Angst
Billy(16)
Griffin(15)
Finney(15)
Billy speaking French and Griffin speaking German, and google translation👍
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"Of course you're cheating, you asshole!" Griffin yelled in pure anger, "You're ignoring me, you cancel all of our plans, you're giving me cold shoulder, and all for Arabella?!" He explained, using his fingers to list down everything, then throwing them up in a fit of anger.
"What?! I told you; we're fucking cousins, imbécile!"
Billy argued, rolling his greenish-blue eyes in annoyance.
"Oh, so we're using native languages now? Okay then, du verdammter betüger!" The younger argued back. His eyes glimmered with something Billy would think to be sadness, but it's Griffin, Billy concluded, he's always sad.
"You are hurting me! Can't you see?! You are fucking hurting me, I should not be this fucking stressed over an excuse of a relationship at the mere age of fifteen!" Griffin yelled, failing miserably to hold back his melancholy.
With tears streaming down the boys face, Griffin turns his back to Billy, who stood there completely unimpressed.
"Just leave at this point, you're making a huge fucking scene. Yeah, I was cheating on you. So what? I only live fucking once, yolo! Let me be happy!" Billy said in a fit of madness, running his hands down his face. He groaned in annoyance, throwing his phone onto his slim, twin sized bed.
"You know what, Billy? I actually fucking love you. And 'just' because you cheated doesn't mean I'll love you less," Griffin explained, air quoting 'just'. "But since you seem so fucking uninterested in me, we should break up. I'll get over you," He turned around to meet Billy eye to eye, before turning back around around and walking out.
Billy tutted, rolling his eyes for the millionth time that day, "Whatever! I have Arabella!"
Silence clouded Billy.
"Who am I kidding?"
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"Griffin, dear!" Ms. Showalter called out as soon as she spotted the blonde boy.
Quickly wiping his tears, Griffin turns to the kitchen, building up the courage to walk into it.
"Yes ma'am?" Griffin finally replied, walking into the nicely decorated room.
"How many times will I have to tell you this; call me Charlotte!" Ms. Showalter demanded lightheartedly, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Ah— well, no more, I assume. I won't be coming around anymore," Griffin says with a sad smile.
"Why not? Are you moving away? You could always come visit! I'm sure Billy will miss you!" She exclaims, furrowing her eyebrows.
"No, Ms— Charlotte, well—uhm, we kinda. . .broke up, but, if y—"
"What," Charlotte muttered, her face dropping at the sudden news. "Stop joking around, Griffin."
"Look, I'm really, really sorry about it," Why is he apologizing? She's not apart of the relationship. "But the relationship was getting a bit unhealthy, and we were having arguments every other day, and— y'know what? I'll just leave you my number," Griffin said, hoping to cheer the woman up.
"No, you will not need to leave me your number, because you will come visit, right?" She whispered, her voice cracking.
Before Griffin started crying again, he agreed, "Of course," He managed with a small smile, but in reality, it came out as a slight grimace.
"Thank you, Griffin," Charlotte mumbled before bringing the boy into a tight embrace.
"Now, I must get going, I promised Finney to hangout with him today!" Griffin lied. Knowing he was close to breaking down, and luckily, his house was only a short walk away.
'Finney, come over, now.'
'Ok? U ok?'
'Yh, just hurry."
Griffin tossed his phone onto his bed, rubbing his face with his palms.
He walked over to his closet, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants absentmindedly.
He absentmindedly grabbed Billy's hoodie. The boy he'd just broken up with.
"Griffin!~" Finney sung, walking into the younger boys room, "You okay, you look like you just got broken up with," He commented with a laugh.
Finney sat down before continuing with his useless rant, "And is that Billy's hoodie? It's way too big on you!" Finney laughed before shutting up, realizing that Griffin wasn't in the mood for joking.
"Are you okay?" He muttered, setting a hand onto Griffins knee.
"You know how you said I look like I just got broken up with?" He said before bursting into tears, "Well, I found out Billy was cheating, and I got tired of waiting so I left. I left, Finney. Him." He explained.
"He—what?!" Finney said, obviously angry.
"He—He said he only lived once, then told me told me to be happy for him. So I left."
"Well, that was the right thing to do," Finney sat a hand on Griffin's shoulder and offered him a small smile.
"I hope so, I really, and I mean really, loved him. Even if we were only together for six months. He was there for me, and I was there for him," Griffin said, wiping his cheek with the large sleeve he's wearing, he wiped his tear tracks away and cleared his throat.
"This sweater really does swallow me whole, hm? He always said it did," Griffin asked, smiling sadly at his lap before covering his mouth to muffle a sob.
"Oh Griffin, he didn't deserve you, you know that right?" Finney said, pulling the boy into an embrace.
"I—I just wasn't good enough for him—him. . ."
