Wait...You're Gay? (A Garroth x Laurence fan-fiction)

Girl Hunting

"-Garroth, wait up!" I yelled as he turned a corner, letting go of my arm without a second thought. The last 2 bocks of whiplash finally caught up to me and I went tumbling onto the side walk, barely keeping himself upright as he latched onto a nearby park bench. I was ready to tell Garroth off for almost sending me flying, but I stopped in my tracks at the sight of tons of people crowding the streets. It didn't take long for him to pull on one of his signature smiles. "It's summer Laurence, if there's a mall, there's crowds of people nearby!"

I took a moment to readjust myself, and watching as the people walked by the giant mall in front of us. "Hey Garroth," I called as he turned to head inside. "Let's make a bet out of this."

He swerved around, suddenly interested in where the conversation was going. "...What kind of bet?" He hummed. I crossed my arms confidently. "If you get more girls numbers, I'll do one thing that you want, no backing out. But if I get more girls, then you have to do something I want."

I'd probably ask for some extra spending money, or tell him to do something stupid for a quick laugh.

Garroth puts his hand to his chin, nodding his head as in an exaggerated thinking pose. "Well, everything's become so tiring lately, and I would definitely enjoy an extra set of hands..." Garroth grinned, eyes wide is excitement. He shot a suspiciously cocky look my way. "...I could always use a butler."

What?

I was gonna go easy on him, but that comment wouldn't slide so easily. If he wants stakes that high he'll get them. "Only if you get more girls." I shot back. Normally I'd refuse the idea all together, but I was feeling pretty good about this. If he could ask for something like that, it only broadens my options when I win. I stuck out my hand and he immediately shook it. "Deal!"

-And without a moment of hesitation I pulled him forward and tripped him, sending a quick wave his way as I raced off into the mall. "Hey! No fair!" I heard him yell behind me as I passed through the doors. I could do this!

No problem!

(Time Skip brought to you by quarentine's hold on my mental state)

It was a lot of trial and error as the two of us bounced around the mall, asking for numbers left and right. It really put into perspective how set I was on Aphmau...my flirting was rustier than I remembered. Don't get me wrong, I was doing pretty damn good, it's just, it's a bit surprising to get back to flirting so rampantly after chasing her for so long. It was clear Garroth was having his own internal monologue of sorts thanks to the occasional pause in his chase. He even flunked a few of his advances, to my surprised. Well, it just makes my job easier!

I nodded in newfound determination and stuck my tongue out at him quickly, making a dash for a blond sitting in the cafe nearby with an ice lemonade. At one point I even snagged a number from one of the fast food booths while Garroth was distracted by the food we ordered. It was pretty neck and neck the whole time, but it only seemed to fuel our competitive spirit as the day continued.

After I was done with the end of the mall I was scouting, I caught a glimpse of Garroth heading towards the janitor outside the toy store. It wasn't exactly hard to spot them next to the neon green boxes stacked against the display window.

Wow, Mighty Mutant Power Turtles have been really popular recently, huh.

I didn't hesitate with the opportunity, racing ahead of him at top speed. Seeing what I was planning he shoved me out of the way, knocking me back a bit. "Hey, what was that for!?" He looked back at me, he expression so stubborn I almost understood how he and Zane were related. "I should be asking you the same thing! There are plenty of girls, so why this one?" I looked over to the chick and beck at him. "Look man, I think I know her. Maybe we should just skip her altogether, y'know?" Garroth's eyes widened. "Wait really?" I looked both ways to make sure no one was listening before I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "No. But I'm not letting you win." Before he could process what I said I dashed around the set of benched next to us, making a b-line for the janitor. "Wha-LAURENCE GET BACK HERE!"