Chapter 3: Slay figuratively, metaphorically and literally

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Grian wakes up alone in bed and is slightly surprised, he thinks nothing of it I mean the two maniacs use blunt objects instead of a gun or meat cleaver like he uses, that takes a lot more energy and it's so messy. He feels drained thinking about how much he has to clean up after them, not that he minds. It's mostly complaining for the sake of complaining.

He remembers once he was the messy one, it was a mission to take out some corrupt rich straight white man, he'd let them out of his sight and soon heard a gun shot, but his friends don't have gu- ohhh shit. He ran to the source of the noise practically seeing red as he tackled the target to the ground, going to town with his cleaver to the guys chest. It feels like hours as he hacks this lifeless corpse into a unrecognisable mess, okay maybe he went a little overboard, but hey! What he was able to salvage the three of them ate for dinner.

Speaking of eating people, he's hungry but not for people well, he just wants some breakfast and won't really complain what he has. He pulls off the covers and walks into the kitchen, settling on scrambled eggs on toast, I suppose he better go check on the other two to see if they want anything to eat. It's 7ish am so he's not surprised their still asleep, I mean he's surprised he's even awake. He walks over to the room and opens the door before freezing, a heavy blush on his cheeks as his two friends look back at him with equally embarrassed expressions before he slowly closes the door without a word. Yep. They were fucking. He always knew they were a bit fruity, fair game but AT 7AM!?

That what he has a problem with, like who even does that, honestly. I'm cut off from my internal monologue by seeing my two best friends coming into the kitchen and sitting at the isles seat, I push two plates towards them and sip my hot chocolate in silence. "So,," Sam begins nervously, fuck I'm not good with words wait - actions speak louder than words don't they? I put a hand up and walk off, I change and leave the house and travel to the nearest supermarket, there I buy a rainbow cake that says "be who you are for your pride", rainbow balloons and skittles, basically all the rainbow things I could find. It was a few hours later where I came home to find them anxiously on the couch, I put the cake on the coffee table infront of them and passed them the balloons and skittles and they stared back at me with an expression I couldn't pin.

I took a deep breath, "sorry I left without a word, I just wanted to know that I support you no matter what. Nothing will change between us and you should be comfortable being yourselves, in other words - slay both figuratively, metaphorically and literally." Sam looked at me slightly bemused and I just realised how I sounded, god I want the world to swallow me whine now. "Anyways- enjoy the cake, I need to visit my girlfriend" I said before walking outside and hoping a car would hit me on the way, both cause of the embarrassment and because I do not like Jamie.

I opened her apartment door and was hit but the strong smell of alcohol; here we go again.

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OI THR SAM! YOUR A BITCH BOY- /t /p

Also yes, I've done this before genuinely-

No we won't talk about it<3

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