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Grian was late. It wasn’t the first time he was late, but he was still late. Xisuma texted him 20 minutes ago asking when he’d get there, and he hadn’t even left yet. So now he was really late. Xisuma was going to kill him if he even got there at this rate.
He wiggled through the busy and crowded streets of Hermitopia. It was a bustling city, the nation's biggest manufacturer for, well, everything. If you got to live in it, it was considered a blessing. Because most weren’t able to rent out any apartments in the city. On the outskirts of it were where most of the farms were. All clean energy since redstone had been found in the depths over 300 hundred years ago.
Grian held tightly to the backpack on his back. Despite all the perks of living here. The low crime rate, high job opportunities, great weather, and the superheros. It still didn’t stop a lot of mugging. It was a rich city, and no amount of superheroes could stop every robbery, mugging, threat, or mutant and hybrid trafficking that went on in the small print of all the city’s perks.
Grian had dirty blonde hair. It was messy, and not super well kept. It was washed often, and conditioned, but never styled. His pants were loose, but not baggy, and had a few rips in them. All brought together with his black studded boots (He had never fully grown out of that ‘bad boy’ phase he, his brother, and his cousin Joel had). He wore a massive, very oversized red sweater. It was one of his favorites, it hid his wings perfectly. Which was an important detail since being a hybrid was illegal here, and basically everywhere else. A detail he and his brother had to be constantly reminded of whenever there was “HotGuy strikes again! A new hybrid added to the sanctuary, to protect the common man!” Everytime that headline came up on the news, in the local paper, or on social media, it made him want to barf.
He had no problems with the hero himself, but it’s the fact he worked under the government. And always had that big friendly smile on his face whenever he was in one of the caught hybrid articles. His skin tight suit, and perfect body- Okay, he was getting too lost in thought. But who could blame him? Basically anybody who had the hots for men found the guy attractive. But unlike some people who could wish to be with him. Grian couldn’t, the man would turn him in if he just happened to see a feather on Grian’s delicately knitted, favorite red sweater.
He ran between people, there suddenly seemed to be a lot of people crowded around. Just as he always saw on the news, whenever there was an accident in the city. But he wasn’t even sure why. But either way he ran down the subway tunnel. He usually forgoed the subway, it was crowded, and dangerous. One too many times had he seen a mugging down here. Or a hybrid being trafficked for their traits, or a mutant being subdued. This place always puts him on edge. But he’d take it over being an hour late to his job, and getting lectured by his manager and fans.
But when he had gotten down there it was completely empty which was a bad sign. Even in the dead of night there was at least somebody down here. Weather they were sleeping, trading drugs, playing music wishing for a dollar to be dropped in their guitar case, or actually working here as a security manager (but they weren’t very good at their job obviously). So when he got down there, he put his guard down so much out of pure shock, his wings almost fell out of the end of his sweater.
“What..?” he questioned, looking around confused. What the hell was happening?! Suddenly everybody's favorite hero, beloved, for almost 20 years now, HotGuy, came running down the steps. He was in a skin tight leather suit that Grian always imagined how hard it must’ve been to get on and off. And totally never thought about helping the man take it off, he’d put some other clothes on, or preferably none at all, and then they’d climb in bed, wrapping his wings around him as they peacefully and happily drifted to sleep, or, y’know, do something more. But he never thought about that, never!
HotGuy’s suit was a black leather skin suit. It sometimes was a problem for mobility that it was so tight to his skin. But it was also stretchy enough where it wasn’t going to rip it he just bent over slightly. The person who made it had to be some tech genius to figure out how to make leather stretchy. The man had a mesh part in the center of his chest (making him more of a heart throb). The mesh was half light blue, and half orange. HotGuy’s signature colors. It had a seam of those colors around the symbol, that was ironically in a bird shape despite the amount of hybrid-busting the man did. There weren't sleeves to the suit, leaving his amazingly toned, muscular arms, free to see. Nobody knew if the suit was a 2 piece, split at the waist, or if it wasn’t. But despite that the lower half of it was the same, tight, material. It stopped around his mid thigh, but most of his legs were covered by long, black, sock-looking things. Much to Grian’s disappointment. He wore boots that had many buckles, clasps, and studs. His left boot was blue, and his right was orange like the symbol on his chest. And don’t even get him started on HotGuy’s face. Most of it was clear to see. He only had a blue and orange mask solely around his eyes, underneath was bright green eyes though, but that protected his identity. He had dark brown hair that made a messy man-bun in the back with a blue hair tie.
On his back was a long, black, cylinder, quiver holding black, metal arrows, some with light blue tips (That Grian had paid enough attention to the man to know those were arrows that had wire to pull him to the top’s of buildings like Spiderman’s webs). Some with dark blue tips (Which meant they were tranquilizers). Some with dark orange tips (normal arrows that could easily pierce your heart in one shot). And light orange ones (those also did nothing, and Grian knew it was dull so he could give them out to fan’s, usually little kids). Man what he would do for a signed HotGuy arrow, or even just an unsigned one.
Grian stared in awe as the hero skated down the metal railing that was separating the two halves of the staircase. He made eye contact with Grian, and all he could think about was all those dreams he had where HotGuy picked him up bridal-style and carried him to his house. Where he would kiss HotGuy before he got out of his arms, and then HotGuy would kiss him back, and then-. Which was definitely not what most of his dreams were. HotGuy would pick him up, take him to his apartment, where Grian would explain how bad of him it was to take hybrids and mutants off the streets and put them in labs. Yeah, definitely the second one.
“I-” HotGuy said, with some annoyance in his voice when he glanced at Grian. It was obvious that the avian wasn’t supposed to be there. HotGuy looked down the tunnel that stretched far across the city. Before accepting that whoever he was fighting was far enough away that he could safely get Grian out. He looked back at the man, shock filled his eyes only for a second, not long enough for Grian to notice. “You need to get out!” HotGuy instructed. Grian, who still had both of his hands on the black backpack straps, was frozen. It was fear per-se, maybe awe was the better term? He felt too stunned to move, not because of the impending danger, but because his biggest crush was right here.
“I need you to leave, now!” HotGuy re-instructed, it was in a demanding tone with a hint of worry, as he looked down the tunnel once again to see his enemy had drawn much closer than he anticipated. He looked back at Grian, and lunged himself at the man as the enemy had made his way into this subway stop. The walls cracked, the roof bent out on the surface.
Grian could see the man behind HotGuy, who has shielded the flying bits of concrete. He had green skin, so he was a creeper mutant, check. He had a metal arm, so bionic implants, makes sense. His left eye had metal skewed across his face, meaning the circle that glowed red, must have been his eye. He had black hair, as all creeper hybrids did. He had big, brown goat horns, coming through his hair. His white lab coat was wide open, showing lighter green skin that was obviously scars. Grian knew this guy, his villian name is The Goat Father. One of HotGuy’s main villains. One of the people Grian really despised since he was making a bad name for mutants and hybrids.
The mutant had a deep and booming voice, unmistakeable, with a thick accent on top, “HotGuy, I see we have a friend!” obviously referring to Grian. Grian just squinted at the man, his feathers puffed out, while still remaining under his sweater. It was a defense mechanism, look bigger. He puffed up his chest slightly, trying to be more intimidating. But nothing was going to really work unless he spread out his massive wings.
“Leave him out of this, Goat Father!” HotGuy snapped back, like they had this conversation thousands of times before.
The Goat Father let out a small, “hmm” before his metal bionic arm snapped it’s fingers and the goat mech he was standing on kicked over one of the support beams.
HotGuy pulled out his bow to shoot as The Goat Father. He reached for a dark blue arrow, Grian knew it was a tranquilizer. But he also knew it wouldn’t work well on the creeper mutant, because of the thick skin, and low blood, that made up a creeper hybrid. “Wait!” he called out, gaining HotGuy’s attention after he shot the arrow.
The Goat Father was hit straight on, and it pierced his arm. But the tranquilizer part didn’t work. Before HotGuy could do anything else though, he used the redstone coursing through his veins to control the goat mech by just raising his arm. The goat’s head lifted, breaking the ceiling. It kicked out another support beam, causing the rest to crack and split in half. Now he was truly going to be late.
HotGuy shouted, “GRIAN!” and grabbed the bird man. The avian freaked out because he hadn’t bound his wings that morning. But also HotGuy had his arms around him. HotGuy shielded Grian as the ground came down around them. Trapping them under a few pieces on concrete. HotGuy was just thankful he didn’t have to hold up the concrete pieces.
Grian pulled out his phone, seeing a few missed messages from Xisuma. He turned the flashlight on to look at HotGuy who was breathing heavily, but safe. Grian sighed, and texted Xisuma.
Grian: Might Be a little late-
And he set the phone, flashlight up in between himself and the hero. “Shittt!” HotGuy said, stretching out the word. He sounded annoyed, and tired of his job a little bit. Grian looked at him, thankful as hell that it was too dark for HotGuy to see his red face. “What’s up?” Grian asked, he sounded actually concerned. HotGuy looked at Grian, he made his voice purposefully sound slightly deeper than normal, “I have somewhere I’m going to be really late too now.”
Grian giggled before saying, “Same, I was already late to mine. Now my manager is going to kill me!”
HotGuy gave a friendly smile before he looked up at the small amount of natural light poking through, “Sorry you got trapped under here G'.” HotGuy said.
Grian looked confused, how did HotGuy know his name? But he also couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. “It’s fine, I should’ve ran away when I had the chance.” Grian looked up, and then back at the hero, “How’d you know my name?”
HotGuy scrambled, he quickly said, “Oh- well- I- Uhh.. My friend!” not putting on the fake voice. He obviously didn’t realize he had addressed Grian with his own name.
Grian tilted his head, very confused, “huh?” he questioned, staring at HotGuy who looked very nervous suddenly. Like this was a bigger deal than the Goat Father. “Oh Y’know! M-My friend knows you and has told me about you!”
“Who? Taurtis?” Grian asked, and HotGuy opened his eyes and shook his head. “Jimmy..?” HotGuy shook his head, more disappointed this time. “Scott..?” Grian questioned, squinting more each time he offered a name. “No! Scar.” HotGuy said, with ease. Grian’s eyebrows rose, Scar was his coworker, and friend. He didn’t realise the man thought highly enough of him to tell Hotguy who he was! “O-Oh! I.. Uh..” Grian scrambled, and HotGuy chuckled, sounding quite similar to Scar.
HotGuy tried to switch the conversation to something else, “So, where were you going?” he asked. Sending Grian into a slight panic. He was going to the Ariana Griande concert, as the main act. But he didn’t even tell Taurtis, his best friend, that he was Ariana Griande. He wasn’t just about to tell his biggest (and only, ever) crush that. “I was going to see Ariana Griande preform! Her music is pretty good!” he said, with a very unconvincing smile. But it was too dark to see anyways.
HotGuy’s eyebrows raised in surprise, it was clearly not the answer he had expected. “O-Oh! I was actually going there to give a speech!” Grian’s expression was steady, but he was surprised, that was a detail Xisuma had not mentioned! He smiled “C-Cool!” he was really trying to not stutter.
“Do you want me to take you there?” HotGuy asked casually, he couldn’t see his face though. “YES!” Grian shouted, quickly, and without hesitation. HotGuy flinched, not expecting the quick answer. Grian noticed this and he started to freak out, “I- Uhh.. I just really don’t want to be more late! M-My friend who’s waiting for me is probably annoyed I-I’m not there!”
HotGuy chuckled like they were old friends. “Yeah, makes sense.” And Grian nodded, thankful HotGuy believed that. Grian could hear some voices start to talk outside, so they were being freed. “D-Do you want anything? I feel bad that you're trapped down here with me..” HotGuy said, sounding disappointed. Grian desperately wanted to tell him, ‘no I love being down here with you. I want to be stuck here always as long as you're here with me.’ But he wouldn’t make a fool of himself. “C-Can I have one of your arrows..? I-I’m honestly a pretty big fan..”
HotGuy’s face turned from somber to surprised. Like he hadn’t expected Grian to ask that. Which made sense, since Grian had never really mentioned his HotGuy obsession to Scar. That was Taurtis and Jimmy’s inescapable fate. “Sure! Which color?” he asked with a smile, reaching back in his quiver. “I know the light orange ones are the ones for fans.” Grian clarified, looking away and pushing some of his loose, messy, dirty blonde hair behind his ear.
HotGuy looked at him, with an unreadable expression, “Well usually it’s only kids who ask. And I can’t exactly give them a tranquilizer arrow.” Then he laughed, it sounded like he was nervous but happy. “O-Oh! I guess a dark orange one..?” Grian asked, fully blushing and red. Thank Joel for the terrible lighting.
HotGuy grabbed one of the dark orange arrows from his quiver. They all had a slightly different tip (beside the color) so he could recognize which one is which when he reached over his shoulder. He handed it to Grian, and then the massive redstone machinery opened up the roof. Grian’s wings tried to reach around to cover his blushing face, but he forced them to stay in place. He grabbed the phone off the floor, missing more texts and calls from Xisuma now. He turned the flashlight off, which was more giving them light to see the ceiling than their faces.
HotGuy stood up, slightly shaking as he did. And offered a hand down to Grian. Grian slipped the phone into his pocket, and gripped onto the arrow with both hands like it was going to be ripped away from him by the Goat Father. The avian finally let one hand go from the arrow and grabbed Hotguy’s hand to stand up.
His hands were strong, and could’ve easily crushed Grian’s hand. Him being an avian made his bones hollow, so they weren’t super strong already. “You might want to put that in your backpack before we take off.” HotGuy explained, still sounding friendly. Grian nodded and pulled one of his arms out of the strap to pull it around to his front. It was just a simple black backpack with some different keychains like a set of red, yellow, and blue feathers. Another keychain with just a golden yellow one. He had a small keychain that was a red stone. Along with a Ariana Griande pin. And a few different Hotguy ones.
He slipped the arrow into the backpack, and pulled it back onto his back. When he looked up at Hotguy he nodded. The man was pretty tall, probably atleast another 6 inches above Grian. Who was pretty short. Hotguy smiled at him, and looked at the workers around him. He chose to look around and smile, then wave at a little boy that reminded Grian of Jimmy when he was a kid.
Then suddenly Hotguy grabbed Grian by the waist, making him jump slightly. Grian repositioned his wings quickly, trying to make them as un-obvious as he could. “This okay..?” Hotguy whispered to him. Grian looked up, not even caring about the plenty of red shades that covered his face. He said, “yeah.” to Hotguy, trying to be as calm sounding as he could manage, with his heart about to explode. If he had chocolate right now, it definitely would explode.
Hotguy then grabbed a light blue tipped arrow. He loaded it up in his custom HotGuy bow that folded up and rested on his side. And then he shot it, the wire came out of it and pulled him and Grian into the air.
Grian wasn’t afraid of heights, he knew if it were a life or death situation he could save himself. But he still pretended to be scared so he could wrap his arms around Hotguy’s neck. With the hero’s arm wrapped around his waist. And in no time Hotguy and him landed at the venue.
They landed outside the venue, near the back. Xisuma was waiting for Grian. And was visibly shocked when he saw HotGuy carrying Grian. He sat the avian down to the ground before they both let go of each other. The touch stayed longer than it would have if it was completely platonic, but Grian was so happy he barely even noticed. HotGuy backed up slightly and said, “Well next time I see you I’ll give you a different color arrow!” before he stepped through the backstage door.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Xisuma shouted, approaching Grian. Xisuma was in a long sleeves puffy green shirt, with a short sleeve gray overshirt that was thinner than the green one. His pants were some black slacks. And he had black dress shoes. His hair was brown, and short. And he had purple eyes.
Grian awkwardly laughed, “Sorry I’m late! Got trapped in the subway with HotGuy!” Xisuma knew Grian was a fan of HotGuy, he had mentioned it a few times to him over lunch or back in their college years. So he knew Grian was internally freaking out about the meeting. But he didn’t know the massive crush the avian had on him.
“Okay, that might be an acceptable excuse!” his manager said, walking up to him and pushing him, “But get ready! You're on in 35 minutes!”
“35?!” the avian shouted, running through the backdoors, and straight into the dressing room labeled ‘Ariana Griande’. He pulled off his backpack as he was locking the door.
He grabbed the fake chest out of his backpack and took his shirt off. He grabbed the bandages and quickly wrapped up his wings. It hurt, and the roots of his wings weren’t happy with him, but it was a small price for freedom. He did a lower quality job wrapping his wings than usual. His red, yellow, blue, striped feathers weren’t all laying the correct way and it wasn’t comfortable. But he knew that part took a while so he had to do it as quick as possible.
He then slipped the fake chest over it and smoothed out any wrinkles in it. He put on a tight pink top, that showed the fake chest’s cleavage. It had white lace on the edges. And he put on a pink mini skirt that went down to his mid-thighs.
He was able to leave on the studded boots he wore over though. As an equalizer of color, and not a pink overload. He grabbed the hair clip that matched his own hair color. And he applied some light makeup, which usually he would do more of. He had white eyeliner with sparkling pink eyeshadow. Pink lipstick, and blush in the same shade.
He clipped the hair piece in securely as he heard a knock on the door. Grian walked over, and opened it, it was Xisuma. Xisuma looked him up and down before saying, “You're gonna turn me gay dude.” Making Grian laugh. Xisuma smiled and checked his wrist watch, “You're on in like 3 minutes, that’s impressive.” And Grian smiled, usually it took him an hour (atleast) to get ready.
Grian stepped on stage, he shifted his wings slightly under the rubber chest and bandages, just making it worse. He groaned before the mics turned on and the lights focused in on him. This part of his job was normal, to be expected. He cleared his throat, ready to speak in his high-pitched voice that he had grown quite used to. He had done this hundreds of times before in the past 7 years of having this job. But when he looked across the crowd, he spotted Hotguy in the back. He was sitting next to the doorway into the club they were in. Surprising Grian, and making him blush slightly. But he tried not to focus in on it.
About mid-way through the show HotGuy jumped up and up onto the stage, shocking the crowd, since most of them didn’t see him, he probably sat down later than everybody else, and it was a dark area. He grabbed Grian around his waist, and smiled at him. He danced with Grian around the stage, making everybody in the audience freak out with excitement. They were 2 of the biggest figures in the city, besides Ren.
When they got backstage, after the show. HotGuy smiled at Grian, “You looked amazin’ out there!”
Grian smiled stupidly at the simple flirt, “Clearly, you couldn’t keep your hands off me!”
HotGuy chuckled, smiling with a friendly smile as always, “Of course! I couldn’t resist dancin’ with somebody as beautiful as you!”
The simple, and probably just friendly flirting made Grian blush so hard. He loved this whole day, and wasn’t sure what he did to deserve it all. But he was harshly reminded of the wings on his back by the uncomfortable, itching, painful misplaced feathers on his back. He just had to be cursed didn’t he. Maybe the day was a punishment so he knew his place of never being able to start a relationship with his crush.
“S-sorry.. I-I have to go!” Grian barely got out, rushing to his door. Tears started to form in his eyes. He tried to brush them away, trying to think of the arrow he had gotten from his crush. He ripped the hair clip out of his head, accidentally pulling some of his own hair out. He chirped, but he tried to bury it down so it wasn’t obvious.
He took the rubber chest off, it wasn’t easy to do since he was sweating on stage, but it was fine. He still was able to pull it over his head. The bandages came undone as he pulled it off. And he just spread them out. A few tears had escaped his eyes by now. He was a mess.
Grian backed up against the door, and just slid down, with his back against it. His wings were out on either side of him. And he couldn’t stop himself from pulling his knees up to his chest and was starting to cry.
He knew he would never be able to be with HotGuy, never have a chance because of the wings on his back. But that was before he had even talked to HotGuy. He’s a superhero, and everybody else in the city also had a crush on the guy. And many of them didn’t meet him either, and if they did, he probably interacted with them in the same way. But he was so friendly with Grian, he couldn’t help but think he had a small chance. But he could never have that chance with him.
He stayed in this pitiful state for a few minutes, until he got a facetime call from Jimmy. He answered, probably looking helpless. He was curled up on the floor with his wings out on either side and not shirt on. Not to mention that he was in a bright pink skirt, and had tear tracks on his face.
“I heard you had an interaction with HotG-” Jimmy stopped once he noticed Grian’s pitiful state. “What’s wrong..?” Grian pulled his free hand up to his face, trying to wipe the tears off his face with his palm. “I-I..” he tried to say, failing. Instead he just moved his wings up and down. “Do you need me to preen them when you get home?” Jimmy, his younger brother asked. Grian nodded, “HotGuy..” he mumbled.
“I saw you talked to him as Grian, and Ariana Griande! That's so cool!” Jimmy said with a smile. Grian shook his head, and he could hear somebody talking to Jimmy on his side of the phone. “You can talk to me all about it at home. I’m off soon.” Jimmy said sympathetically, waiting for Grian to respond. All he did was nod in response. Jimmy smiled at him, but still looked worried, “I love you..”
Grian looked up at the camera for the first time during the call, and said, “I love you too Tim..” and the call was hung up. Grian looked around, and slowly stood up. He walked to the center of the room and stretched his wings out. Then he pulled them back in, folded up in a heart shape. He put his sweater on, and then changed out of the pink skirt and into the pants he was wearing earlier.
He stuffed his clothes into the backpack he carried around, taking the arrow out. He decided to keep a hold of it on his way home instead of putting it into his already crammed backpack.
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When Grian got home, he walked into his apartment and closed the door. He glanced at the kitchen where Scott was standing with a cup of coffee. “Aren’t deer supposed to hate that stuff?” he asked while walking by. Scott shrugged, “Yeah, but it’s too good.”
Scott was a deer hybrid, he had horns that he always shaved down, so they weren’t noticeable unless you combed through his blue hair. His eyes were a similar shade of blue. And he was in a dull green hoodie that had some nature reserve name on the front. His sweat pants were black, and baggy. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, but he had blue socks. And he had a deer tail coming out of the end of his spine. If you ever saw him with short sleeves or shorts, you’d know he had white spots on his upper arm and his thighs.
Grian rolled his eyes as he stretched out his wings to fly up to his loft in their apartment. He and Jimmy used to live in a smaller apartment somewhere else in town, but when Scott moved in they moved to a bigger one. It was one of the top floors in a tall building, not one of the tallest buildings obviously, but a tall one. There was an entire wall of windows out into the city. Which was where the living room was, with a computer on the other side of the long room. Next to the door was the kitchen, blocked in by counters. Above where the computer was, was a loft that belonged to Grian. It didn’t have walls, just a railing with a curtain. There was plenty of room to stand up there and even a bathroom that connected to it, which is where his bed was. In the back of the apartment was a 2nd bathroom that Jimmy and Scott shared along with their bedroom. The loft had a rope ladder, mainly for guests or Scott when he dared to climb up there. But Grian always flew up, it was one of the few times he got to fly.
He sat his backpack against the wall and carefully laid the arrow on a self that totally didn’t have a HotGuy calendar next to it. He took his sweater off and instead put on a ‘Mumbo for Mayor’ shirt that he had cut holes into the back of for his wings. It was a shirt back from highschool, and it sometimes brought back bad memories. But he always buried them down, since it was one of his comfiest shirts.
“Is Jimmy home?” Grian asked while leaning over the loft railing. “Yeah, he’s in the bedroom.” Scott responded from the kitchen.
Then suddenly Jimmy came out of the bedroom, “Okay, whats the damage?” meaning why Grian called him, and how his feathers were.
Grian flew down from the loft and landed on the dark blue couch. With his wings over the back. Jimmy stepped up behind him and started combing through the macaw colors feathers with his fingers. “Your wings look terrible, but that isn’t why you were crying, was it?” Jimmy questioned, delicately rearranging the feathers.
Grian shook his head, “I-I talked to HotGuy.. And it gave me hope, and then I remembered I can’t get with him ever, even if he likes me.” his eyes started to water as he was talking.
Scott came over to listen to what was happening, and to comfort Grian. “Look, I’m not the biggest love expert. But if he likes you, he won't care about the wings.”
“You're a bigger love expert than me! You have Jimmy!” Grian shouted, it sounded like he was teasing more than complaining. But when he said it it made Jimmy blush slightly.
Scott laughed lightly before he said, “Well, still. And if you do get a chance with him, then don’t tell him about the wings at first. Maybe wait a month or two?”
Grian just groaned, his wings moving slightly. He lifted his hands up to his face to rest his face on them, and his arms on his knees. He thought about their conversations for a moment before saying, “Did you know Scar knows him?”
Scar had been over a few times, often helping Grian with work. If they hung out as friends, and not coworkers, it was often out of the house. Because Jimmy and Scott would pester Grian about how Scar looked at him and it seemed he had a crush on the avian.
“Really? How do you know that?” Jimmy asked, pulling out a feather that was completely out of place. Making chirp at the sudden movement. “He told me, that's how he knew my name. Apparently Scar talks to him about me..” Grian mumbled.
Scott laughed like he was about to spill the entire school’s secrets at a sleepover. “Because he likes you! I’ve told you this a thousand times!”
Grian rolled his eyes, “No he doesn’t! If he did he would’ve told me by now!”
Scott shook his head and took a sip of the steaming hot coffee in his hands. “Whatever.” he said, walking back to the kitchen.