night, no cars were on the road, that had to be really weird, right? It wasn't even 10 yet.
"No, your not, your mom's not gonna kill you." Sal walked over to place a not at all comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. One strap held the broken prosthetic to his mangled face, the bottom hanging uselessly on his shoulder, they'd have to fix it soon but for now it would have to be used like this.
"What do you mean? Of course she is!" Shadows fell dramatically on the boy's face and Sal couldn't help the thought of how attractive it made him look, but he shook the thought away. That was weird, surely. Well, only if he called it weird, there was nothing weird about finding your best friend attractive, right?
"She's not, because she's not going to find out." Sal rolled his eyes as if it was obvious, retracting his hand to rub his own arms, the chill of the night starting to break through the summer humidity.
"How's she not going to find out? Sal, the car is GONE!" The brunette threw his arms out as he shouted, getting a distant bark in reply, to which Sal flinched and Larry dropped his arms worriedly.
The bluenette shook off the fear, over dramatically sighing and letting his head fall back. "Because we're gonna find the stupid thing, you buffoon!" His footsteps echoed the empty area as he made his way back to the building, Larry being quick to follow.
"How exactly do you plan on finding it? There are at least 5 of the same model car around here and any smart person would be changing the plates." Sal felt the weight of the other's arm around his shoulder and could practically feel the other's stress radiating off of him. What would he tell Larry? 'Hey, I kinda charmed your car three months ago so I could find it because I knew you'd be stupid enough to lose it.' Nope, defiantly not.
"Well, first, I haven't keyed our names into every Cadillac in town. Second, I'm gonna find it because I'm determined, that's all I need." As soon as the apartment's front door was open, the two were blasted with air from the air conditioning, which smelt like death as always, but that was a scent the two were used to.
"Wait, you fucking keyed my baby?" A snort sounding noise from Sal, drowning out the noise of the elevator door's ding, and the shorter was more or less chocking on air as they entered the lift.
"Don't you dare call your car your baby again or I swear to the gods I'll go out and crash it." He was leaning against the wall when he spoke, Larry in a fit of laughter a foot away. They had to collect themselves as the lift dinged again, arriving at the fourth floor.
Of course Henry wasn't home when they strolled in, but a mess remained in his absence. A few dirty dishes in the sink and empty beer cans, crushed and seeming to have been flung in the general direction on the trash can, which resulted in crushed cans no where near the bin. Neither batted an eye at the mess, nor did they jump when an orange ball of fluff and fat jumped out to yowl at Larry as they passed on the way to Sal's room.
Stepping through the door way was like entering Narnia, as the bedroom was so drastically different than the rest of the apartment. For one, it smelt better, like flowers and dust, instead of beer and kitty litter. The walls were also a darker shade, despite Addison not allowing them to paint the walls anything other than the original colour. The bed was piled high with fluffy blankets and pillows, it was unmade but it looked better that way. Above the bed hung a few different dream catchers, some better than others, all made by Larry. A shelf held many jars and containers of dried herbs or other weird things, as well as skulls and such of various animals, which Larry avoided looking at. Everywhere a plant could be crammed, there was one, flowers to vines to cacti, anything he could keep alive in there. To contrast everything, there were band posters plastered all over, one wall being so covered in posters and magazine covers and print outs and polaroids that you almost couldn't see the bare wall. Sal had really made the room his own in the years since he'd moved in.
As always, Larry's eyes were drawn to the dark chest in the corner, covered by a cloth. Every time he came into the room, he tried to get Sal to open it for him. Sal, of course, never would. It held his more authentic witch-y stuff, the real spell casting business that he probably couldn't get away with just owning. It had a lock on it and Larry would always search around for the key, of course not realizing that it was opened with a spell and not a traditional key. "You gonna show me what's in it this time?"
Sal completely ignored his friend's question, as always. "We should get some rest before we tire ourselves out looking for that car." Sal said, stretching as if tired, even though his adrenaline was still pumping and paranoia too much for him to sleep at the moment. He really just need Larry distracted while he figured out where the car was.
Larry, being the constantly tired teenager he was, instantly flopped into the mountain of blankets that made up his friend's bed. He sighed in content with his face pressed into a soft feather pillow. "I hate your room but I fucking love your bed."
"That sounds pretty provocative, Larry." He skimmed through the items on his shelves, he'd never been good at organizing his things.
"Beds aren't just for sex." Sal just laughed, grabbing a small box from the bottom shelf. He pulled a small, flat stone from the box, rubbing his thumb over the smooth top of it before hopping over to the chest, which made Larry perk up. "You opening it?"
"Nope." He placed the stone on top of the chest, putting a random flower next to it and simply closing his eyes. He could tell Larry was staring at him, probably fairly confused, but he ignored it. He stayed like that for about a minute before standing abruptly. "C'mon, let's go!"
"Wait, what? What were you just doing?" Larry hesitantly stood, fairly confused.
"Nothing, we're gonna go get your car, hurry up!" He grabbed Larry's wrist, attempting to pull him out. Technically, he wasn't strong enough to do this, but Larry just let himself be dragged out. Sal knew exactly where the car was, but was willing to bet it wouldn't be there if they didn't hurry, considering they had to walk. He also couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just some stranger that took the car.