You You You Larry Novels & Stories

Grace asked. "I dare not."Larry replied. "Of course,you dare not. Else I'm just gonna beat you up."Garry smiled. "And you think I'm still that little boy?"Larry scoffed. "And don't you think it's time you get those eyes lens off from your eyes."he added. "Yeah. I really miss my brown eyes. Somehow,it gives me this...you know,it makes me stands out."Garry let's out a smile. "Keep deceiving yourself."Larry scoffed.

He darts his eyes between both of us until it finally stops in front of me like he is secretly asking me for help. I step forward, frowning. "Listen, Caroline. It's fine, it doesn't matter. I'm sure he's got his reasons." She turns to me and rolls her eyes like she is exasperated from asking the same questions again and again. “It's not fine, Larry. He's a little kid and little kids wanna eat cookies and drink milk and do…things." "I know," I say and swallow. "But he doesn't." Little Larry shakes his head. "I wanna eat the kind of cookies Tiffany used to bake for me!"

" Larry opened the door slowly , and walked to his father's bedpost. Mister Larson tilted his head ,to look at Larry . "Here you are ,ungrateful son!" , Mister Larson said to Larry. " Hey dad, i'm glad to see that you're still that moody old man . Haha. How are you? " Larry asked , with a smile. "Just..rose up from the dead...how do you think i feel, huh? " "Please dad , stop with your sarcasm. I don't want to quarrel with you. " Mister Larson scowled at him ,then asked :

“I appreciate your honesty, but I don’t need you constantly questioning my decisions.” Larry hesitated, his eyes filled with a mix of hesitation and determination. “I understand, sir,” he replied. “But there’s something else I need to address. Please, hear me out, even if you might be upset.” Ryan rolled his eyes, his irritation mounting. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Spit it out. What else do you have to say that’s going to rile me up further?”

“I–I uh–I came to deliver this,“ I show them the package, hoping it will redeem me of the impending torture. “Larry doesn't eat pizzas made by locals. Try a better lie next time,“ Lucas scoffs. I'm not surprised he's the only one doing the talk. It's always like that when he's with his brothers. They let him take control. “No, I mean it. Here, I was given the address,“ I hand him the paper. His eyes glint with confusion as he looks at it. “Who the fuck do you think you trying to mess with?“ He growls, then his gaze averts over my shoulder, “Did you place an order?“ “Do I suddenly have wings?“ Larry's voice resounds behind me, “Of course, I didn't. Gross,“

She asked back. L scoffed. “FYR, I wasn’t annoying you these past few days, Karate Kid.” He mused. Patrice shook her head. But come to think of it, L has been really different these past few days. So, yeah. Maybe she is giving him a yes now. “Make it fast.” She said as she walked on before she paused. “It’s FYI not FYR.” She shot. L smiled. “I know that. I was just testing your knowledge.” He replied.

AVA Fridays at WAM weren’t exactly chill, especially not after a leaderboard update. The marketing floor still buzzed with low conversations and side glances at the digital dashboard across the room—Luke’s name still shining at the top, same as yesterday. It wasn’t anything new, but it still hit Ava a little different this time. She hadn’t come this far to play second fiddle, especially not to some guy who seemed to float through the office like he didn’t need to try.

He knew what they were. Larry smiled as he delivered Stanley’s final words to Larry with a flourish. “Leave the bitch, Howard. Leave the bitch and never look back.”

"But that's what I like the most about you " "Shut it." Lana rolls her eyes. "His name is Larry. Such a common name for a cute face. But he thinks it puts a rhyme to both our names, 'Larry and Lana'. I laughed out loud when he say that. Oh, and that's another thing. He makes me laugh so loud. He's not really funny but he says the most weird things at the most random times. Like yesterday, we were eating burgers and he asked me, 'where do you think all the poop that we poop goes?' And I said, 'I don't know'. And he said, 'It all gets dumped in Trump's fat body because he's a shìtty person with a shìtty heart.' See, that's not funny but I burst out laughing. I can't remember the last time I la

Sally and I headed towards the sushi shop just down from work and from the bar where Blake worked. "Ana! Ana!" I heard, I turned around swiftly because I didn't recognise the voice, I look back at Sally "oh my shit, it's Blake" Sally walks way laughing with her arms waving in the air and as she does my heart drops in to my stomach. "Oh, hi Blake" I sheepishly say. Blake tells me how Phil the almighty match-maker text him and told him I was looking for a slice of heaven, and asked him if he could provide it? I laughed so loud I snorted and died a little on the inside from embarrassment.