Third POV
You hadn't known Lars for a long time, you only knew him because you were close friends with Fugger and he introduced you two.
The first time meeting him was something, he didn't talk much and when he did was dry. Barely any words he said were directed at you and it was obvious he didn't have much interest in you.
So you met him once and never really spoke to him ever again. Until one day Fugger called you and asked you to come over to Lars's place for a quick smoke session.
However half way into the weed filled hang out, Fugger left and while you wanted to leave he urged you to stay and spend time with Lars for some reason.
So here you were sitting on the bed while Lars was on a beanbag smoking his joint. The tension was awkward and Lars wasn't saying a word, soon it became too much to handle.
"So..you like Metallica?", you remarked due to the various metal and punk band posters.
"Yeah, I prefer Misfits", he pointed at the poster of the band behind your back and pinned up above his bed.
That made you smile a little, not because of the band but because he was actually responding in a decent way.
"Oo, I love them! Michale's vocals are amazing", you said in a slightly brighter tone while Lars just looked at you with a tired and stoned expression.
While Lars was usually closed off to new friendships or anyone in general, he was a little more comfortable around you because of the praise you gave his band choices.
He looked away from you for a minute before looking back up at your bored face and offering his blunt to you, how generous.
You smiled at him and took a hit while mumbling a small thank you and blowing out the smoke slowly, relishing in the feeling.
While you did this Lars looked at you and felt his feelings towards you change a little. Maybe Fugger was right about you, you weren't so bad.
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