Red Vs Blue Book of One-Shots

... Well. That happened.

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"So here, you'll see that Christianity started so spread after the imperial..." Blah blah blah.

All that stuff.

Grif was a senior in college, ready to leave this place and take his degree to the nearest depths of hell with him.

In fact, the only reason he stayed in his classes was the same reason he hadn't fallen asleep yet during the presentation.

His boyfriend, Simmons, was the cutest when it came to public speaking.

... Wait. Not cute. Can I take that back?

He would get flustered with words existing at times, but overall, if it was a subject he was passionate about, he kept his cool and continued on with the show. Sadly, the mistakes were noticeable and showed he was a nervous wreck.

As the long slideshow continued, Grif realized that Simmons was getting really worked up over this public speaking thing. Maybe he should try and help a bit? After all, it's a pretty empty class, and the teacher isn't watching...

Huh.

Let's help him out a bit, shall we?

Grif, who was sitting in the very back, waiting for the teacher to turn away, and then Grif started flailing his arms in the air. Simmons was oblivious at first, but then remembered the owner of the frantic arms in the back.

Got damn it Grif.

After him continuing to mess around in the back, Simmons realized that he had continued talking normally, and heck, even more smoothly after Grif's distraction. Simmons was a bit confused himself, but just thought it as luck. He hit the clicker and went onto the next side about Culture, but could still see his boyfriend's arms writhing peripheral vision.

Simmons decided to go for it, and sure enough, the distraction had helped with his word flow.

"Thank you, and that's the end of my presentation." Simmons announced without a single syllable out of place. He really has gotten better through Grif's genius plan.

Grif clapped along with the rest of the class, a genuine smile on his face as Simmons looked over to him. Grif gave an obnoxious thumbs up, making him chuckle.

~~~

"That was awesome!" Kimball cheered as she ran up to Simmons after class, Doyle following soon behind.

"Yeah, you were a bit bumpy at first, but you really pulled through at the end! It was amazing!"

Simmons smiled, and nudged Grif's shoulder.

"Thank this idiot. He tried to distract me by flailing his arms around."

"It was to help." Grif defended.

"Whatever, you still did great! Speaking of which- here." Kimball said as she pulled out a full basket of cookies.

"Whoa there red riding hood, who are those for and how much do I have to pay?" Grif asked, almost as if in a trance.