(FNF) Boyfriend x Pico - Friday Night Funkin

Part Sixteen: For Now

Keith comforted Girlfriend seated on the floor of his bedroom. She had collapsed, sobbing at his words. But that was only because she knew they were true.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, so so sorry..." Girlfriend burst into more tears, hugging Keith tightly. He felt a little awkward, but understand how she felt. The auburn had never been socially well-versed, especially with the whole demon parents thing. She didn't know right from wrong, sane behavior from insane. He just took her in his arms and held her close as she cried.

"It's ok... I forgive you..." Keith cooed into her ear. He wasn't sure if it was true, but it didn't matter. He just need to calm Girlfriend down. Her breath hitched as she cried and cried, clutching onto him for dear life. "It's okay..."

   They sat for what felt like ages, Girlfriend blubbering apologies as Keith comforted her like a baby. She had done the same for him so many times, it was time he returned the favor.

Girlfriend suddenly looked up at his face. "I should..." she stood up shakily, rubbing the tears from her face. "I should go..."

"Wait! Are you... are you sure you're alright?" Keith stood up a little too quickly, causing his vision to swim and his head to pound. Girlfriend quickly rushed over and held him, preventing the little guy from falling over.

"I have to go. Love you, Keith. Be well." She put him gently in bed, grabbed the bottle of pills and ran to the door without another word, leaving Keith extremely confused.

   "But-!"

"I understand, Keith! Don't worry... I understand!" She said in a singsong tone as she turned around. That cheery mask didn't stop her voice from cracking, though. "You don't want me! You never wanted me! All that time together meant nothing to you, did it?" She laughed as tears flowed down her cheeks. She brought her hand up to her forehead and slashed it, biting her lip as another wave of tears flowed from her eyes. To Keith's horror, blood started to flower from her palm. She reached up to do it again.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled, running out of bed and powering through the dizziness to yank Girlfriend's now mutilated hand away from her head.

"Let GO of me!" She cried, snatching her bloodied hand back. "Why do you make it SO MUCH HARDER for me to feel GOOD?!"

Keith looked her in the eyes. Girlfriend froze Those soft, puppy dog eyes that could draw anyone in. Her gaze softened, the stinging in her hand feeling like a distant, fuzzy memory.

"Why do you still care?" She choked out, a lump of emotion building in her throat. "How can you still care about me after everything?"

"Because." Keith pulled her into a hug. "I still love you."

Tears welled up in her eyes as Girlfriend just looked down at him. Why was he so... so good? What did she ever do to deserve him? Even after she tore his emotions apart, killed a man to be with him, he still took her in as a friend. She treated him like a toy, a prize, just as her father treated her. Why was she so..?

She kneeled down and hugged back, feeling Keith's warm embrace around her. Even though things were shit in her life, with Keith, things were good. Squeezing him a little harder, Girlfriend knew there was no way in hell she was going to let him go that easily.

~~~~~

It had been about an hour since Girlfriend left. Things had calmed down since.

She was scared, and lost. Confused. Of course she was! I mean, her whole life had revolved around these two phyco demons who dragged her around, tying her limbs to limousines and pulling her in four different directions. Girlfriend was fucked up. All she needed to show that was a little push, and marrying some random guy would certainly shove anyone over the edge.

Nobody had ever cared as much as Keith. He tried to take her away from these crazies, let her defy them, made them even a fraction as upset as they made her. When he gave up on her romantically it felt he gave up on her completely. He stopped fighting. She was suddenly... alone. But never again.

Keith had dug up his old phone, lost in a dresser drawer, and given it to her. It worked fine, he had just needed more storage and opted to get a new one. He gave her his number as she left. Girlfriend had to hit the road again, even without her husband by her side. Her dad was twisted like that.

Girlfriend could keep in touch, shoot him a text or give him a call whenever she needed to. And in return she left him the ring. That damned ring. It was probably worth more than his life, but he couldn't stand the thought of selling it. It felt like a reminder that he didn't give up on her.

Keith tucked the stone away safely in his nightstand. Oh, and about those pills? Fucking magic. Literally. They belonged to her parents, delivered straight from hell to cure people of ailments so they could suffer again. That what Girlfriend told him, anyways.

Taking a deep breath, Keith checked his phone. It was 6:37 and he had a missed message from Pico.

cutie~🧡
Hey Keith wanna watch a movie? That cool horror one is out.

   He scoffed. Pico knew well and good that horror was not his strong suit.

Keithy
yeah but maybe not horror lol

Keithy
how about that new rom com?

   It wasn't long before Pico replied.

cutie~🧡
Lmao a rom com? Ok then.

cutie~🧡
Can you meet me there in 20?

Keithy
yea sure

Keithy
cya bb <3

cutie~🧡
Ttyl

Keith smiled to himself. Girlfriend was a minor bump in the road, but things were still good. Right?

They certainly felt good, with Pico the world was at his feet, the feet which he quickly slid into some chunky red sneakers and used to book it out of the door. He didn't want to be late. As he was bolting to the theater, he shot Pico one last text.

Keithy
last one there pays for popcorn

~~~~~

Keith giggled in the back of a relatively empty theater, resting his head on Pico's shoulder. He had made it first, so the ginger was a little grumpy that he had to pay ten bucks for a bucket of popcorn. But nonetheless, the movie was alright. Nothing special, really, but an excellent distraction for the both of them.

Pico looked down at his boyfriend, blushing. He was really cute. Like, really really cute. He was still recovering from his little smoke yesterday, along with the mental breakdown that followed the next morning. He had been getting more notifications for hits, but he simply declined the ones for tonight (yeah, more than one). It was about time he spent some time with Keith.

   Somebody on screen cracked an unfunny joke and the shorter boy started to laugh. Pico could only smile at him as he reached in and grabbed some popcorn. Even if the world was falling apart, he had Keith. And with Keith, things were good.

   For now, at least.