Growing Together

PickRome: Friends

Best Friends. 

Brothers.

Those two words kept tormenting Prosche. They had been brothers to one another since middle school, and since then they had shared every thought and worry with the other. So, this secret Emma and Rome—though really it was threatened by P'Oh—was killing him slowly to keep. He had been avoiding the very person he called, best friend. All because he knew he was loose-tongued. He may or may have not cried into Emma's arms about the whole ordeal that was straining his friendship with Pick—he wasn't proud of that.

He hadn't seen Pick in so long until the man had decided to kidnap him from Emma's front door and drag him out to their usual hangout with their group of friends. With every passing minute he was growing even more nervous, neither of them had spoken other than to ask for a drink when the waitress had come around to their table.

"What the fucks wrong with you?" Pick had asked with no real heat behind his words. If anything he had been just as worried as Porsche. It was one thing for his friend to disappear to take care of his kid and girlfriend but to completely go MIA on him, was so unlike him.

Porshe had only sighed out before he was turning to look at Pick with the most miserable look he had ever seen him have. He had opened his mouth to speak but he had only forced it closed. "I can't say," Porsche had settled for before he was looking away from his friend in fear the confusion in his eyes would just have his mouth rolling with the confession at the tip of his tongue.

"Because...?" Pick asked confused before he was grinning to himself, "Had a fight with Emma again? Or with Oh?" He asked curiously, since the only times he had seen his friend make a face like that it usually involved one of the two.

Porsche had only frowned before shaking his head as he simply said, "with Rome."

Now, that had Pick losing his smile and furrowing his brows. "What do you mean you fought with Rome?" Pick asked as the tone in his voice got a little too dangerously low, "When did you even see him?" He asked not remembering any conversation with Rome that had involved any incident with his friend.

"I'm not supposed to say...." Porsche muttered to himself before he was letting out a loud frustrated sigh, "I can't take it anymore!!!!!!!" he blurted out as he banged his hands on the table before he was turning towards Pick—startling him in the process.

"Why the fuck are you yelling!?" Pick said only irritated as he was moving back and away from his friend.

"Don't freak out, okay?" Porsche said holding his hands out as if it would help keep Pick calm. "Are you calm?"

"What the hell....if you don't start talking, I won't be." Pick said furrowing his brows even more.

"Rome's pregnant!" Porsche said before covering his mouth as if he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. Oh man, the inner panic he was having had him standing in case he needed to catch his friends when he exploded—because that was sure to come.

Pick had just raised a brow at him before he was saying, "And?"

"And it's yours," Porsche said before he was waiting for his friend to freak but when he hadn't he had just yelled himself, "Why aren't you saying anything?! Why aren't you freaking out?! I'm freaking out!"

Pick had only laughed before he said, "I knew."

"You knew? How?!" Porsche asked a little too bewildered as he fell back into his seat ignoring the stares he had earned himself.

"How could I not, Rome is so petite, it was strange seeing him suddenly wear baggier clothes than usual. Besides. I followed him and P'Oh to the clinics. I'd be stupid to overlook the places they visited," Pick said rubbing at his neck uncomfortable with the memories. He wasn't proud of the things he did nor the things that had crossed his mind at first to get to that conclusion first. "Is this why you've been avoiding me?" Pick asked honestly.

"Yup." Porsche said stupidly as he nodded his head once.

"You-...!" Pick had hissed wanting to punch his friend but had only smacked his own forehead, "Can you stop doing that then? I don't know shit about raising a kid and I don't want to leave everything to Rome." He confessed.

Porsche couldn't help but get this stupid look on his face as he coed at the man in front of him, "I'm going to call the cops."

"If you keep joking like that, I'll give you a better reason to call the cops," Pick had said kicking Porsche chair under the table.

"I'm a dad, how can you think of leaving my son an orphan?" Porsche had frowned.

"Trust me, Phana is better off without you. Dick..." Pick countered, letting the last word fall off his lips in a whisper. They had already disturbed the ambiance in the restaurant enough as it was.

He wasn't entirely sure how they had dropped the jokes, but eventually, they had managed to be serious enough to talk about kids and then their upcoming graduation in the spring. Arthit—the name his father had given his unborn son—should be born around that time and he knew Rome had no plans of taking a semester off. He wanted to be prepared so that he didn't need to depend too much on Rome. He wanted Rome to rely on him and be able to focus on his classes, but his friend was being a little shit. 

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A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say something real quick to the readers of this story. 
I know that the side couples aren't very relevant to the PeteKao/SunMork storyline, but thank you for taking the time to read their stories until now. I wanted to include them because I have plans for them all. Although, right now the main story is PeteKao—and they are the couple who is most anticipated—I wanted to include bits and pieces of the side couples' lives for later purposes. Also, I know I suck at updating >A< ...I just trying to piece it in an order that would make sense, but originally the story bounced back and forth in time lol. I didn't want anyone to be confused by the sudden switches in time, so I'm sorry it's taking a while >.< ~!
Thank you for reading :D !