Southside Serpent || Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 1

Dedication: smileyourepretty
for the best Larry smut I've read on Wattpad. ♥️

Enjoy.

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Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance, it presents itself like so many small towns all over the world.

Safe.

Decent.

Innocent.

Get closer, though, and you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our of town, is Riverdale.

Our story begins, I guess, with what the Blossom twins did this summer. On the fourth of July, just after dawn, Jason and Cheryl Blossom drove out to Sweetwater River for an early morning boat ride.

The next thing we know happened for sure, is that Dilton Doiley, who was leading Riverdale's Boy Scout Troop on a bird watching expedition, came upon Cheryl by the river's edge.

Riverdale Police dragged Sweetwater River for Jason's body, but never found it. So a week later, the Blossom family buried and empty casket and Jason's death was ruled an accident, as the story that Cheryl told made the rounds. That Cheryl dropped a glove in the water, and Jason reached down to get it, and accidentally tipped the boat and panicked, and drowned.

As for us, we were still talking about the "July Fourth Tragedy" on the last day of a summer vacation when a new mystery rolled into town.

LOUIS' POV:

I believe that when two people are in love, you can see it in their eyes. The way they look at each other, the way they stare at each other. Their eyes are full of admiration, of attraction, of lust, of undying feelings for each other. Their eyes twinkle, their eyes are smiling. Even if they didn't say anything, you can see it all in the eyes.

I never had that someone. I've been talking about this with my mum last night. She smiled at me, squeezing my hand, saying: "Don't worry, Boo, you'll find the perfect girl soon."

But I guess that's the problem. I don't want to find the perfect girl. Being with a girl would mean taking care of her, being the big spoon, me doing that to her. And I can't help myself but don't want this. I want to be the one someone's taking care of.

And that's what I'm thinking about in the middle of my class, my head resting in my palm, not paying attention on what the teacher is saying.

"Louis!"

I abruptly look up, just to find out the whole class is staring at me. My cheeks turn a pink colour due to the attention I have and I gulp loudly, looking at the pissed math teacher, Mr. Brown.

"Why weren't you paying attention in my class?" he asks, his tone of voice low and angry. I open my mouth to answer but nothing rolls off of my tongue.

"Detention!" he yells, slapping his hand on the wooden table, making me flinch.

Crap, that's exactly what I didn't want. Staying one more hour in this, old building called school. I'm gonna have to call mummy so she won't be scared. For the rest of the class, I'm paying attention, or at least trying to pay attention, just drawing some sketches to my notebook. It's the second day as a sophomore and I already have detention. Great.

As soon as the bell rings, I stand up, grabbing my black VANS backpack, my blue binder and notebooks, rushing out of the class. On my way to my locker I accidentally bump to someone and all of my notebooks fall out of my hands with a thud to the ground, opening on random pages.