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

Stakes

GF and Pico spent the next two days preparing for the upcoming interview. They hadn't outed themselves in over a month, so there was a lot of built-up anxiety between the couple. For GF, the majority of concerns were about her physical appearance, which Pico really didn't understand. He always thought GF was the prettiest girl in the world, though he'd only ever admitted that to BF.
She called herself fat at least twice a day, which her boyfriend would always debate. Despite all the emotional eating the couple had been participating in, the brunette seemed thinner, which Pico noticed but never commented on. The bottom line is that GF had been feeling self-conscious lately, so the hip-hop duo's interview outfits were really important to her. 
Per GF's request, the duo emptied their closets out onto the bedroom floor. In theory, this should have helped her see potential outfits more clearly, but they actually just formed an eye-straining pile of expensive clothing. Perhaps GF should have considered the excessive amount of garments they had accumulated in recent months. Pico stared at the pile in awe, then asked if their outfits had to match. 
"Coordinate." GF corrected. She was standing above the clumpy pile, unsure where to start. Pico returned to his closet to fetch more pieces. 
"Don't those pretty much mean the same thing?" He questioned as he returned, tossing more accessories into the pile. The ginger wasn't a particularly fashionable guy. Sometimes fans roasted his outfits for being too "casual", which was always funny. Pico had a consistent sense of humor so he never took the insults personally, in fact, he had grown to appreciate the attention. Thankfully, when Pico actually needed to look nice for something, such as an interview, his girlfriend would gladly help him out. 
The brunette continued staring at the mound in astonishment. It was level with her waist and about three yards wide. "Matching is like," GF paused, examining the clothing closer. "it's like twinning. It's playing it safe." She explained, dropping to her knees. Starting at the bottom, she placed a few pieces aside, dividing the colossal pile into several smaller piles. 
"Huh," Pico hummed as he squatted down beside the brunette. "the more you know." GF looked up at the male and smiled at him for a brief moment, then went right back to sorting. 
 Pico could see gears turning in the girl's head as she haphazardly threw clothes around. She was not sorting them by color or pattern. The only reason the ginger knew there was a system was that sometimes, GF paused and studied the fabric in her hands before throwing it. She continued digging through the massive pile until she took notice of a yellow hat and grabbed it. Then, she swung it in front of her face, only holding it with two fingers, examining it closer. 
It was a bucket-style hat, sunflower yellow. "Whose is this?" GF asked, slowly turning the hat by twiddling her thumb and index finger. Promptly, Pico dropped to his knees and scooched closer to his girlfriend, mainly to look at the hat. He watched the fabric wrinkle and unwrinkle between GF's fingers. 
"I'm pretty sure it's yours." He proposed, "I don't wear yellow, and BF doesn't wear that brand," quickly, he corrected himself. "he didn't wear that brand."  Listening, GF smiled sadly. 
"Oh yeah, I guess it is mine then." She sighed and whipped the hat into one of the smaller piles. Abruptly, the brunette stood, and Pico did the same. Then the duo went away.

Later that same day, GF began to tell Pico about her fashion plan. She had been thinking about it all afternoon, considering what pieces she had to work with, sketching, sewing, even painting. When the girl felt comfortable with what she had thrown together, she hurried downstairs and to the shooting range, where she knew Pico would be. 
Inside the shooting range, the ginger was sitting at the card table smoking and playing solitaire. "Are you winning?" GF called, approaching the table. 
Pico responded shortly, "No.", then took a long hit from his cigarette. GF chuckled and loosely draped her arms over the male's shoulders. 
"Hehe, it's okay." She assured him, then gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
He sighed, mumbled a quick "thank you" and smirked. 
"How do you lose at solitaire anyway?" GF asked curiously, removing herself from the ginger. Desperately, Pico placed his cigarette back between his lips and took another lengthy hit from it. He brought it down from his face and shakily exhaled the smoke. 
"You lose by, uh," He cleared his throat, interrupting himself. "If you make one wrong move, you lose," the ginger explained. 
"Oh, so stakes are high."
"Not really." Pico told her, "stakes are actually pretty low since this game is easy. I'm just incompetent?" He joked, earning a frown from his girlfriend. He laughed nervously and placed his cigarette in the ashtray on the table. "Anyway, what brings you out here?" 
"I put some outfits together for us!" GF exclaimed, bouncing in excitement like a little kid. 
"Oh, so soon? good job, GF!" Pico smiled fondly at the girl standing beside him. He placed his hands on the arms of the chair he was sitting in, then asked, "Wanna show me?". The brunette nodded furiously, so Pico rose from his chair and followed her back inside. She lead him back to their bedroom, where she had laid out all the pieces they would need, except for shoes.