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

Accumulation

Eventually, the night of the interview came. The hip-hop duo somehow managed to forget their arrival time, so GF called the studio to confirm. Luckily, Carol was the one to pick up the phone; she happily reminded GF the LIVE-time, seven-thirty, as well as Heuristic Entertainment's address. Pico typed the address into his phone, which revealed it was only about a twenty-minute drive from their mansion. This gave the duo a great amount of time to get ready, nearly three hours. 
With that settled, the duo retreated to their bedroom. GF handed Pico two hangers and told him to change. Pico thanked her, ignored the mess of clothes on the floor, and began to discard his pajamas. On the other side of the bedroom, GF also began taking off her clothes. Pico quickly glanced at the brunette and blushed madly. Out of respect for the girl, he fought the urge to look again and continued to focus on his own clothes. 
He pulled the pants off the hanger and slid them on. They were baggy, soft, and green, and across the whole piece, there were little prohibition signs embroidered in a luxurious pattern. There also were cuffs around the ankles, which made the pants look even baggier. After that, Pico threw on his shirt, which was just a basic purplish-grey t-shirt, only GF had used some artsy technique to draw on it, graffiti style. "Go Pico!" had been sprayed across the front in lavender, while the rest of the drawings were pretty abstract. Lastly, the ginger bent over and put on a pair of black, ankle-cut socks. 
"You doin' okay over there?" He called, facing the wall to avoid looking at his girlfriend. GF mumbled something to herself and chuckled. 
"Pico, we've been together for a while. You've seen me change clothes countless times," She explained. The ginger's face turned pink at the thought. 
"I know, I know," He grunted, burying his face in his hands. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, hands, and other places. 
"Then why are you being so" After turning to face the male, GF hesitated, "weird?" She asked. Pico let out an extensive sigh in response. By now, GF had changed into her dress- or shirt. It was basically just an enormous, collared t-shirt, color-blocked with a pattern that matched Pico's pants. The shirt was so big, the sleeves barely cuffed GF's elbows, and the bottom hem rested on her knees.  While examining the girl, Pico couldn't help but notice the bruises on her knees. They weren't particularly dark bruises, but they were certainly visible. 
"Girl, what happened to your knees?" Pico asked, staring at the marks. GF's expression was blank for half a second, next she appeared embarrassed. 
"Oh, uh, I fell?" She explained incompetently. How was Pico supposed to believe her if she didn't seem to believe herself? He raised an eyebrow and traveled to the other side of the room, where GF was still standing, to get a better look. Upon closer inspection, the light bruises spread nearly halfway down the girl's shins. When Pico squatted down and gently touched one of the marks, GF winced. 
"And this is all 'cause you "fell"?" The ginger asked, rising into a standing position. GF horribly blushed.
"Mhm!" She responded a little too quickly. Pico stared at her face, and she looked away. Obviously, GF wasn't the best liar, in fact, she was terrible at lying. 
Pico asked himself, why does she feel like she has to lie to me? "Okay, I'll leave you alone about those. . ." Pico sighed, "for now." to which GF thanked him and laughed nervously. GF continued putting her outfit together, all the while her partner stood behind her. She placed a lavender belt over the shirt and on her waist. It singed the fabric right where her figure curved, flattering her a bit more. GF also slid on a pair of grey cycling shorts under her dress-shirt thing, and lastly, black ankle socks. When GF tightened the belt around her waist, the shirt fabric bunched together. This caused the dress to shorten a bit, now cutting off at GF's midthigh, barely cupping her butt. At this point, Pico was secretly wishing her shorts would disappear, but that didn't happen. 
Now that they were dressed, the duo could focus on their hair, makeup, and other accessories. They walked from their bedroom into the connected, master bathroom. GF positioned herself in front of her vanity and dug into an eyeshadow pallet, then she began packing golden pigment from the bottom of her brow-bones to her lashlines. Once she was happy with her smokey-eye look, she threw on some mascara and called her makeup "done". Swiftly, the girl pulled a big curling iron and plugged it into a nearby outlet. 
"While this is heating up," GF began, referring to the curling iron. "let's fix your hair." The duo chuckled for a moment before Pico agreed. "Stand right here." GF ordered, pointing to the tile beside her. Without hesitation, the ginger did as he was asked, and she got to work. She straightened out his sideburns, combed and slicked back his curls, even cleaned up his eyebrows. "Beautiful," GF mumbled, smiling at her boyfriend. Unsure what to say, Pico made a goofy expression as his face turned scarlet, then he went away. 
By now, GF's curling iron was ready, so she took it in her hands and began creating massive swirls in her hair. Pico soon returned to the bathroom holding two pairs of black shoes. "Should we just wear these?" He asked, holding up the shoes so GF could see them in the mirror reflection. The girl continued pulling the iron through a strand of her thick hair as she spoke. 
"Uh, nah." She answered. "Look in my closet. I picked up some yellow shoes for us." Pico nodded and went away again. Eventually, GF finished curling her hair, so she sprayed it and moved on to the next task: jewelry. While waiting for her boyfriend to return, she dug around in her jewelry box, searching for some nice, semi-coordinating bling. She found a gold, lobster-claw chain, a dozen rings in a variety of sizes, a watch, bracelet chains, and plenty of other gold pieces. 
Pico returned to the bathroom holding two pairs of yellow and black sneakers. He passed GF the smaller pair, and she placed a few chains and rings into his hands. The duo laced up their sneakers, put on their bling, and walked out to the garage. 

 "Which car shall we take?" GF asked, staring at the trio's car collection in awe.
"Uh, I don't know," Pico answered unsurely, "maybe we should just call the limo guy?" he suggested.
"Pico," GF cackled, "you spend so much money on cars, and you don't even drive them. First, you walked home from the police station, and now you want to call the limo guy?" she was trying to sound serious, but she couldn't stop giggling in between her words.
"Exactly." The ginger agreed, "Babe, I already told you, a car is the most impractical thing a person can buy, like, we barely need one." he paused and squinted, eyeing his accumulation of luxury vehicles. "But, your boyfriend and I couldn't stop buying them." He snickered.
"How did you guys manage to buy eleven cars in six months?"
"It's real easy, neither of us had any self-control."
After sharing a few more laughs, GF convinced Pico to drive to the studio.