Pico was walking through the hallways of his school, bored. He was waiting for Darnell. He opens his locker, rummaging around for a few of his books, before suddenly being picked up from behind and carried away.
"Darnell. Put. Me. Down."
"Nah."
This was a daily occurrence for Pico. At this point, he expected it. He seemed comfy, despite how he was picked up. He was casually thrown into an empty classroom, with no warning, before being cuddled.
"Seems like someone needed a snuggle today...what's got you acting like this, hm?" Pico asks. Darnell wasn't the one for cuddles usually. "You." Darnell responded. Pico just shrugged and wrapped his arms around Darnell. He liked it too. It was warm. He always liked the warmth. Maybe it was the sheer gayness between him and his friend.
Maybe it was the absent father.
Who knows?
Pico just let's it happen, almost like his mother let his father leave. He gently and randomly places a soft kiss to the top of Darnell's head.
"...gay."
"Darnell. You cannot be saying that."
Darnell chuckles. "But i can..."
Pico rolls his eyes with a groan, sighing. "Whatever."
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I can't be assed writing more, it's 11pm. If y'all want more, go ahead, ask. I might. Ion know. (Faggots)
