Finneyflakes❄️ -- Finney
Bruceyy🎁 -- Bruce
Grinchin🎄 -- Griffin
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Santas little sluts👯

finneyflakes❄️:
Hurry tf up griffin 🤬🤬

grinchin🎄:
Im almost there bro chill 😒

•••

Griffin sighed, shoving his phone in his back pocket, bringing his attention back to the sidewalk as he made his way down the street.

"Hey, watch out!" Griffin turned, immediately getting knocked to the ground as a bike crashed into him.

Holy shit, he groaned, rubbing his head. "Oh my God-- are you alright?" Blinking a few times to adjust his vision, Griffin locked eyes with a set of deep hazel eyes.

Slowly, Griffin nodded. "Here, let me help you up." The boy offered, holding his hand out for Griffin, who soon took it, being hauled to his feet.

The boy released Griffins hand, reaching up to brush his sandy blonde hair out of his face. "Are you alright?" The boy asked worriedly. Slowly, Griffin nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up more and more as the conversation proceeded. Well, the one-sided conversation.

The boy sighed, turning, lifting his bike off the ground. "Well, thank God for that." He said, chuckling softly. "You're sure you're alright?" The boy asked again.

Griffin, again, nodded. "Alright..well, uh. I'll see you around, then. Stay safe." The blonde said, waving to Griffin as he got back on his bike, peddling off.

Griffin stood there an additional few seconds, before the chilly autumn breeze reminded him what he had originally set out to do, and he continued on his way.

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Griffin arrived at Bruce's in about twenty minutes, and by then, the sun had already begun going down.

"Took you long enough," Bruce said, stepping to the side as Griffin made his way inside, sliding his shoes off.

Usually, he'd have come up with some snarky reply. But he was far too dazed. God he's so pretty. Griffin thought, feeling himself drift off into a periodic state of thoughtlessness. "Helloooo!" He heard suddenly, as well as some loud ass snapping that gave him a severe migraine.

He narrowed his eyes at Bruce, "Snap you fingers in my face one more fucking time." Finney, observing from the living room entrance, laughed. "Yup, he's back."

Bruce looked at Griffin worriedly, "You alright?" Griffin quickly rolled his eyes, letting a small groan escape his lips, "I'm finee!" Bruce stared at him for an additional few seconds, before shrugging the boys odd behaviour off.

"Alright, I guess. Movie time!" He said, grinning as he headed to the living room, Griffin trailing shortly behind him.

When the trio settled on the couch, Bruce turned on 'The Night Before Christmas', since he's like-- a huge Christmas person.

Griffin, much unlike his other two friends, had very little interest in the movie, and instead scrolled through Instagram.

Suddenly, however, he got a message.

Vance🤢👎

Vance🤢👎:
Is bruce alr

Me:
Yeahh??

I think so

why

Vance🤢👎:

Me:
Uh huhhhh

I'm not buying it 🤗🤗

Vance🤢👎:
Am I not allowed to worry?

Me:
About bruce?

No

Thats my job

Vance🤢👎:
fine

then dont come whining to me when one of yall gets your shit rocked

Me:
WAIT

NONONONONO

IM SORRY 😰😰

Vance🤢👎:
Better be 😒

Me:
But fr..

You being worried for him is lowkey giving bf material 🤨

Vance🤢👎:
.

forget I asked

A/N: Sorry its so short guys 😭😭