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Greyson was a sad boi. His bunny had just died and that was the only family he had left. And he had an asshole boyfriend, who went by Jared Hopworth. He was involved in shady business and was homophobic despite being gay.
He called Jared, crying about Boobleb. "JAREEED HELP BOOBLEP IS DEAD!" He cried out over the phone. He heard the voice of Jared's friend over the phone. "Is he okay? Give him my condolences." Jared said nothing.
Greyson continued crying. "PLEASE HELP, HES DEAD!" Greyson screamed into the phone. "That's rough buddy." At this Greyson got mad. "STOP JUST CALLING ME BUDDY, I-I am..." Greyson fell silent. What even were they?
The next day, Greyson had not slept. He had be weeping the whole night. Jared knocked on his apartment. "Open up! I've got some friends with me and I left my discount pizza card here!"
"NO!" Greyson screamed as loud as he could, with his soar throat. "We'll take you to the party!" And at that, Greyson stood up. "Sure." Greyson liked parties, a decent bit, not really, not at all. But he liked Jared and wanted to go for him.
Greyson walked over to the door. He opened it to Jared, David Tennant, Elio and Ryan. He hadn't really met Jared's friends before. The first thing he notice was how fat of an ass the one on the left had. Next his gaze drifted to THE David Tennant. He stood all the way to the right.
Greyson froze up. He was a big fan of David Tennant. So much so, that he almost missed the third friend. Between Jared and David stood a guy with black hair, he was shorter than Greyson. Who wasn't that tall to begin with, so that was a surprise. "Ready to go, bud?" Jared asked. Greyson nodded reluctantly. And the black haired guyTM gave him a sympathetic look.
At the party Greyson talked to Jared and his friends. The guy with the fat ass had been called Ryan and the black haired guyTM had been called Elio. They were having a pleasant enough conversation. And at some point travelling had come up. Elio spoke, his voice was perfect, smooth like icecream. "Well, we were planning on going to Sweden.
Greyson was surprised at this, he hadn't heard of that ambition. "Oh?" He asked. "Yeah, in like, two weeks, we'll be going for midsommar. Helping David with his thesis." Greyson gaped, wide-eyed and stared at Jared. Who just shrugged.