Give Me A Label (I'll Make Confetti)

Chapter 36: Look What You've Done

Greg didn't get up until midday the following Saturday, choosing to sleep in. Dimmock called around 12:30 and Greg agreed to meet him and Molly at the McDonalds beside Tesco. Joe and Dylan had a footy game in the neighbouring town and had already left, leaving their mates to their own devices.

Greg was glad, actually; while Joe and Dylan were his friends, they weren't like Dimmock. They wouldn't understand why Greg wanted to snog Mycroft, even if they saw his partying side. And they'd been bitching and moaning all week about Greg's "disappearances", so it'd be nice to just go to a party and be able to hang out with Mycroft.

So Greg was in high spirits as he left the house, his mum at the hospital for the day shift. He rode to McDonalds and parked a few spots away from Dimmock's BMW. He walked in and spotted Dimmock and his girlfriend sitting up the back on the plush red cushions, but grabbed some food before joining them.

'Hello, children,' Greg said, leaning across the table to kiss Molly's cheek.

'Hi, Greg,' Molly smiled.

'So, party tonight?' Dimmock asked, nicking one of Greg's nuggets.

'Mm, finally get to fuckin' sit with Mycroft without Dyl and Joe demanding a fuckin' commentary of my life.'

'They're just worried,' Dimmock smiled. 'If you'd admit to them that you had a boyfriend...'

Greg scowled as Molly and Dimmock both grinned. 'I ain't got a boyfriend, alright?'

'See how he keeps denying it?' Dimmock said to Molly, who nodded. 'It's always the same; I don't like Mycroft, I don't fancy Mycroft, I ain't Mycroft's girlfriend-'

'I'm not!' Greg hissed.

'Sure, sure,' Dimmock said, flapping a hand dismissively.

'I'm not!' Greg repeated. 'Jesus Christ, why are you goin' on about it? I don't-'

'Fancy Mycroft Holmes,' Molly cut in. 'Except you do, Greg.'

Greg groaned. 'Why do you people hate me?'

'We don't,' Molly smiled. 'We're just trying to help you find love.'

'Love makes everything better,' Dimmock said, draping an arm around Molly's shoulders. 'We want you to be happy, Gregory.'

Molly was nodding knowingly and Greg's scowl deepened. 'You realise you're turning into those annoying couples who think they know everything?'

'We don't know everything,' Molly said. 'I'm a girl, obviously, and you and Mycroft are both guys.'

'Maybe, 'cause it seems you really like Mycroft controlling everything,' Dimmock snickered, earning himself another kick.

'Why are you denying it?' Molly asked.

'Because I don't like him!' Greg hissed.

'Honestly, Greg, what's the big deal?' Dimmock asked. 'You told me yourself you only sleep around 'cause all other guys are lousy shags. Well now you've found a guy who's kept your interest. Why not make it official?'

Greg leaned back, suddenly quiet.

'Mycroft won't wait around forever if you don't offer him more,' Molly added. 'He'll find someone who'll appreciate him properly, and you'll get your heart broken.'

That stopped Greg in his tracks. He remembered how he'd felt when Mycroft had gone out partying, and possibly meeting a bloke who'd shag him. Greg had seen Mycroft in action himself; had seen the auburn-haired teen pull in strangers. He'd also managed to talk John Ralling- a guy Greg had taken a crack at in the past- to fuck him after one meeting.