Griffin(14)
Billy(15)
Billy can speak French, cause I said so.
Modern au
Google translated French
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Boom!
Was all Griffin needed to hear before jolting up. Checking his phone, he saw it was only 11:46.
"Billy," He whispered, shaking his best friend gently. He only got a muffled hum in response.
"Billy!" Griffin said more firmly.
"What?" The older boy asked sleepily.
"Billy, there's a thunderstorm happening outside, I can't sleep," He informed the boy next to him.
"C'mere.." Billy said, slightly slurred. Pulling Griffin into his arms wasn't hard, at all. Griffin had his guard down, and was easily weaker than Billy.
"Bill—"
"Shh.." Billy quietly whispered in the other boys ear.
"Sorry for waking you," Griffin muffled voice made out, his head pushed into Billy's neck.
"Yeah, it's fine. Just try to fall asleep, mon amour."
"Hey, Billy?"
"Yes, chéri?"
"What are those names you call me? Y'know, the French ones. What do they mean?" Griffin breathes out, slowly falling asleep due to the light traces Billy was making on his shoulder.
"Hm, I'll tell you in the morning, amour."
"Okay, goodnight, Billy." Griffin whispers before falling asleep.
As soon as Billy heard the boys breath even out, he placed a soft, loving kiss onto Griffins forehead, "I love you, mon trésor."
"Bonne nuit."
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When the duo woke that morning, they found themselves tangled in each others limbs, neither wanting to move. So they didn't.
"So, Bill, what's the nicknames mean?" Griffin says, looking up from his place on Billy's chest.
"Erm—" Instead of Billy answering verbally, he decided it would be easier to do than say.
Griffin found his lips on Billy's, soft, red lips.
As the two separated, Billy started with his explanation; "Look, I really— and I mean really, like you. I get if you don't like—"
He was cut off by another sweet, slow, loving kiss.
"Of course I like you back, you dork!" Griffin explained, laying his head onto the dirty blondes shoulder.
"But you still haven't answered my question about the names?" Griffin mutters, slowly falling back into a deep slumber.
"They're pet names, nothing special," Billy truthfully answered.
"Aww, that's sweet! Now get the hell up, we have plans, remember?" Robin interrupted, sounding playful, a hint of humor in his dark eyes.
"Robin! What the fuck, man?!" Billy yells, throwing a pillow towards the older boy.
"Ugh," The youngest boy groaned.
"Don't tell me you guys have been in bed all day?" Finney laughed, setting a hand on Robin's to make the boy calm down.
"Of course we have, what else is they're to do in this boring ass town?" Billy simply answered.
"Hm," Griffin moaned, snuggling further into Billy.
"We could have a movie night?" Billy suggested, not really wanting to move around.
"Okay then, do you still have the pajamas we left last time?" Finney asked, walking over to Billy's dresser.
"Yeah, you all have a drawer, second to the left."
"O—ay" Finney hummed, searching through the drawer for his and Robins pajamas.
They ended the night with cuddling, laughing, and many, many, movies.
Perfect group of you ask me.
