(Hello everyone!!!! Yes I've been gone for sooooooooo long. My bad !!!!! But heyo, I'm back and summer is coming up so get ready!!! Hope y'all enjoyed the bomb and the leaks :))). Now this one takes place after Lars goes to space, assuming he is still alive. Hope you enjoy!! Also, song is I've Got An Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth by Fall Out Boy)

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"(Y/n)?! H-hey um.....I...need you to come over...."
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"(Y/n) please! I-I need you!"
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"I'm so scared....please."
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It's midnight on Friday and Lars will not stop with the calls. It has been a few weeks since the whole, gem incident, and Lars has been very clingy since he got back. I would normally have no problem with Lars being clingy and a tad loving, except, before he was taken, he didn't give a rats ass about me. He would always treat me like shit. Every time he saw me, he would:
a) blow me off
b) flip me off
c) push me
d) push me onto the ground
e) swear and yell
and the list goes on. And on. And on. The tormenting would never stop. I swear to god, if he calls again I'm going to yell.

BRINGGGGGGGGG

Speak of the devil....

"What the fuck do you want?!" I spat bitterly.
"(Y/n)! I-I'm so glad you picked up....please come over.... I-I... had a nightmare...." I heard a sniffle on the other end, along with a small voice crack. "Why me?! Why not Sadie, or Steven, or Buck cause you love them sooooooo much!" I didn't always hate Lars. We used to be very good friends. But one day he just...changed. He never talked to me, he never even looked at me, unless he was doing something asshole-y. He would always blow me off for Sadie, or Steven, but mostly the cool kids. I'm not one of the cool kids, so of course, he ditched me.
"B-because....forget it....I knew y-you wouldn't come over...."
I felt a tinge of guilt, and I couldn't help but soften a tiny bit. "So....what was your nightmare about?" I say. Let's just hear him out. If he wants to get in my pants, I'll hang up.
"T-the gems that took me....Homeworld...I think that's what it was called..."
I inhaled sharply. 'Shit, this is serious.' "I'm coming over I'll see you in....5."
"It's a 20 minute walk!"
"I'll run really fast."
And so, I was off. I don't know what it was, but I was feeling, nice. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation talking or the past...cough...feelings...I had for Lars, but whatever it was, it was STRONG. Curse you weird feelings! I ran through the streets of Beach City, only falling on my ass and scraping my elbow twice. By the time I got to Lars' house I had blood all over my arm and I was so out of breath. Not wanting to wake up Lars' parents, I used my skills to climb up to his window. "Lars! Come on, Lars!" It was a few seconds before Lars's opened his window violently, almost making me lose balance and fall. Almost. "(Y/n)!" He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me in. I got a good look at his face in the pale moonlight. His hair was even messier them usual, his eyes where so puffy they didn't even look like his, not to mention Lars did not have a shirt on. "So....I'm here." I awkwardly shrugged. "H-hey...." He sniffled and looked away from me, looking down at his hand. "Where did this blood..." Lars looked up at my arm and noticed all the blood on it, mostly dried though. "What happened!?" I rubbed my fresh cut. "I tripped on the way here...." I laughed, trying to clear the air of any awkwardness. "But I'm fine. I'm here for you...so wha-" Before I could finish, Lars pulled me into a hug and started sobbing. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged back. "I-I...I thought they were going to take me a-again..." I rubbed his back gently, ignoring the thoughts going off in my head. "Shhh it's okay. You don't have to tell me." I tried my best to soothe him, seeing as I haven't had a real conversation with him in 5 years. I felt him hug me tighter as his tears soaked into my shoulder. "Hey...don't worry. You're fine...." I sat him down on his bed, petting his hair lightly. "H-hey...can you sing for me? I-I....just remember you always would sing for me when we were k-kids and....nevermind." I chuckle at Lars' attempt to be somewhat sweet.
"Yeah....sure...." I cleared my throat and scooted away from Lars as he laid down.
"Joke me something awful just like kisses on the necks of "best friends"
We're the kids who feel like dead ends."

I look down at him, making eye contact. And for the first time in months, maybe even years, he smiled at me. He laid on his back, relaxing.

"And I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses
I took a shot and didn't even come close"

I looked down, and without thinking, placed my hand on his. Surprisingly, he didn't pull away and start yelling at me. He sat up again, the only light in the room being the moon. His puffy eyes were now normal, and his hair wasn't as messy, somehow. 

"At trust and love and hope
And the poets are just kids who didn't make it
And never had it at all."

He scooted closer to me, looking into my eyes, then looking away almost instantly. It may be dark in his room, but I would be lying if I said I didn't see the blush on his cheeks.

"And the record won't stop skipping
And the lies just won't stop slipping
And besides my reputation's on the line."

We made eye contact again, and this time he didn't look away. He leaned forward, eyes half lidded. Holy shit this is actually going to happen. Just, breathe and don't fuck up, don't fuck up.

"We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead
From comparing myself to everyone else around me."

I finished my song and took one last breath and closed my eyes. "Agh I hate you!" I was pushed away and my eyes snapped open. "What?" I growled. "What's your problem...You're like, in love with me!" Lars yelled, getting up out of his bed. "Excuse me?! I'm not the one who called me in the middle of the night, sobbing, asking for you to come over!" I stood up and walked towards Lars, backing him into a wall. "I knew I shouldn't have come over! What's your problem!?" I backed up and walked towards the window. "Next time just call one of your better friends....why did you even call me up...." I grumbled and got halfway out the window, about to jump out and safely land. "Because I'm in love with you!" I froze in place. "You're what?" My stomach does a flip, but my mind tells me to leave. "I-I'm....in love with you. I called you b-because I needed you to help me. You understand me like no one else does..." Lars kicked a...ball of trash? And avoided my stare. I march over to him, fists balled, my stare fixed on the asshole in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, slamming my lips onto his. It took him a few seconds to react, but his hands went straight to my hair. I bit his lip, making it bleed slightly. He let out a small groan, he couldn't keep up with how fast I was going. Perfect. My hands traced his chest and I pushed him onto his bed. I smirked and crawled on top of him.

"I hate you. So so much. Good thing you're hot."