A/N: I've changed the direction I was planning on ending the Larry/Veruca
episode. Well, it's more of just Larry. Veruca's just kinda in there and
such. I'm not sure how well the direction I'm going in is going to work
out, but yeah. This is going to be a challenge because I've never witnessed
anything like this. Which I'm so completely grateful for. Yeah.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: Ah, Fruit Cup Savior. It is possibly my greatest fic creation.
Dancer chick1: Yeah, I left a few little clues for everyone, like the 'ever' part. And a couple other things. It's one of my favorite subjects. That's sounds really awkward and weird but it's sadly true.
Chapter 4: Getting It Out
~Larry~
I was walking into school Monday morning. It was like any other Monday. To sum it up: gloomy. So, I didn't feel any extra apprehension that day. I probably should have, but I was okay. Veruca finally knew, I had someone to talk to.
"Larry! Hi..." Veruca bit her lip and trailed off.
"What's up?"
"You're earlier than I expected."
"Veruca, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Say, let's go outside. A walk, maybe?" Veruca looked really hopeful.
"No. I have to go to my locker and talk to Mr. Lanson."
"Locker? No. No need for the locker. I'll walk with you, then." She pulled my arm and started swaying me in the direction of Mr. Lanson's class. Away from my locker.
"But, I have to get something for Mr. Lanson." I replied, pulling her arm and steering back towards the direction of my locker.
"Can't you just wait until lunch or tomorrow?"
"Why can't I go to my locker?"
"No reason. None at all." She bit her lip even more now.
"Why are you lying to me? Forget it. I'm going to my locker and don't stop me." I turned back and started towards my locker.
"Larry! No-" I didn't turn around. She seemed to really want to tell me something, but she wasn't saying it. I probably should have turned around.
I went around the corner and saw a small crowd in front of the panel of lockers in which mine was one of. I kept walking towards it, planning on breaking up the group.
I reached the panel and pushed through a few people, but couldn't get through all the way. I saw a janitor and a lot of cleaning solution. And I saw one of the deans come up. "Alright, students, please get to your lockers, get to class. There's nothing to see here."
Everyone started backing away, but I remained. I still needed to get to my locker and I needed to see what all the commotion was about. Once everyone was dispersed, I looked over to my locker. "FAG" was written in black spray paint.
//\//\//\//\//\//\//\//\
I jolted up under my sheets and looked around. I was in my room. It was still night. I pushed my hair back and sighed. I have a feeling that that dream isn't the only dream I'll be having of that nature.
~Veruca~
"How'd it go?" Lara eagerly asked me the next day.
"What?" I ask, pretending to be confused.
"You didn't tell him?"
"Larry?" She nods, furiously. "No."
"You're lying! You totally told him." She can always do that. Tell when I'm lying. "What happened?"
"Nothing." I reply nonchalantly.
"Veruca, what happened? Come on, was it really that bad?"
"No, it wasn't. It actually turned out okay."
She grinned. "Does that mean? I mean, are you two, you know?"
"No." I shake my head.
"Why not?"
"I think that's something you should ask Larry about."
"Ask me about what?" Larry came into the room.
I looked at him and then at Laura. "Nothing."
"Okay." He responded.
"I'm going to go the bathroom." I said, exiting.
~No POV~
"Larry, what happened between you and Veruca? She won't tell me!" Laura immediately divulged as soon as Veruca left.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what does she know? Gosh, sometimes you two are so clueless."
"You really want to know?"
"YES! Tell me, please?"
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to swear to not freak on me."
"Larry, come on. Whatever, it is, just tell me."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't. Now, spill."
"Laura, I'm gay."
Laura's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" She whispered.
"Yeah."
She sat there for a few moments. Occasionally looking at Larry, but mostly staring at a wall. She slightly nodded and said, "Okay," like it was nothing.
Larry smiled. "Okay."
A/N: I only wish it was going to stay this way. Tear.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: Ah, Fruit Cup Savior. It is possibly my greatest fic creation.
Dancer chick1: Yeah, I left a few little clues for everyone, like the 'ever' part. And a couple other things. It's one of my favorite subjects. That's sounds really awkward and weird but it's sadly true.
Chapter 4: Getting It Out
~Larry~
I was walking into school Monday morning. It was like any other Monday. To sum it up: gloomy. So, I didn't feel any extra apprehension that day. I probably should have, but I was okay. Veruca finally knew, I had someone to talk to.
"Larry! Hi..." Veruca bit her lip and trailed off.
"What's up?"
"You're earlier than I expected."
"Veruca, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing. Say, let's go outside. A walk, maybe?" Veruca looked really hopeful.
"No. I have to go to my locker and talk to Mr. Lanson."
"Locker? No. No need for the locker. I'll walk with you, then." She pulled my arm and started swaying me in the direction of Mr. Lanson's class. Away from my locker.
"But, I have to get something for Mr. Lanson." I replied, pulling her arm and steering back towards the direction of my locker.
"Can't you just wait until lunch or tomorrow?"
"Why can't I go to my locker?"
"No reason. None at all." She bit her lip even more now.
"Why are you lying to me? Forget it. I'm going to my locker and don't stop me." I turned back and started towards my locker.
"Larry! No-" I didn't turn around. She seemed to really want to tell me something, but she wasn't saying it. I probably should have turned around.
I went around the corner and saw a small crowd in front of the panel of lockers in which mine was one of. I kept walking towards it, planning on breaking up the group.
I reached the panel and pushed through a few people, but couldn't get through all the way. I saw a janitor and a lot of cleaning solution. And I saw one of the deans come up. "Alright, students, please get to your lockers, get to class. There's nothing to see here."
Everyone started backing away, but I remained. I still needed to get to my locker and I needed to see what all the commotion was about. Once everyone was dispersed, I looked over to my locker. "FAG" was written in black spray paint.
//\//\//\//\//\//\//\//\
I jolted up under my sheets and looked around. I was in my room. It was still night. I pushed my hair back and sighed. I have a feeling that that dream isn't the only dream I'll be having of that nature.
~Veruca~
"How'd it go?" Lara eagerly asked me the next day.
"What?" I ask, pretending to be confused.
"You didn't tell him?"
"Larry?" She nods, furiously. "No."
"You're lying! You totally told him." She can always do that. Tell when I'm lying. "What happened?"
"Nothing." I reply nonchalantly.
"Veruca, what happened? Come on, was it really that bad?"
"No, it wasn't. It actually turned out okay."
She grinned. "Does that mean? I mean, are you two, you know?"
"No." I shake my head.
"Why not?"
"I think that's something you should ask Larry about."
"Ask me about what?" Larry came into the room.
I looked at him and then at Laura. "Nothing."
"Okay." He responded.
"I'm going to go the bathroom." I said, exiting.
~No POV~
"Larry, what happened between you and Veruca? She won't tell me!" Laura immediately divulged as soon as Veruca left.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what does she know? Gosh, sometimes you two are so clueless."
"You really want to know?"
"YES! Tell me, please?"
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to swear to not freak on me."
"Larry, come on. Whatever, it is, just tell me."
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
"I won't. Now, spill."
"Laura, I'm gay."
Laura's eyes widened. "Are you serious?" She whispered.
"Yeah."
She sat there for a few moments. Occasionally looking at Larry, but mostly staring at a wall. She slightly nodded and said, "Okay," like it was nothing.
Larry smiled. "Okay."
A/N: I only wish it was going to stay this way. Tear.
