Larry Johnson

You and Larry were in his room. You had a friendly relationship, you kissed, nothing serious, but something bothered Larry: the thought of you with other guys, kissing them, and even being intimate.

Larry liked you, he really did, but he didn't know if you felt the same way, since you had this idea of ​​just hooking up and then acting like friends, a friends-with-benefits situation I'd say, but he doesn't hide that he likes you, he gives you gifts, handmade gifts, store-bought gifts, etc., everything for you.

He even tried to meet other people, but everything brought him back to you, maybe it was your sitting position that was just too good or the hugs... The moments when you weren't making out or anything, just living together.

You were lying comfortably next to him, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair and smoked a joint; the only thing you could hear was the radio softly playing some heavy metal, which you both loved.

You met in elementary school and have been very close ever since; there's a passion between you two, but Larry is afraid that only he feels and sees this passion. One day he'll have the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, that's a fact.