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Dating your best friend had its ups and downs, Michael decided.
On the one hand, it was nice to have Gavin to hang out with and do stupid shit with like normal, except with the added benefit of being kiss Gavin and do other various things that best friends usually didn’t did. On the other hand though, some days he wished he could just have his best friend back, knowing that if either of them fucked up enough, they’d not only loose each other as a couple but as best friends too. However, it was mornings like this where Michael knew that they had made the right decision to be together. Gavin was curled up against Michael, hands gripping Michael’s shirt tightly. Michael nuzzled his face into Gavin’s hair, pressing his lips against the top of Gavin’s head.
“Morning Love,” Gavin sleepily mumbled. Michael grinned.
“Morning Boi,” he hummed, pulling slightly back. Gavin let out a loud disapproving groan, clutching Michael’s shirt.
“Two more minutes,” he begged, though the words barely came out as audible. Michael contemplated saying no, knowing that they had to get to work soon, but he made no effort to get up. He just listened to Gavin’s soft breathing as his boyfriend continued to sleep. He half contemplated what the implications would be if he called them in sick, but he could already hear Geoff bitching at him about not actually being sick. He also knew that by calling in, it would potentially ruin operation: put a ring on it, or, as the rest of his co-workers knew as the party Geoff was specifically throwing just so Michael could propose to Gavin.
Michael finally started pulling away from Gavin, much to Gavin’s disapproval. “Come on Gav, we gotta go,” he groaned. Gavin didn’t move.
“Let’s call in sick. I don’t want to record anything today, I’d much rather spend it in bed,” Gavin whined.
“You know we can’t pull that shit again. Besides, if we don’t go to work today, we can’t go to the party tonight, and we all know how much I enjoy a Geoff Ramsey party. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can spend the whole damn day in bed together tomorrow if that makes you happy,” Michael pointed out.
Gavin let out a long sigh.
“But Geoff’ll let us go anyways, even if we miss. It’s Geoff, he adores me,” Gavin countered. “And tomorrow’s too far away, ” he pointed out. By now, Michael had managed to sit up.
“Too bad, we’re still going. Suck it up bitch,” he joked, leaving Gavin to pout.
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“But Micool…..” Gavin whined as Michael hit him off his perch in Minecraft, subsequently stealing all of Gavin’s gubbins and running off towards his safe zone.
“But Micool…” Michael mimicked, laughing loudly into the mic. Gavin was flailing around next to him, trying to distract Michael so he’d fail, but it was no use, Michael had reached the safe zone. “Oh Geoff,” he sang, plopped down the requested items. “I’d like my piece of the tower now,” he grinned, knowing that he’d easily pay for what he did later. He loved watching Gavin get riled up though, it was rather hilarious, and the fans just ate it up.
The video continued on, though eventually they decided to stop for the day, given that they had been recording for quite some time. The day had gone fairly fast, especially since they had filmed an Off Topic. He had purposely not drank much, knowing that he wanted to be sober for the night ahead of them. Gavin was already waiting outside for him. Michael was busy gathering his remaining things. Geoff stopped by his desk on the way out. “You’re still doing it tonight, right? Not going to chicken out?” he asked. Michael looked up, and grinned.
“Yeah? Of course I am,” he said, partially confused, considering he had been ranting excitedly to Geoff and the rest of his coworkers all week.
“It’s just a big step, and it’s Gavin, and I’d understand if you wanted to put it off or not do it. Party would still go on of course,” Geoff said, looking at him sympathetically. Michael snorted, shaking his head.
“Dude, I’m going to do it. I’m ready for that step and I think he is too. I mean, you’re right, it’s Gavin, he might flip his shit, but I won’t know till I try, you know? I really do love him,” he explained. Geoff relaxed, nodding.
“Okay, if you’re sure, I’ll see you tonight then. Don’t forget to bring the bevs though, I might be hosting, but this is your party and you get to supply,” he announced. Michael just nodded, giving his boss a thumbs up. He watched as Geoff walked out.
[ sms -> Gavin ] ??? You coming ???
Michael glanced at his phone, sighing softly.
[ sms -> Michael ] Yeah, just had to talk to Geoff, be there soon.
Michael shoved the rest of his things in his bag, figuring he’d worry about everything later. From the opposite side of the room, Ryan peeked over the desk towards him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll lock up. Tell Geoff I’ll be there after I finish editing this Let’s play,” the older man announced. Michael just nodded, though he wasn’t sure why Ryan hadn’t just said so when Geoff had been around. He walked quickly outside, eager to see Gavin again, not that he didn’t get his fill throughout the day.
When Michael got to his car, something was off. Normally, Gavin would be waiting for him. Yet, Gavin wasn’t there, not even his bag. Michael furrowed his brow. Where the fuck was Gavin? Shaking his head, he pulled out his phone, but froze, somewhat confused. His normal lock screen, some stupid picture of Gavin, had been replaced with the Zelda emblem. Had he changed it? Shaking his head, he opened his phone to his texts.
Only, there wasn’t any texts. At least, none from Gavin. Confusion boiled up in him, and he wasn’t sure what was going on. He went to his favorites, knowing he could just call Gavin, however, again, Gavin wasn’t there. Panicking, he started going through the rest of his phone, but there was no trace of Gavin anywhere. Something was going on. Something freaky was going on. He quickly dialed Geoff’s number.
“Hello?” Geoff answered.
“Hey, did Gavin catch a ride with you, because I swear that fucker is the most impatient guy I know,” he groaned.
“Who?” Geoff asked. Michael blinked.
“Gavin? Annoying as fuck British guy, always fucking up, large nose? My boyfriend? Soon to be Fiance?” he said, already angry.
“Wait, you’re gay?” Geoff replied, sounding surprised. Michael pulled back the phone, staring at it blankly.
“No, not gay, also not the point. Stop fucking with me Geoff, did he go home with you or not?” Michael said.
“Uh, no? I don’t know a Gavin, so why the hell would he go home with me?” Geoff said, now sounding annoyed.
“Yes you do? He works with us? Desk is next to mine? Used to live at your house?” He said, feeling anger rising.
“Um, Michael, the desk next to yours is empty? Well, for now anyways, I wasn’t going to announce it till the party tonight, but we hired someone finally,” Geoff said. Michael blinked.
“What the hell is your problem, Geoff? Its Gavin. We literally just talked about him ten minutes ago?” Michael snapped.
“We talked about you bringing the booze, not about this fake imaginary boyfriend of yours,” Geoff snapped back. “Look, I know we’ve been working really hard lately. Maybe you shouldn’t come tonight, just go home and relax. I gotta go, I have to pick up my kid,” Geoff sighed, and the line went dead. Michael shook his head at the phone, staring in disbelief. This wasn’t happening.
Suddenly, the world felt like it was spinning, and whether Michael realized it or not, he was falling. The last thing he saw was someone shouting at him, before it all went black.