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"This is my boyfriend!! Everyone in school says they accept us!"
"Not every corner of this world is homophobic after all."
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Boyfriend felt like he pissed on his pants and his pocket absorbed his sweat. It's only the third friday, but now that he thinks about it, what if someone else was above his standard? It was just a faint feeling, but he made sure he shook it off himself. Anyways, he knows he's too stupid to acknowledge the next few minutes.
"Getting comfy on that stereo, baby?" He turned to his Girlfriend who just stared at him with a smile.
"I already was when you chose me out of all of the fish in the sea."
"Your corny lines never fail to ease me. Kidding, they aren't corny, but still wonderful!"
"Dad is so conservative, but don't worry... He retired music and your fresh meat. I'm sure you can outstand him." Girlfriend cheered as she continued bopping her head. She can feel the music in her soul.
"Thanks baby. You were always my cheerleader even for just weeks." He concaved a derpy grin as he rubbed his head flushed.
"No problem."
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It all started with the microphone. Boyfriend thought it was some rattle that doesn't make sound, but found it's sole purpose once he plugged the wire into the socket. He earned the class clown role as he was famous for his high-pitched gibberish, that his popularity boosted a prestige. He claimed titles as "Natural Auto tune" or "Techno Eminem" by his peers and rivals. Parents thought he needed professional help, but oh it was just pure talent of peculiarity.
But that one person would call him "boyfriend". Was is a girl? No, it's a boy. He actually liked that name, since he never had one. Only one was allowed to call him that, but his memory was fading as he pursued a new perspective in his life. It doesn't matter... will that friend of his ever remember anyway?
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"Do you know who will challenge me next?" Boyfriend asked Girlfriend as she shrugged.
"I'll just go buy donuts. A little sugar wouldn't sore a throat. Want me to buy one for you?"
"Nah I'm good."
"I'll be back in a flash!" Boyfriend exclaimed as he dashed to a nearby donut store, hands on his pockets. It seemed serene here in such a night, but were these the correct coordinates? Daddy Dearest told his daughter about their next rival, and that he'll arrive on this setting. Unaware she was that this setting, this city landscape, this train site, had some history behind the ties between Boyfriend and their next enemy.
This person who had furiously concealed himself support of the green hues of city bushes that resonated with his green long sleeve attire had sharp keen eyes, hands refined of gunmanship, determination filled in his heart, and of course, a pissed face. Oh how he remember so well and so swell, that this friend of his was someone he knew years ago back in his school. He chose this place to mark their sudden and intense reunion. You could say that's rad and sweet of him, but well he has little to no will to share some emotion over something like this. For the sake of salary, here he goes!(?)
Boyfriend got back with a chocolate-covered donut. He ate in haste, but not to waste the savoring of flavor. Just as he faintly leaned on the stereo after finishing his donut, a sudden gunshot was fired, scared both the two lovebirds.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Boyfriend yelled in shock. Despite him being confident and too dumb to feel fear, a sudden gunshot will alarm his soul.
"I-it's a gunshot I assume." Girlfriend's voice struggled to make out more words, as the adrenaline shocked her.
"STAY WHEREVER YOU ARE!" A mysterious person joined the scene. He wore a black cloak that those kids in Halloween parties wear, concealing his identity. The entity wield an UZI with his left hand. "YOU THERE!" He shifted his gun at Girlfriend. "IT'S RUN HOME TO MOMMY OR SAY YOUR PRAYERS! NOW GET OFF WHILE I KILL YOUR BOYFRIEND!"
Girlfriend's faith in her boyfriend glued her into staying in place. She was a bit scared, but with her beau beside her, impossible it is to convince her to run away. "Baby, let me handle this person," Boyfriend reassured with a smirk on his face. He was also too dumb to be scared of this guy.
"That was the point. I CAME FOR YOU!" The person pointed at Boyfriend, who didn't gave a damn at all.
"Now, now, if you were to kill me, would it have been silent? Or maybe you did to show off..."
The man was furious. "You see..." he stammered to pick up the words to form a white lie. "I did this for the sake of scaring you and your girlfriend... Well buddy, do I look different?
"I can't see you if you're cheap cloak is blocking your face." Boyfriend added. In an instant, the mysterious person swiftly removed his cloak whist holding a microphone in hand. The gun was on his left. Boyfriend couldn't believe this. Speculations tell him that he knew this person before.
"Well, any comments? No? I guess I'll start." He then did a bizarre pose, freely exposing his microphone and gun in both hands. "That wasn't neccessary..." Boyfriend said as he looked in confusion.
"That's right! I'm Pico and you're boutta get BLAMMED!!" His confidence rose up as the first song began to play.
-Playing: Pico-
While singing, Boyfriend mesmerized by Pico's voice, felt nostalgia tugged from his sleeve. He shook it off for now to focus on their battle. But he can't help, but wonder if he knew this person before.
The train passes by every couple of seconds. While the boys spat beats, the gal on the stereo lets wind from each passing play her hair like fire while she bops. And of course, Pico nailed it at his chorus. Over all, it was his songs anyway. Boyfriend won successfully.
-Pico: finished-
"Not bad." Boyfriend shot a direct compliment, while straightening his composure.
"Yours too." Pico added back, returning the flavor at least. "But I'm better!"
-Playing: Philly Nice-
Boyfriend, as always, was shocked by how Pico drops his beats. He didn't expect much from him, but now his ladder got higher. Wide influence of grunge and rabid tone came out of his mouth, as the words travelled to the surface of the microphone. Gun in hand, he looked stunning like a professional gunman that could go unarmed in WWIII. Auto tune not included.
"Big 'ol bunny, Big 'ol bunny, big 'ol bunny, BUFFALO BUNNY!" Presumably this is what Boyfriend had said. Genuinely, it's either actual words half-heard through the gibberish sounds that dominate his vocals more, or just plain gibberish. In general, Boyfriend has no idea on what he's saying. Over all, beep boop was just the way he talked in rap battles to sound more unique. Never had he ever used autotune, especially in live performances at high school talent shows. Checkmate, Travis Scott.
"That's right! Lmao that's right!" Pico sang, which is what we misheard obviously. But little do we know, he was on the brink of losing it. He couldn't decide whether to be scared because his opponent wasn't that laid-back as he sings, or laugh because his silly lyrics synchronized in cadence. So he did both.
A minute of preserving the atmosphere of tunes about school shooting anecdotes and Pico's ambiguous nature passed and now they finished the second song. And still, Boyfriend won.
-Philly Nice: Finished-
But Pico was not done yet.
"I'm still not half impressed..." Pico said while trying to catch some air.
"Oh, impression isn't my main objective. It's for you to get your ass and your gun out of our zone. But maybe putting a bit more effort will drag you out." Boyfriend added with his usual smirk, trying to push his enemy off the edge.
"Well buddy, you have to do more than just "a bit". Let's see if you can handle a free non-existent ticket to a fun train ride. Inside's full so we're taking the top. Being the show-off you are, go do what you want. Flip, cartwheel or go Titanic by yourself. Whatever injury you acquire is not my responsibility, for what you do is for yours to solve."
"Tryna play nerd huh? I can't blame the big words you picked up when were just learning about apples and bananas. Haha, Pico the star kid ig." Boyfriend chuckled as he realized what he did.
'Hold on, I shouldn't have said that. I'm a bit certain I know this man before. Gets good grades, high self-esteem, popular, and also a good person. He was pretty smart too, considering the way he talks with someone when they chose revenge over educating someone. I just hope I didn't waste my thoughts for nothing.' Boyfriend thought to himself with a bit of doubt.
"Challenge accepted-"
"I second the motion." Pico screamed, sealing both the deal between he and Boyfriend. "This will be our last battle. If you win, I'll spare you and your girlfriend and never bother you again. But if I win, then either I'll kill you or you suffer the wrath and agony of broken bones and blue balls. I'll take girlfriend away of course."
"You should have said that before revealing our venue, but it doesn't matter anyway. So where's it?" Boyfriend asked with confidence plastered in himself. Pico didn't respond. "Baby, you have to stay here for now. Is that ok with you?"
"If it's for the sake of my beloved Boyfriend winning, then a big YES!" Girlfriend cheered. Oh she puts so much faith in him, a bit unaware of the next moments.
"Thanks." Boyfriend smiled. "But the stereo..." Girlfriend then reminded, "It's also too heavy to carry by just an arm."
"I have my music, and I'm putting it on FULL BLAST!" Pico caved in as he swiftly turned on the small speaker dangling with a loop from it's side to his hand.
"THE RIDE'S HERE BUDDY! DON'T GET YOUR HOPES HIGH IF YOU CAN'T GET UP HERE HAHAHAHA!!!" Pico jeered as his effortlessly jumped on the train's top. For a gunman like him, improvision of movement is a great advantage. Boyfriend then used the huge stereo Girlfriend was sitting on to hoist himself up the train with some extra feet.
"I always gotta have high hopes for a livin' too you know." Boyfriend flaunted a bit while trying to gain composure to walk to Pico.
"Well wait till you'll walk on a boulevard of broken dreams!" Pico shot back with a stunning Green Day reference as he turned on his speaker to play the final song.
-Playing: Blammed-
This was known as the most intense song out of what came from Pico's closet. Boyfriend felt his throat might be as dry as the Sahara, but he ain't letting the first verse decay his chords of steel. It was a matter of more beeps, bops, boops and bahs till it's all over. 'Dammit, Pico's good...' Boyfriend thought. 'But my pitch is higher anyways...'
The pre-chorus came, and oh boy... Pico as always, knows how to mix sugar and spice with salt and lemon without spoiling the product. His voice then transitioned slower and deeper, but in a way the girls can be easily fished on. And Boyfriend took a shot of his high-pitched beep boops to imitate Pico's lyrics.
Then dropped the chorus. Pico's now aware his next verse will make his throat into a Sahara as well, but it's a worthy risk to take if it's to drive his opponent to blue balls. The music beat dropped and his voice went with the flow of the song, as he harshly spat out the most intense beep boops he has ever did. And which Boyfriend did the same, except with his own range of vocals.
'This Boyfriend here isn't half bad...' he quickly thought before he had his turn. 'I thought I was gonna die today. But I know there's something that Pico was hiding.' Boyfriend thought as well before his turn came.
'Why hasn't he gave up yet? My throat is burning as hell.'
'Did he spared me because of guilt or what?'
'Has it been years since I last heard this voice? Or am I dreaming?'
'Why does he bring a gun everywhere anyway?'
The tension during a rumble between the two with their microphones and auto tune like voices sent them to reassessment in each turn, trying to decode on what in tarnation is going on. Hitting two birds in one stone huh?
-Blammed: Finished-
Once the song ended, both were out of breath. Pico sat down the moving train and placed his gun and microphone between his legs while snatching for oxygen. Boyfriend did the same as well, but began cracking his knuckles. "Oi Boyfriend, the train stopped."
"Nice. We can go down and get back to Girlfriend." Boyfriend sighed in relief as he stood up with his microphone in hand, the other in his pocket, preparing a daring departure back to their starting point. "Chill man, we're too far. The train was at high speed remember?"
"Oh yeah... so how are we gonna go back?"
"So you see that there are double train tracks here right? Now another train must most likely be heading back to the same station we were on. Once another train will pass, we both jump to it's roof! That is, if you aren't a coward. But I doubt you are one, since you were able to get up here." Pico replied while sitting on the edge.
"Pft! Well duh. Jumping from one train to another sounds cool too. Just like what they do in Subway Surfers."
What circulated around them was nothing more than the wheels sliding across metal tracks, bustling of life sheltered through such a haste evolutionary long vehicle that evolved through years. Dead silence filled the space between the two as words cannot bring them together to patch up another topic, another conversation. Truly from the adornment of the silence. But the silence symbolizes psychological thoughts and flooding observations and inferences. Unbeknownst it is to assume that either both of them really hate each other or just sheer akwardness.
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"Sup, Boyfriend. What are you doing here? You seem to be twitching a lot..."
"Oh it's nothing. My gut hurts a bit but I moved on already-"
"Oh I forgot, the test results are out. Can I see yours?"
"Eheheh... well uh..."
"Oh damn, you failed?"
"Every single subject."
"Why?"
"My parents say I have ADHD. So I can't focus on school. They said if this continues, I might have to drop out or work my butt off..."
"Sheesh, that's harsh. Maybe I can help you."
"Thanks Pico, but you're really smart and pay attention to class. I'm jealous."
"Be jealous all you want, but trust me, one day you'll be better than me. Right now, you're still struggling which is normal."
"How can I be better than you? I got my fidget toys confiscated by the teacher...See? I can't focus!"
"That's not a problem buddy! Your limits may be in academics, but you're really good in singing and playing guitar. Oh wait! I have an idea!"
"Hmm?"
"Pretty selfish, but if I help you with school, can you teach me how to sing?"
"Deal! I'll bring my guitar tomorrow."
"What I meant sing. Not guitar."
"But instruments can help you with your vocals right?"
"I think so..."
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"IDIOT! YOU ALMOST FELL OF THE EDGE OF THE TRAIN!" Pico scolded as he dragged Boyfriend a bit far from the edge. He quietly questioned on how such fast transportation never pierced through his enemy's slumber. But it looks like his thoughts put him to a temporary rest. Pico wasn't the trustworthy type, especially how he disconnects everyone from his life to focus on himself. But if it weren't for his consciousness and half-hearted sentiment, Boyfriend's journey would have ended in rails.
"Sorry. I was asleep. By the way, did a train pass by?" Boyfriend yawned while ruffling his cyan hair.
"Nope." And just that, silence fills between them once again. But luckily Boyfriend had much to say.
"Sooooo... what's your favorite music genre?"
"Oh. I love punk rock. Absolute bangers, especially Green Day." Pico added while giving his microphone to Boyfriend to adjust his pants.
"Ah yes, Green Day. I love rock as well, but better if with hip-hop. Bet you never knew Falling in Reverse."
"Amateur, he's literally one of the most well-known rock figures in hardcore genre. How could I not know when I've been in my headphones listening to lots of the good early 2000's."
A light-hearted conversation was then interrupted through Pico's instinct. He stood up and was in awe on what he heard next.
"The train! It's here!" He gleefully yelled, "C'mon bro, we're jumping like what I told you!"
"Not if I jumped first!" The train, swift as it can be, signaled Boyfriend to his leap of faith, accidentally leaving Pico behind. A second he felt proud as his shoes landed atop, but dropped once he looked behind to see Pico still on the other train.
"Shit!" Pico's anxiety triggered him to jump with no caution, that his foot twisted causing him to fall. "PICOOOOO!!!" Boyfriend reached for his hand, covered in sweat. Luckily, he placed Pico's microphone on his pocket while jumping, and his on hand, leaving his left hand free. "Boyfriend, use your strength to launch me at the platform."
"How?? I'm not that strong enough!!" Boyfriend doubted as he tried his best pulling Pico to his side.
"Don't worry, I'll use the force from my feet and my armed hand for support."
It was a struggle, but Pico landed safely on board. They then settled on a safe area, wiping the sweat off their hands to their pockets and simply chilling as 8pm becomes 9. It's bizarre for just a little singing battle to escalate into climbing trains and almost losing a life from one. After a while, they successfully arrived on the same spot where they began their rap battle. Everyone felt pooped, especially for Girlfriend who has been waiting for what seemed like forever.
"Where were you both?" Girlfriend woke up as she jumped down from her stereo.
"Somewhere..." Pico replied with a small smile from his face, as he prepares his leave. "I'm going now. You win, cyan jerk. I won't bother you again."
"When was the last time you ate?" Boyfriend interrupted as Pico plastered a blush on his face. "Does it concern you that much?"
"Maybe... maybe not. Our throats are dry as hell and I'm sure you used up all your energy on your wits and voice. C'mere, I'm buying you food."
"Fine. Fetch me a cheese pizza. Pure cheese. Nothing else." Pico faintly retorted as he sat on a nearby bench, gun and microphone on both sides.
"Aight." Boyfriend then went to a nearby pizza parlor to order food. 'I just hope he shares it, cuz i also love cheese pizza.'
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Ginger haired kid would've been lying if he didn't say that truly he was at full serenity with another head. But the questions keep pouring, as he locked himself in deep thought, digging his anarchic mind for what was left of years ago. From the history of casualties that some he remembered by name and heart, struck gold. Never had he ever forgotten years ago facing a crowd of kids his age and his teacher. One kid was at the spotlight, for he sang a song. The song itself was for the child, his friend, who stood in grief and sobs.
"Summer has come to pass, the innocent can never last... Wake me up, when September ends..."
The child was too busy weeping to comprehend what his friend was saying. A singer resonates with melodic words with their voice, thus they feel what it feels.
"Like my fathers come to pass, seven years have gone so fast... Wake me up, when September ends..."
'Father' seem to trigger larger waterfalls from the boy's eyes. He seems to understand what he meant now, although it was recent and not seven years ago, his father, or you could say his father's brother, left the world in agony after the explosion incident that occurred while the man worked independently in his workbench writing lyrics for a single. He was the reason why the weeping lad from before was here now, pursuing a music career and a girlfriend instead of his college.
"It's ok," he then whispered to his ear, "Boyfriend..." During that moment, drizzles from the sky penetrated the surface and the walls were slowly being covered with drips, but still he didn't stop.
"Here comes the rain again, falling from the stars... Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are.."
Not even their teacher interrupted, she was one with the silence as well as the others. But as the line finished, the boy ran out to a trip to the boy's cubicles, not giving two damns about the sickening smell of piss that awaits his visitation. "Where are you going?" the teacher asked concerned as she tried to reach for the child, until a hand stopped her.
"I can do this ma'am. He needs me more." he politely said as he then dashed to his direction. He found him in one of the cubicles, still in sobs.
"I know you're not pissing there, hey!" he kept banging the cubicle, "C'mon Boyfriend, we can talk kay? We have to hurry up or we're getting detention!" "Pico leave me alone! I don't care if I get detention! I just wanna cry about my uncle and nothing else!" Pico somehow innovated an idea of climbing up the cubicle to get his attention.
"You mean father?" he corrected him, "uhhh yes..." the cyan haired kid replied. He then engulfed Boyfriend in a hug, ruffling his hair to ease his misery.
"As my memory rests, but never forgets what I lost... Wake me up, when September ends..."
Boyfriend's heart, still heavy but slowly mellowed by Pico's singing, swiftly pecked his cheek and covered his face in embarrassment.
"Did you just kissed me?" Pico asked in shock, he was never ready for this yet, but his face speaks he never complained.
"Yeah I think... I'm just confused on how you still stick with me till this day. I don't know another way to repay, but I want to make sure you'll enjoy it. " Boyfriend still hot in tears, blushed tensely.
"I mean I call you Boyfriend, so what else?" Pico added as he playfully nudged his shoulder and then gave him a peck in his forehead. "You're so tiny awww"
"Not funny Pico" Boyfriend protested, but chuckled as well. "We're not grown-ups yet, so kissing to lips will sound gross, why not the cheeks instead?" "Are you sure, people might still find us as gross..." Boyfriend added with a worried expression, "So what if they care? It's their problem because they are heterosexual, ucky!" it made Boyfriend laugh.
"Why don't you finish your song while we head back to class Pico?" "Oh yeah, that's right. I'll do if that makes you happy. Besides, I'm sure your uncl- I mean father is proud of you. He's honestly better than your real father who wanted you to work in financing and calls your singing 'non-sensical' anyway."
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'Few days before the arson fell into place, I let Boyfriend visit my house after school to work on helping him in academics and learn how to sing from him in return. Once a Friday night meeting turned into some sort of a routine that never gets repetitive. Our last meeting... was on Friday night, the day before it all happened. And this bench, though invisible, I can picture the markings of where our little asses stayed put on. I was on the right, he on the left, both eating cheese pizza togethe-' his thoughts were interrupted with Boyfriend arriving with a box on his hands. "These are 8 slices, so that we can rationalize the food in half for each of us both, unless you're that gluttonous." Boyfriend said as he then sat beside Pico.
"I'm not a pig you imbecile..." Pico chuckled as he placed his left hand on the bench's top, nearing Boyfriend's cheek as he grabbed a slice of pizza.
"Now you looked like you were daydreaming of flirting with ladies weren't ya huh" Boyfriend joked around slurping the mozzarella from it's crust. "You're putting your there?" Boyfriend inquired while Pico threw his UZI in the trashcan, "Why not? It's not that I'm gonna leave it there anyway, lmao. Might be better to keep of firearms while having a casual conversation I guess." "Oh I see, anyways pls answer my question."
"About that, no. I'm no womanizer and I barely had any history of relationships. This was your first girlfriend right? Or first relationship?" "No. I had two in my history. My first one was..." Silence filled the air for in all seriousness, Boyfriend has not the foggiest idea on how to piece up his thoughts together. "Well uh...I seriously have no idea on how to phrase this."
"Nonono you're good. I'm curious but I won't budge k?" "Uh... alright...." Boyfriend then cleared his throat to gather up all his thoughts.
"The last time I saw him was when our school was on a mass shooting. I had to gather up the courage to traverse the corpses of my classmates and schoolmates, and I saw him, gun in hand, white orbs calling for help, but no help came. He was alone, room after room is where I could hear gunshots. We both locked eyes at each other while I was hiding in one of the lockers and he said..."
"Leave this school immediately and don't come back."
"I knew he never hated me, but I guess his eyes were still fixed on the field to bother anyway. And did I escape? Yes I did, although one of my suicidal friends tugged me to kill her, which I didn't. After that, mom and dad decided I were to transfer to a further school in this city. Every Friday night, I still went to the same place... alone. I just went there anyway just incase he might be waiting for me too." Boyfriend paused to reminisce and continued, " I haven't been able to go there more often because I was busy with my career, Girlfriend and my life path in general. Say Pico, you seem to be inquisitive, do you have an idea about who I'm referring to?"
"Well, I did had the same experience as well, but-" Pico felt like somewhere in him struck, he fell into depths of devastation. Who knows, he might be getting closer to his answer to his long-term problem. "I just wonder if that kid still remembers me. Heck, he's really good in singing and he was the reason why I am here." Once again, the silence filled the space between them. Piecing up the info the acquired from each other, they began brainstorming, digging for what was left, more strenuous their intellectual cogs rotated faster than their time on academic engagement.
"Pico, do you still hate me?" Boyfriend finally answered once again. Not the best conversationalist, but the minor hero in saving themselves from first-hand akwardness. "Kinda?? I mean I hate everyone so I have nothing to do about it... Why you ask?"
"Was it you from years ago?"
"Me?"
"The one who wield the gun and found me in the locker. I'm certain that he had ginger hair."
Pico finally gets it now, his memory has been blur lately, but the person, his Boyfriend, carved a path for him. He realized himself that he was the one, who was good in singing, keyboard tricks and the one who never hesitated to a dash out of the classroom after the incident of his uncle, a father to him. "The last time I cried was years ago. I could never cry because everyday I see doomsday and think of it. My wrath numbed what emotions I should have felt when I was miserable." He couldn't help it but engulf Boyfriend into a hug as his eyes watered. Touch wasn't his love language, or was it?
"I'm sorry for disconnecting with you. I thought it was for the better, but my desperation has reached it's peak. Disconnecting with you that day, meant disconnecting myself from everyone. All my friends were dead, and replaced with some goons with a Caribbean gangster fashion sense. I hated them, I hated my new teacher. I dropped school after defeating the Uber kids in Rock, Paper, Scissors Roulette and became an outsider. I bet you had your life easy didn't you?"
"My life wasn't as worse as yours, but not that good either. My dad was being passive aggressive to me, but not the worst. We just barely spoke ever since the incident. Both of them were too busy in financing to at least worry about me. They haven't even known I was a college drop out, and occasionally they would call me if I was doing fine in school... I never told them anything so far, although they knew I was on a relationship with girlfriend so things are ok I guess..."
"Well look how fucked up we are. Musicians really have much to sacrifice just to reach for their dreams don't they?"
"Haha yeah..."
"Oh yeah about what I said, I'm still pissed at you for leaving me, but I guess we can fix this together right?"
"Yes we can, but I gotta get ready for the next Friday. Girlfriend's mom is gonna challenge me." Boyfriend changed the topic to smoothen the atmosphere, and finally let go of Pico's hug. What a relief, they were both the answers both have been seeking for years.
"I'd help you, but man I'm pretty busy myself. I'll make sure to desert Daddy Dearest's plans. I have a new life coming for me and I don't want interruptions. But you and Girlfriend are free to interlude." Pico said sarcastically while raising both of his arms in a concaved sideward style.
"Understandable, have a nice day, Pricko!" Boyfriend taunted while playfully nudging Pico's shoulder.
"Whatever, beep boop skbap!" Pico mocked him playfully too while stealing his cap to ruffle that fluffy cyan hair, "I'm jealous that you took a bath more often."
"Why? First time? If you're gonna infiltrate some institution building, at least smell good."
"Pfft, like hell I would arson anyway. I take a bath once a day man."
"Well at least your smell is pleasant, with cigarettes anyway HAHA!"
"Oh, I'm a man Boyfriend, not a big boy. Now scoot off little prick!" Pico mocked while standing up to pick up his UZI from the trash can and then did something bizarre. Something that he wouldn't normally do. He wasn't flirty or even a babe, but his voice drunk by cigarettes was more than enough to pick up his hopeless romantic devotees from the streets. A peck to Boyfriend's cheek was how he returned the flavor from years ago. That time when Boyfriend did the same to his.
"What an idiot. Truly I love you too." Boyfriend gently felt his cheek where the kiss was implanted with a smirk on his face while eyeing on Pico's back behind him, disappearing as distance extends.