Grant x BSB WIP

"We can't keep meeting like this, you know."

 

Grant sighed, rubbing his temple with a thumb-- the bed he sat on creaked as he shifted his weight. Old and rickety, like the rest of the small hovel-- but temporary shelters for the homeless tended to air on the simpler side. The gray slate of the dreary December sky filled the small, grimy window. It was opened just a crack, to air out the stuffiness. And so that the rank odors that accumulated within room weren't as eye watering.

 

"I know."

 

BrokenSpacebar tossed his sombrero onto the cheap picnic table, where Grant had set up a haphazard little neetcave. He hung his maracas on the shoddy coat-rack. He twirled the lollipop he was sucking in his mouth-- but it wasn't the same. He sucked and sucked it, because when he was happy, he had always remembered the white stick of a sucker jauntily jutting from one cheek, like a badass. The redpilled badass he was.

 

Now it tasted cheap and artificial and saccharine sweet. Like life-- fake and full of empty calories. He bit down and finished it with an unsatisfying crunch, dropping the soggy and chewed lollipop stick into the garbage can (otherwise known as the floor)

 

With a weary sigh, he sat down next to his lover. Former lover. That's right, BSB reminded himself. Grant had a girlfriend now.

 

Grant wrung his hands uneasily. "..." He coughed into his hand. "So, how's things going for you?"  

 

BrokenSpacebar tugged at the collar of his badass leather jacket. "Good, good... been going back to school. Getting a bachelor's in Fantrolls next year," he laughed. "Hopefully."

 

Grant raised his eyebrows, smiling a bit. "Oh, wow. Great!" He was more happy to have something to talk about. "That's great."

 

"How have things been going for you?" Spacebar instantly regretted asking-- he looked uneasily about the room.

 

Grant swallowed. "Oh... things are good, good." He nervously picked a fingernail. "Got everything I need. Stream Dragon Ball Super on my laptop over there..." He gestured to the aging Dell with crusty keys. "Got my bed here--" He patted the thin, lumpy mattress. "...toilet for taking Peris over there..." He pointed to the small, half open door that led into an infinitesimally small room with barely enough room for a tiny sink and a tiny toilet.

 

"I got it all set fam..."

 

BrokenSpacebar