(FNF) Boyfriend x Pico - Friday Night Funkin

Part Twenty-Two: Not-So Therapeudic

I'M BACK BITCHES!
~and I have some awesome chapters lined up for you guys!!!

Thank you for being so patient with me; my exams went great in case you were wondering, and I finished the school year! (woo!)

Also, WTF?! 2k reads?! I feel like I can't even process that number. Thank you all so much, I'm honestly at a loss for words.

I would also love to share my pain with you all. I wrote this chapter from scratch, beginning to end three times. Three. I'm still not totally happy with it, but we've gotta move on for the sake of my sanity.

On a happier note, the daily updates should return from this point until the end of my book! Hope this makes you all smile :)

-pipthegoat

TW: Sexual References, Mental Illness

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"Where you two off too?"

The Uber driver spoke in a monotone voice as Pico and Keith climbed into the backseat. The shorter of the two checked an address on his phone.

"42069 BS. road, please." He smiled at the driver, who looked exhausted. The poor guy just mumbled something under his breath and started driving.

Keith leaned on Pico's tense shoulder, watching the buildings pass out of the window. His headphones were in, and he was listening to something Pico helped mix last night for his upcoming competition. He had a goofy smile on his face as he bopped to the song. Pico loved that smile.

Sighing, the ginger dug his phone out of pocket to find a few missed missed calls from Darnell. That's right; he was supposed to call him last night. He was a little busy, and pretty surprised Keith could still walk this morning.

Pico tapped the audio call button and pressed the cold screen to his ear, waiting to hear if his friend picks up.

"Ayyye, Pico!" A voice spoke from the other end of the line, startling him.

"Hey, dude. What's going on?"

Pico heard a small giggle on the other end of the line. "I fucked Mrs. Dearest."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" He screamed, choking on his breath. Keith jolted up, staring at him with a confused look on his face. Pico just gave an awkward smile and wrapped his arm back around his boyfriend. The Uber driver didn't even turn around.

He brought his voice down to a whisper. "If her husband finds out you're good as dead."

"He won't, don't worry!" Darnell assured, sounding very pleased with himself. "But bro, she made a fucking mess out of me! I-"

Pico pinched the bridge of his nose. "Spare me the details; I work for them, dickwad."

"Right, sorry. So... how are things going with you?"

Pico heaved a dramatic sigh. "Keith is dragging me to a therapist."

He heard a stifled laugh. "Seriously?" He heard a familiar high-pitched giggle on the line.

"NENE!" Pico yelled, scaring Keith again. He cleared his throat. "Listen, guys, I've gotta-"

"Taking my damn advice for once! Good on ya, Carrots! Tell Keith I said hi!" A different high pitched giggle filled the line. "Ayana, shut it!" The female voice spoke. The call went dead.