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Chapter Three: We Don't Ever Have To Fight

Summary:

[12:45 AM] Robin: *reply to 'i choked'* Choke on Deez nuts 🙏

[12:46 AM] Finney: *reply to 'Choke on Deez nuts 🙏'* fuck you

Notes:

I finally updated les go!!!

Sorry about how delayed this was btw, I'lll try and do better with the next chapter!

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"I actually can't stand him, he's fucking Vance now, like I thought you were trying to fuck Robin. What happened to that subplot?" Griffin says, coming into the room and kicking the door shut behind him. "Don't know, and I thought he already fucked Robin?" "Nope got close, but Robin's a dense little fuck, so noOooOoo,"

"So, when do I get to meet your new friend? What's his name? Mike?" Billy asks, shuffling so Griffin has room to lie next to him on the bed. "Yeah, Mike, he's...Sweet, overbearing, but sweet," "What do you mean overbearing?" "He's called me three times and texted me twenty times in the last half hour," Griffin mutters, ignoring the small scoff Billy produces. "Does he like you?" "What? No, of course not, we're just friends," "Griffin-" "I promise, you can meet him tomorrow if it'd make you feel better. You can tag along to brunch with us,"

Billy rolls his eyes, and Griffin ignores it. Griffin is slowly ghosting his girlfriend, for Billy, so that they can date without any complications. He does love Billy, forever and always, but he can't have it getting out that he does porn, like ever.

"You know I love you, right?" Griffin asks, just above a whisper. "...Yeah, I do," Billy replies, he would say it back, but Griffin already knows. Probably always has, but Billy didn't. He didn't realize that Griffin finally found an emotion to put his feelings into, but he's glad Griffin came to this conclusion.

Billy pulls him closer and presses a small kiss to Griffin's forehead. "I love you," Griffin mutters, accepting the arms that wrap around him.

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"Hey, you're Mike right?" Billy asks, plastering a smile onto his face and shaking the mans hand. "Yeah, and you are?" Mike urges, shaking Billy's hand and ignoring the face Billy produces at the contact. "Billy, Griffin's best-" "My boyfriend," Griffin interrupts, clinging onto one of Billy's arms to emphasize his point. "Oh, really? Griffin never mentioned a boyfriend," Mike tells him, keeping direct eye contact with Billy.

"Probably couldn't get it out when you were on the phone because you like to call at the worst times," Billy says, ignoring the face Griffin makes at teh slight cringe and focusing on Mikes clenched jaw and the small twitch of his right eye accompanied by a small vein popping out on his forehead. It's really a sight.

Teenage him would probably be appalled at the things he's done for, or because, of Griffin. Or even just when they met in third grade when Griffin's family moved to Denver and suddenly they were attached at the hip.

Actually third grade him would probably just be ecstatic Griffin gave him a chance.

"So, Mike, could you go order real quick? Me and Billy will grab a seat," Griffin asks, receiving a nod and a small smile before Mike's at the counter.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Griffin asks, just above a whisper while he drags Billy by his hair to a table in the corner of the room. "Whatever do you mean, Griff?" Billy asks, rubbing his scalp and sitting down where Griffin tells him to.

"So, where do you work?" Mike asks when he returns. "Oh, just a small company," Billy replies, waving off the question. "He's an interviewer," Griffin corrects with an eye roll. "Oh, that's... Cool," Mike nods, a little confused. "Yeah,"