~Art for Canva cover is NOT mine, it was made by blaire_art on Instagram!~
If there's a problem with my cover, I can change it or just have the art as my cover.
I made yet ANOTHER One-Shot book, but this time it's Friday Night Funkin'! I created it...
Well, maybe waking up isn't so bad . . . when you actually get sleep.
The light peered through the blinds, making the lil' singing legend feel more toasty. Birds chirped joyfully into his ears, which was a little annoying to hear at first. But people can get used to things. Boyfriend just wished those birds could wait until the afternoon to chirp.
The scent of the fresh-smelling sheets made him wake up. He opened his eyes a little and got startled from Pico's sleeping face staring right at him. Yeah, he's still not used to sleeping with a guy like Pico. At least he knew he would never hurt him.
Boyfriend smiled a bit and let out a sigh through his non-existent nose. He realized that Pico's arms were over his waist. He managed to raise his own arm to clear his crusty eyes. Then he slowly pushed Pico's arms off of him, and turned to the clock on his own side of the bed: 10:30. Boyfriend didn't wanna get up, but he and Pico had responsibilities, unfortunately.
He repeatedly poked Pico's cheek. "Picoooo . . . wake up," he muttered.
Pico's face scrunched up some and he groaned quietly. "A little longer please." He flipped over so that Boyfriend was facing his back. Boyfriend smirked and wrapped his arms around his back, burying his face in his messy silky hair. It smelled of faint conditioner.
"We have pets to take care of, ya know," Boyfriend said.
"Ugh . . . dumbass parrots," Pico grumbled.
Boyfriend pulled his face away from Pico's hair and faked a frown. "Aye, just because you're cranky, doesn't mean you can insult our parrots."
"You're not my dad."
"But I'm your husband."
Pico's eyes snapped open as he let that settle in. It's been about a month since they got married. All their friends were at the wedding, supporting them and whatnot. The two had a great time, and decided to get a pet at some point after. They ended up getting two of the same animal. And man, they can be a hassle taking care of, but it's worth it since they're fun to be around! One of them can even copy Boyfriend and Pico's words.
"Oh, yeah," Pico said with a chuckle. "Shouldn't you change your name to Husband? I'm being serious."
Boyfriend rested his head against Pico's back. "I will. It makes sense doesn't it?"
"Mhm. Let go of my back for a sec." Boyfriend did as he was told and saw Pico roll to face him. His white eyes looked dull as always when he woke up. They would brighten during breakfast. Boyfriend enjoyed seeing those eyes either way.
His face felt warm when Pico smiled at him.
"Morning sunshine."
Boyfriend stifled a laugh. "Sunshine? Too cheesy."
"You think I don't know that? Bub is better," Pico remarked.
"Ehhh . . . sure."
Pico lifted Boyfriend's hair to kiss his forehead. "I'll check on Cheepy and Julio to get away from your breath." Boyfriend eye rolled. Also yes, what great names. Boyfriend named Julio by the way.
He sat up and stretched his arms and legs out, slightly groaning. Pico sat up with him.
"Well I'm gonna make breakfast to get away from your breath," Boyfriend said.
"Ouch. Fair enough."
They went to do their jobs. Pico fed the birds some birdseed and small pieces of vegetables, while Boyfriend made pancakes with abs. Or ya know, waffles. Once they were done, the couple ate in the living room. Julio tried to eat one, but Boyfriend freaked out and ran all over the house as Julio was chasing him. He didn't want Julio to get sick, as waffles aren't something the parrot should eat . . . .
While Boyfriend was doing that, Pico took this opportunity to teach Cheepy a new phrase. And it's not a good one.
The poor midget man managed to tire out Julio, but now he has no energy either. And it was just morning. He trudged back to the couch, sitting down on the sofa with his cold waffles. But who has time to go to the kitchen and heat it up? Not that guy—cold or hot, he's still gonna eat it.
"Julio's a little troublemaker!" Boyfriend complained. "At least he didn't get a single nibble out of these babies." He smiled at his plate of waffles.
Pico swallowed some mushy waffle. "Ehehe. I taught Cheepy somethin' new to say."
Boyfriend's eyes lit up. "Really?! What is it, what is it?"
Pico turned to Cheepy, who was perched on the armrest next to him. He made a fingergun at her, and she responded with "Not if I shoot you first!" Boyfriend made a look—ya know, the look he makes when he misses a note.
" . . . I'm never leaving you with that parrot again," Boyfriend said.
