Without Him || FNF angst (Pico/BF/GF) poly

Pre

The hip-hop trio was well known throughout the states and beyond. Their fame had risen far above anyone's expectations. As teenagers, still living on the east coast, the trio dropped their debut album, "Gettin' Freaky". It was well-received, blasting the artists from poverty to immense wealth overnight. Jumping at the opportunity to move, they left Pico's shitty apartment behind and purchased a mansion in L.A.; all of their hard work had paid off.

Regularly, the hip-hop trio was halted in public by fans or interviewers, to which BF was always polite- hugging fans, posing for pictures, answering questions, anything he could do to "spread the love". Having been a fanboy most of his life, BF understood where his fans were coming from when they cried tears of joy or squealed from excitement. Though he was far too modest to admit it, BF was the face of the band, being the main vocalist and all.
GF, one of BF's partners, was also loved by fans. She had over thirty million Instagram followers who eagerly waited for band updates and other posts. Admired for her beauty and down-to-earth personality, GF was often approached by talk show producers and journalists begging for interviews. She was acknowledged as a positive influence for young girls, which meant a lot to her. Often providing keyboard licks and vocals, GF was undeniably a crucial part of the hip-hop-trio.
Pico also provided necessary services to the band. Contrasting BF's high singing voice, Pico's voice was deep and powerful, resonating with many listeners. He had more spunk than his partners, earning a special place in the hearts of many fans. The attention he received was bittersweet; though he found it endearing, he hated being stopped in public.

Floating in one of his hot-tubs, BF hummed a familiar melody to himself. Eager to please their fans, the trio had been working hard on another album, only taking breaks when they burned themselves out. Besides the hot-tub, GF was live on Instagram with twenty-thousand viewers. She showed off her new flashtreck boots and interacted with fans. Occasionally turning the camera to her boyfriend, who continued to mindlessly float in the hot-tub, GF giggled. BF looked so bizarre; wearing his black swim trunks and white millionaire-shades, he remained still as the sultry hot-tub water engulfed the greater half of his body.
After about twenty minutes, GF grew too nervous to continue the live-stream. Staring at her unmoving boyfriend was no longer amusing, but frightening. She quickly said goodbye to her fans and closed Instagram. Ignoring the swarm of notifications she was receiving, GF hurried over to the hot-tub to check on BF. Unable to tell if BF was awake, she poked him in the belly. Immediately, the boy flinched, pulling his navel into the water with the rest of his torso. GF exhaled loudly.
BF rectified his posture, pulling from the warm embrace the water provided. Standing before his girlfriend, BF pushed his shades on top of his light blue hair, exposing his eyes to the sun's harsh rays. Setting his gaze on GF's face, he smiled. "Hey Babe," He greeted, "What's up?". In response, GF grinned, chuckling nervously.
"You were so still, I thought you died or something." She admitted while hugging herself. BF gawked at his adorable girlfriend.
"Aw, GF." He reached over the hot-tub wall to put a hand on GF's shoulder, quickly pulling it back when he realized his skin was wet, and GF was wearing some kind of Gucci jacket.
"Nice save." GF blurted, cracking herself up.
Finally stepping out of the hot-tub, BF hummed, swiping a towel off one of the pool chairs. "Have you seen Pico anywhere? He asked, ruffling his hair with the towel. GF thought for a moment.
"Yeah, I think he's in the shooting range."
"Are you sure? I don't hear any gunshots-" "BANG" "Okay, I guess he's in the shooting range."

As BF and GF approached the shooting range, the banging got considerably louder. "This is why our neighbors hate us," GF mumbled, slipping her hand into BF's. The couple arrived at Pico's shooting range, which was originally just a three-car garage, but it had been converted into a shooting range and hangout area as Pico requested. The only reason GF agreed to these renovations was that their house actually had a full-on parking garage below the basement.
Hearing the garage door open, Pico held his fire and quickly glanced at his partners. "Hey guys." His voice boomed, bouncing off the concrete walls. Resting his gun in its holster, he watched BF's lips move but realized he couldn't hear anything. "Oh yeah." Pico sighed, pulling off his noise-canceling headphones. "You were saying?" BF chuckled at Pico's forgetfulness and repeated himself.
"I'm thinking pizza for dinner,"
While running a hand through his orange hair, Pico responded. "Sweet. From where?"
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, BF turned to GF, leaving the answer in her hands. From this, GF was frozen in thought. There were so many great pizzerias in the city.
"Uh. How about Gario's?" She suggested.
BF squeezed her hand gently. "Gario's is back in Phili, babe." He reminded her in a polite manner.
"Oh shit. That's right!" Pico's face lit up. "Papa G. was such a baller." BF shook his head.
"Papa G. was not a baller, dude." The blue-haired boy explained. "He could make a mean pie though." Shrugging, Pico dug his hands into his pockets.
"I dunno, BF. He had a Mercedes."
"You have three, Pico."
"I know, but in Phili though?"
"What's your point, man?"
"Phili ain't like L.A.,"

Eventually, GF remembered a good, local pizza place, Vincent's, and ordered a large mushroom pizza. When it arrived, the trio plopped down in one of their dining rooms and immediately started devouring it. "God, I'm lucky." BF sighed, leaning back in his seat. Taking a large bite of pizza, Pico agreed.
"Yeah." As he chewed, the ginger examined his surroundings carefully, taking notice of the expensive items that furnished the room. Eventually, his eyes fell upon his own hands, which were decorated with gold and Swarovski crystals. "We all are." BF leaned forward and slapped the table excitedly, earning a tiny scream from GF.
"I don't mean because of the wealth or the fame," BF explained with a smile. "yeah, I love those things, but I love you two more."