Larry X Mr Small Novels & Stories

"Oh, yeah? You are all insecure because you may have the money, but you don't have the brain. You bully kids that are better that are better than you, because you envy them! You want to destroy them so no one will be better than you are!" Xavier obviously got offended by Larry's words. It was true, Xavier may be the son of a lawyer, but he doesn't have the brains. He can barely keep his grade on a D-negative. Landon on the other hand, he doesn't even need to exert so much effort. He was born smart. Robert watched as Larry Higgins stumble in front of the people of Sunnyville. He is the town's shoeshiner. Even he calls for Larry's service from time to time. Sometimes, Larry would fix their sin

He mumbled, "I'm done for… I'm dead meat…" Larry snorted and gestured to the men behind him. "Alright, fellas. It looks like Mr. Roland's show has come to an end. Since he's not getting any money from the bank, we'll do things our way!"

Harry grunted. Denver winced. He inched closer to Harry and sniffed his shirt. Ouchh. He smelt like sex! Shifting his gaze to look into Harry’s face, Denver curled his lips into a devious smirk. “Sorry man… for interrupting your enjoyment. But I think you really need a break from all this drilling. Let the pussies rest.” With a wave of the hand, he signaled a server to bring him his special to his room and proceeded to walk up to the private room alongside Harry.

I slipped the cash in the counter and the sound of notes going in and out was enough to calm me. "I'm still wondering when I'd ever get to see your face Glam." He smiled up at me, his smile was adorable enough to make me almost kiss his cheeks. Larry was a tall lad with a muscular build topped with amazing hair and the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in a man. Never had a black man looked so yummy to me, or I just wasn't looking at them with the same emotions involved when I admired Larry. "All in good time. 34700." I said to him.

When the waiters brought out buckets of instant noodles, the entire room fell silent. Every guest froze. Then, the whispers started. Their expressions turned strange, eyes full of disdain. My mother-in-law, Nancy Tucker, looked like she had just swallowed poison. As for me, I acted like nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and cheerfully waved to everyone to start eating. "What are you all waiting for? Go on, eat. Don't tell me none of these flavors suit your taste," I said.

Her eyes dart toward me, then to the man sitting beside her. “Charlotte,” she says quickly, standing to hug me. “You came.” “Of course,” I murmur, glancing at the stranger across the table. “You didn’t say we were expecting company.” He stands, offering a polite smile. He’s tall, early thirties, maybe, dressed in a dark jacket and crisp white shirt. There’s something oddly familiar about his eyes, a quiet, assessing kind of calm that feels too practiced. “Hi, Charlotte,” he says. “I’m Larry."

And deep down, under the sarcasm and stress and exhaustion… a tiny part of me wasn’t laughing anymore. ——————- Larry’s POV Meanwhile, in the back office… Larry sat hunched over his desk, swirling whiskey in a chipped mug. His temple throbbed where the can had hit. “That little brat,” he muttered. His office smelled like cheap cologne, expired air freshener, and defeat. He winced and groaned as he gently pressed the peas to his head. “Damn, that girl broke my face.” “She’s hiding something,” he whispered, narrowing his eyes. “No way that kind of strength’s natural.”

“Look I know you missed him. But he’s there for your future. Now, while you’re here with me, I suggest we have a nice meal then later go buy more baby toys for Arthur.” “Ugh...okay, but only because I need to eat.” The nearby shopping mall didn’t have many visitors on a work day. Yeah, Larry decided he’d skip work seeing I was going mad without Perry in the house. It was dedication, knowing how much the crazy man works everyday. I still think it was because of Gemma that he worked himself to the ground though he wouldn’t acknowledge it. Which I think was stupid, but Larry had been so nice that I didn’t dare to remind him so. At least not yet.

As if-- "Mallory? May I have a word with you?" I shiver. I even freeze. The awful voice of Larry snakes around my ears, making the hairs of my back stand on ends. I slowly turn around to see him in yet another hideous floral-printed short-sleeved shirt, tucked under an even more awful pair of what seems to be hipster jeans. "Sure," I only whisper and follow him to his office. "Mallory, I need to apologize for my behaviour," Larry murmurs with head slightly bowed down so he doesn't face me, yet I notice the almost healed bruise on his left cheek. A mark left from his own son.

Larry took out another cigar and threw it on the table in front of Harvey as a form of goodwill. Harvey smiled, but did not pick up the cigar. He calmly asked, “Let me ask you something. If the same thing happened to you, would you agree to these conditions?” “I won’t.” “Because you and I are not even comparable.” Larry frowned. He was discontent. “Young man, you should know that a pheasant and a phoenix are two different beings even if they look similar!” The followers that came with Larry chuckled coldly. ‘Where did this man come from? Does he think that he’s a big character because he trampled on Faye and Fred?’