I'm Falling For You || Pico x Boyfriend

❥ I Was Hanging With You. . .

Boyfriend sat upon his desk, a pen in hand, and a brain that tried to think of lyrics to write on a simple piece of notepaper. The young man was about to graduate highschool soon and due to his failing grades and bad GPA, he needed a hobby and ways to earn scholarships at least to attend to college. Little did he know, with the thing he was about to write, it would get him into a new career of backstreet/random rapping and a life of slight gold and bittersweetness with crazy adventures.

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"Failing?!" Boyfriend shriek as he slammed his hands on his teacher's desk.
"Why yes, that is what I said-"
"HOW?!"
His teacher would sigh as he pulled out his laptop, opened it, and showed over 100 missing assignments just from this school year alone along with 78 missing school days.
"Well, why can't you like- up the grade and-"
"Boyfriend, it's not that easy. Look, I know you've been wanting to go to school for your parents 'not to kill you', but this is really low effort!" His teacher would sigh as he got up and looked at the boy with disappointment.

"You really think any school would accept a boy who makes zero efforts in academics? The only school that might accept you at this rate is community college. . .But with the GPA of somehow- 0.6, I doubt it."

Boyfriend would proceed to sulk at his teachers words for a bit until the teacher got an idea.


"Tell you what, I'll try to help you out. . .You're a really talented kid when it comes to singing and rapping- minus the fact you talked about wanting to bang Betty last year which was highly inappropriate," Boyfriend of course snickered before the teacher walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you can write a song about a serious thing you feel passionate for or anything at all that is school appropriate- it can help you get into college and you can get recognition- or as you kids call it today, clout."

With the teacher's words, boyfriend would try to write a song- A song that would blow everyone's mind so hard-!

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Yeah, he can't do it.

The poor cyan hair boy had been banging his forehead repeatedly against the desk and his small keyboard that his sister gave him for his 13th birthday for a few hours now. His room now not only a mess from clothes being thrown everywhere, but a mess with scribbles and scrabbles of papers on top of them as well.

What's a song that I can write?

A song about- serious issues? 

The only issues I have is with school, I don't even feel anything negative yet. . .

Just as the blue hair was ready to throw his keyboard out the window, a sudden ring of his doorbell would get him to pop out of his sulking period and rush to the door. He would of course open the door to find a certain orange hair boy with a messy green sweater, with olive green pants, and white vans standing there. His cool lip piercings and ear piercings making Boyfriend gasp as he stared at them.

"Hey, dude! Like the new look? I got these piercings done all in one day- Of course I didn't cry like a pussy like you when you got that one ear piercing." The orange hair boy would chuckle.
Boyfriend would only laugh and shake his head as he hugged the orange hair in front of him.

"You asshole! Pico, how are ya?" He would pull away as he glanced at the boy in front of him who would glance away sadly, his smile slowly fading as he rubbed his arm. Boyfriend clearly knew what was going on as his smile faded as well. . .He would then try to give a small yet sad smile once again as he rubbed Pico's shoulder.

"Rough day buddy?" Pico would only groan as he nodded. "Cassandra was just released from juvenile detention center and now is on probation." The news practically made Boyfriend's eyes widen as he remember events that traumatized and changed Pico for what it seems like it's going to be- forever. The young boy who was once excited about getting A's in school and getting apples just turned into a boy who dealt with gangs, carried a gun for safe keeping, had breakdowns. . .Pico one time went a week not knowing who Boyfriend was after that event.

"Don't worry, I have a restraining order against her. My mom is making me go to therapy again although I was done with the therapy for that incident in the first place. This time she says it's for PTSD? I mean- I don't think I shown signs of it but she said whenever I see someone else holding a gun or blood simply covering someone's head or chest- I freak out even if it's a small drop. . ." Pico would scratch his head as he felt a feeling of dread. "I mean, yeah. . .I did have that one breakdown infront of you due to the fact you had blood dripping from your head-"
"Dude, it was an incident that involved me trying to do that Krispy Kreme meme and hitting my head face first on that floor."

The two boys would laugh as Boyfriend would soon wrap an arm around Pico.
"Listen, we can play some video games to cheer you up, and I'm sure if Cassandra ever fucks with you, you can just call the cops. I know you're not ready to see her yet and it's okay bro, you don't gotta deal with her now"
Pico would not as he would follow boyfriend into the room to play some video games on his ps4, this time they played Mortal Kombat. Of course the cyan hair boy would rage as Pico practically beat him every time with Sub-Zero.

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It was now 11 pm. The boys barely realized it was almost night time and that they had school tomorrow despite it being a Friday. Luckily, Boyfriend's mom wasn't home and was actually out partying at the casino due to the fact her son is nearly 18 years old and can take care of himself even if he's a irresponsible teenager. Boyfriend's eyes were still ever so glued to the screen as it became so addicting playing Spyro."Hey dude, I can turn this game off now and we can go back to playing Mortal Komba-"
Boyfriend immedietally blushed at a certain scene, Pico's cheek resting against his shoulder as he seemed to be sleeping ever so peacefully for the first time he seen in a long time. . .Usually Pico would still be up and even if he did manage to go to sleep, the boy would often wake up to panic attacks. This time seemed different. 
As boyfriend tried to figure out a way to move the sleeping orange head, Pico's arms would weakly wrap around his waist, causing the boy's cheeks to heat up to the extreme as his cheeks were now a rosey color. He would give up as he didn't want to interrupt the boy's sleeping and knowing he's a light sleeper- it can end badly. Boyfriend would only pick his controller back up as he glanced at the TV despite his mind being somewhere else. His head coming up with a lyric despite him not knowing how it would fit into the song he needed to write.

I was hanging with you. . .

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Well that's it! That's the first chapter, I plan on writing more chapters. I enjoy writing light and comedy, and when it comes to Friday Night Funkin- it felt like writing Regular Show humor all over again and made me smile.  .  .I just hope it made you smile too! I will be adding the song here for future reference, you'll be seeing a lot of the lyrics from the song: