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`` Here we go. A COMMUNICATIONS ONESHOT. I will be taking SOME requests, not every request.. maybe. :P anywho, here's my rules.. ``
1. I will n ot make Kennith x Greg or anything like that.
2. No NSFW of course.
3. I probably will make Simon only homophobic but not like how GHOST made him so I don't get canceled or anything plus like.. the other shit gives me ick.. I'll still make Simon toxic ofc. xoxo
4. Some of the stories will be short or long, depending on the plot but don't expect everything to be long.
5. This will not be canon from how they act, they might act really different which I'm sorry/
6. Headcanons are allowed!! I might include mine for the first chapter.
7. And lastly, no OCs. Sorry. Only canon characters.
Enjoy this piece of shit that'll probably rot away in two days.
Chapter 2: `` Problems. ``
Summary:
`` This chapter revolves around Greg Hoffman, a man who works alone at a Gas Station in the middle of nowhere, where people don't go to as much unless if they're on a road trip and need gas. He doesn't really go out of the world, like going to parties like any other 20 year olds would. Greg finds it useless, being of course he was a highschool dropout. Besides that, he wishes to own a RV and travel soon. But for now he is stuck in the Gas Station, minding his own. Lately, Greg hasn't been the best. He feels drained, his body hurting more and feeling tired in a sick way. It could be from his smoking, which he does a lot and drink to ease the stress. Kennith tends to ask him about the issue, but Greg never gave him a clear answer. He isn't too nosy into Greg's issues, but he sometimes gets curious. Kennith, himself has issues but of course it was his and not anybodys. Although, Kennith does appear to be open a lot, Greg doesn't, he even is mostly stubborn about it. ``
Notes:
`` NOTES. ``
`` This is not canon, this is mostly how I view it from mind.``
`` No ships.``
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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[ `` Greg Hoffman was in his Gas Station, sitting in the back where the storage was. It was packed to the brim with boxes of products like cereal, beer, and whatever else was there. He was reading a magazine that came out a few months ago, that contained stuff like local gas prices dropping, modeling, and other stuff. Greg flipped a few pages, finding a crossword puzzle on a page that was dessert related. He sighed, closing the magazine and crinkling it aside before digging into his jean pocket and pulling out a half empty pack of cigarettes. He took one out of its slot, before digging for his lighter. Greg took the lighter out, it was a blue lighter, pretty basic. Greg flicked the lighter a few times, before triggering the insides that started a small fire, he put the tip of the cigarette in his mouth, before hovering the lit lighter under it to light up. After it lit up, Greg let go of the lighter so the fire went away, before placing it in his jeans pocket. Greg took a deep puff, before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaling the smoke from his mouth. Greg coughed into his shoulder, before he heard the Gas Station's glass doors open, with the bell being triggered as it started to ring. Greg coughed again, he kicked his desk chair over to where the open door is from the storage room to peek who was there. `` ]
`` Uh Greg? Where the fuck are you? ``
[ `` Greg let out a groan in pain, as he slowly stood up and wobbled. He placed the cigarette in his mouth, grabbing a brown beer bottle that was half filled he was drinking. Greg walked out of the storage room and to the counter that was crowded with items like candy. Greg's dark brown eyes glared at Kennith, his eyes were a glossy red color with dark eyebags. He looked awful, like he barely took care of himself a lot. `` ]
`` Hey kid. ``
[ `` Greg coughed loudly, a wheeze escaped out of his mouth which sounded gross. He took a drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his nose which made Kennith cough. He reached and itched his self harm scars that were on his thighs, which stinged a lot. Kennith mumbled an 'ow' before he looked back up at Greg, with a irritated facial expression. `` ]
`` Greg you sound worse than last time, what are you even doing.. You sound sick like a corpse or some scary shit. Just saying. ``
`` Why do you care so much, kid? I'm fine, you should worry for yourself. You cut yourself and unstable, I'm not. ``
`` I care because nobody cares for me. So? And you're suffering too like I am with smoking and drinking, which we both suffer together. ``
`` You made no sense. ``
[ `` Kennith's eyebrows furrowed out of anger, clearly getting pissed over Greg being stubborn and being rude. He rolled his eyes, before setting his hands on the cold counter before leaning forward. `` ]
`` Well I also care because you're the only person I can talk to about my problems. Which nobody else listens to me. Why are you pushing my fucking questions aside!? ``
`` KENNITH. God, you ALWAYS ask.. Why can't you understand I don't wanna speak about my feelings.. ``
[ `` Kennith sighed, he went behind the counter and stood beside Greg. `` ]
`` I want you fine too, okay? That's all I want. And plus I can't lose you, even though nobody cares about me but..-- ``
`` Kid, I do care. I-- I just struggle with showing my emotions, because I don't know how to react? Don't assume that with others too. ``
[ `` Kennith squinted at Greg, thinking for a moment about what to say. He looked around the Gas Station, which looked dirty and the lights were dimmed. Glass bottles of beer were scattered on the floor, some were broken, some weren't. The place smelled awful, probably from Greg smoking and other stuff like mold. Kennith looked back at Greg, who was taking drags from his cigarette and drinking beer before tossing the bottle aside and grabbing a new one. `` ]
`` Can I get a beer? ``
[ `` Greg slowly nodded, he kneeled down and picked up a bottle of beer, handing it to Kennith. The bottle felt warm, since it was only in a box. He grabbed a bottle opener, popping the tab off of the bottle before taking a drink. `` ]
`` Thanks, Greg. I needed a bottle of beer anyways. ``
[ `` Kennith sat on the counter, as his legs dangled off of the ground. `` ]
`` Did you get a new jacket or something? Looks cool. ``
`` Oh-- Stephanie made it for me.. I guess it's a 'friendship gift'..? ``
`` Haha, how nice of her. See, she wants to be your friend. She gave you a gift. ``
`` I guess. ``
[ `` The jacket was pink and blue, with a mix of white. It was half-way covered with patches with different designs, like peace signs or cheesy quotes. Kennith messed with the cuffs, rolling them down to cover his arms. `` ]
`` So kid, how's school working out for you? Anything new? ``
`` No.. Just the same bitches who nag on me and bully me. ``
[ `` Kennith scoffed from being annoyed, he was still being bullied at school. Of course, nobody liked him besides Stephanie.. Which was better than nobody. `` ]
`` Damn, sorry about that kid. You should fight them, beat their asses. ``
`` I would but I'm not risking being hurt by my parents or being suspended. ``
`` Well yeah.. That's why I dropped out. ``
`` Did your parents even find out about it? ``
[ `` Greg shrugged, coughing loudly.. Which he looked at his hand, that was slightly covered in blood. `` ]
`` Holy shit.. Dude you need to seriously go to a hospital. ``
`` Kid, no.. I'm fine. I can't afford going to one anyways, I'll just let it heal on its own. ``
[ `` Heal on its own? Kennith was confused, raising a eyebrow in confusion. `` ]
`` What. ``
`` Nothing-- Nevermind. ``
[ `` Kennith finished his bottle of beer, setting it in a empty trash can before picking at his wrist, which was now sore from the itching he always does when he's bored or stressed out. `` ]
`` Kid stop that. ``
[ `` Greg slapped Kennith's hand, which caused him to flinch and stop. `` ]
`` Sorry. But you're gonna get an infection. ``
[ `` Kennith sighed, he looked up to find a clock, but there was none insight. He started to chew on his nails, biting them till they were raw out of boredom. `` ]
`` Y'know kid.. I hate to say this since you struggle with the same thing, but sometimes I just wanna kill myself, like y'know.. Take a gun to my head or hang myself. I mean hell, I'm just rotting away and nobody knows who I am besides you and Stephanie. ``
[ `` Kennith looked up, shocked from Greg's words that were suddenly so.. Out of character for Greg. He knew Greg wouldn't wanna kill himself, even though Kennith himself did but.. `` ]
`` Wh-- Why? You don't struggle with family problems or bullying like I do? ``
`` Kid I know that, I struggled too with school. That shit pins to your skin like a stitch.. Or a fucking piercing. You get what I mean? ``
[ `` Kennith's responses was a shrug. `` ]
`` Well don't kill yourself at least.. Me and Stephanie need you. ``
`` You kids can find someone better than me. I'm just a man in his 20s trying to save for a RV so I can travel.. ``
`` Greg! You don't get it at all?! We find you cool, remember when we went to the movies? That was fun, besides me sneaking out and almost getting out but that doesn't matter. ``
`` It was nice, Kid.. But y'know, sometimes you gotta let go. ``
[ `` Kennith shook his head, denying. He always did let go, but he couldn't let go of losing Greg. He all of the sudden got up and hugged Greg tightly. Greg stumbled, catching his balance. He was shocked from the sudden hug, he froze. Greg didn't know what to do, should he hug him back? It's been so long since he received a hug.. Greg's chest felt heavy all of the sudden, as if his emotions were being mixed around and overfilling. His lips trembled, trying to keep the emotions in. Good god, it would be embarrassing to fall apart infront of someone. Kennith looked up. `` ]
`` Are you gonna cry? I see your eyes watering, plus your eyes are more red.? ``
[ `` Greg shook his head as in no, but of course it was a lie. His chest grew more heavy, as a few tears fell down his ashy skin. Greg wiped the tears. He sniffled, now slowly falling apart emotionally. His head lowered, his dirty blonde hair hovering over his face. Kennith looked up, still hugging onto him. Greg started to sob, as he hugged Kennith back. The hug felt warm, despite the Gas Station being extremely cold. Kennith himself felt sad, which was a bit rare. He patted Greg on the back, trying to sooth him which Kennith wasn't so good at. `` ]
`` Y'know kid.. You're not.. bad. You're a good friend.. honestly. ``
[ `` Greg patted Kennith on the head, as more tears rolled down his face. `` ]
`` No. You are, Greg. You care for me a lot, hell, you let me smoke and drink which nobody will let me which is fucking awesome. ``
[ `` A small smile curved over Greg's face. He let go after a while. He deeply inhaled, exhaling. `` ]
`` Well? ``
`` Hm. ``
`` How about we go to that new burger place that opened? Stephanie told me about it and showed me pictures from the menu, it looks really good. I'm pretty sure she has money too. ``
`` Haha, sure. I'll go. ``
Notes:
`` Gahh-- I'm sorry about how poorly written this is. I was so proud of it until it made no sense. :"D I might rewrite to make it better because I know I'll probably have people on my ass about how bad it sounds.. Hah. anyway. ``