Smokers (Friday Night Funkin' Pico x Reader)

Arrival (2/2)

11:21 PM

My eyes flutter open and I shield them from the Sun's piercing gaze. After some time, I roll out of bed and got ready for the day. Inspecting my tattoo sleeve in the mirror, I can only think about how today would go.

Maybe I can actually get to know Pico.

I slip on a sports bra and some baggy sweats which sagged down JUST enough to see the lip of my female boxers, then tied my hair in a bandana. I was in the kitchen making my pre workout shake when Cherry texted me.

🍒Cherry🍒

Hey y/n! We're meeting
at one PM 2day. Is that cool?

Fine by me. Is there any good
gyms around this area that I
can take a Quick Look at? Plz

There's one that Pico always
goes to. I'll send the addy <3

Sweet. Thx babes <333

Guess Pico and I are gonna be gym bros.

The place Cherry sent to me wasn't far whatsoever. I walk inside to the familiar scent of sweat and high school breakups.

• • •

After signing up, I decided to hit chest today.

-Pico's POV 🔫-

I wiped the sweat from my brow after benching 175 lbs for my PR. Darnell gave me a fist bump.
"Not bad, man." I shake my head. "I can do better than that. I think the cigarettes and weed are takin' their toll though." Darnell laughs at my comment and looks up.

"Who's that?"

I look up in a half-assed manner, then immediately sit straight. Oh shit, I thought.
"That's y/n..."
He chuckles at me.
"How do you know her? That your girl over there?" I get slightly irritated. "God damn it Darnell, I only met her last night. Lay off, ya damn prick."

"I'm jus' sayin'. She ain't bad for her type. Besides she's fuckin' jacked," He motions to her.

"I think you should go talk to her."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

• • •

Fuck you Darnell, what the hell am I fuckin' doin'?

I curse at myself as I approach y/n. She looks up at me and sets her weights down.

"What's up Pico?"

"I didn't know you went to the gym." I say, taking a glance at Darnell, who gives me a thumbs up. I glare at him and mouth 'fuck you, asshole.'

"Yeah, I've been going hard for roughly three years. It gives me inspiration for lyrics and shit like that." She looks at me from the mirror. "You rap?" This chick already peaked my curiosity. "Eh, sometimes. I'd say I'm proficient. I'm still learning though." She glances around the gym. "Shit," I slightly smirk. "You gotta perform tonight." Y/n looks back at me. "I'm not sure. I'll scope out the place and see if it's really for me. Seems like you're passionate though, so I might give it a shot once I see my competitors." She gives me a small smile. The kind of smile that makes you kinda feel fuzzy. Makes me sick at this new feeling.