Greg Hoffman walks into the kitchen
It is 3:25 AM on a warm saturday
He had just gotten up for some water, as he had heard a loud noise earlier and couldn't sleep after.
The young adult slowly creeped towards the fridge with a flashlight, quietly, and was entirely SHOCKED upon seeing none other than his boyfriend sitting on the floor, crying in front of the frige curled into a soggy tired ball.
"K-Kennith??" Greg slowly moved towards his boyfriend.. "Is something wrong?"
The ginger haired 17 year old pushed his dampened yet still curly fringe out of his eyes.
K > "WE- WE RAN OUT OF--"
G > "Calm down sweetheart, we don't wanna wake anyone.."
the person softened their voice to a whimper, "We ran out of milk..." Greg was sent aback by this statement, they had 2 whole cartons yetserday, what the HELL could have happened to them!? He took a moment to look around the kitchen before slowly making his way to the lightswitch. He could hear Kennith's verbal protest, but he didn't care, he flicked the lightswitch..
Only to see that both cartons were freshly wet in the sink.
G > "Kennith"
K > "Greg please I-"
G > "You don't owe anything THIS TIME, but next time, next time you owe me cuddles."
K > "Fine..."
Greg helped Kennith off the floor before pulling them into a tight and calm embrace, that was when Frances walked in and told the two to go the fuck to sleep.
So they did, together, all cutely and shit because they're cute together--
The end.
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some shitty Greg x Kennith fluff / crack I wrote on discord
FanfictionKennith ran out of milk at 3 in the morning and Greg caught him fuckin crying
