Our Christmas

Chapter 8- What the Fuck Geoff

Back in Texas, Michael returned to work the next day and saw Geoff sitting in his chair, headphones on, staring at the computer screen.

Michael immediately ran to him and took off his headphones and spun him around to face him.

"Geoff, just tell me what the fuck is up with you! You've been ignoring me for the last couple of days! Jesus fuck, speak to me!"

Geoff looked at him in the eye. His blue eyes seem to be much more paler or dull.

He attempted to leave except Michael kept blocking him.

"Geoff, please. What's wrong?" Michael pleaded. Geoff looked down at the rug and blushed.

"I-It's about... Jack..." Geoff mumbled. Michael stared at him wide eyed.

"H-He comes back today... and I-I'm scared..."

Michael was about to reply. But then a loud slam came from the door. Michael swiftly turned his head and stared.

"What's this shit about Jack!?" Ray yelled, as he wore a scarf Ryan usually wore.

"Isn't that Ryan's scarf?" Michael asked. Ray blushed then smirked.

"Fuck yeah, it is. He lent it to me before he left in return for a blowjob." Ray remarked before sitting down at his desk.

"So, what's this about Jack? Did something happen?" Ray asked.

Geoff opened his mouth to speak, but another loud slam from the door.

"What about me?"

Everyone looked up and saw Jack. His cheeks and hands were red and was wrapped in a scarf. He was shivering in place, possibly just getting used to the warmth.

Michael looked back down at Geoff and saw his eyes were widen and his cheeks were red.

Before Michael can say anything, Geoff escaped from his grasp and ran out the other door of the office.

"Geoff!!!" Michael yelled as Geoff ran out the door.

"Woah, what was that all about?" Ray turned to the shocked Michael just standing there. "Michael?" He waved his hands in his face. "Yoooo... Rage Quit Jones?"

"Jesus Christ. What's going on?..." Jack asked, confused to the entire situation. Ray turned to him and shrugged.

"Hell if I know..." Ray said as he walked away from Michael and sat back down at his desk.

"Michael, is there something wrong with Geoff?..." Jack asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Michael shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know... I really don't know." Michael said as he walked away and sat back down at his desk.

"Dude... is there something wrong?" A voice asked from behind Jack.

"Ryan! Rye-Bread! My fucking psychopath!" Ray yelled as he jumped and tackled Ryan to the ground, startling Jack and Michael.

Ryan landed hard and smiled at Ray as he planted a kiss on his forehead.

"Give me back my scarf, you meme machine." Ryan taunted as he pulled it away from Ray's neck.

"Fuck, I needed it." Ray pouted, still on top of Ryan. Ryan playfully pushed Ray off and lifted himself up.

Jack smiled at them as he took off his jacket and sweater and placed it on his chair and sat down.

He looked at Geoff's desk in confusion. He sighed and turned on his computer and began to work.

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