pretty fly for a white guy - [greg]

[francis abigail murry]

if there was one thing that people learned about franny murry after only knowing her for a short amount of time he was that she loved to have fun. no matter what sort of fun it was, that was her goal in life. sure enough she did a good amount of being a good students (as her grades could attest) and she knew when to be semi-serious (for full seriousness was an inability for the young girl) and sometimes could pull it off. but only sometimes. and only when she really wanted to. and sitting still, well, that was something that rarely if every happened in her life. maybe she had too much energy for her own good, or maybe she was just a happy go lucky sort of girl that was always seen with a smile on her lips. no matter what the case was, it was simple, francis abigail murry, loved to have a good time. whether it be hanging out with friends, or going out to the club, or the arcade, or anything to that effect. that night, she had been invited to go out dancing by a few of her classmates, and given that she liked to move that small body of hers, even if it was to bad music, she more than happily agreed.

what franny hadn't expected upon being picked up at her home and dragged along to the club, was that her friends would end up losing her. or she would lose them. or whatever the case. either way, people were lost, and she was on her own on the dance floor. franny supposed if she were any other type of personality this would've bothered her. truth of the matter was, though, that she really didn't mind. people were people and it was long since established that no matter what the case franny was a people person. she was the sort of girl that could go into a club with one group of friends and then come back out of it with a whole new set. that seemed to be where this night was heading, and that was more than okay with franny. she was adaptable. she was easily pleased, and by that point she was a few spider bites into the night, which meant one very important thing, she was well and tipsy by that point, and damn happy because of it all. plus with the extra zing that the red bull in the shots gave her was causing her usually caffeine deficient body to be more apt to movement than normal.

it occurred to the young woman as her eyes scanned around the place that there was an upstairs. something she hadn't realized right away. and this meant one very, very important thing. she had to explore it. pushing her way through the crowd of bumping and grinding people she found the stairs and took them two at a time until she was on the upper floor. those eyes scanned around at the bunches of people seated at the tables. none of them looked any sort of interesting, as sad as it was to say. she wished that there had been at least one person to catch her eye. or someone that could entertain her. but all that she saw was a bunch of couples quite possibly trying to see how close they could go to actually fucking in public before someone complained. she wouldn't, of course. there was nothing like free live porn. or at least that was the way that miss murry saw it. so the blonde plopped herself down at one of the tables, her hands moving to fix her skirt.

while she watched the people around her with a drunk sort of fascination, she realized something. she wanted someone to be there with her. and true enough she could've gone back onto the dance floor and found someone to be her bff for the night. but franny didn't want that. she realized in a drunk sort of immaturity, that she wanted her greg. and she wanted him right then. and she was pissed because he wasn't magically appearing at her side. it took her little to no time to shoot him a text telling him to get his sexy ass to the club, and pronto, or she was going to suck some other guy's dick. because, that was how she and greg spoke to one another. and lord help james when the pair of them got home.

[gregory anthony coren]

greg had several rules when it came to the people that lived in their house. one, he must love them unconditionally no matter how mean they could be sometimes. two, he must stop (or try to stop) his numerous advances if they claimed they were making them uncomfortable. or if they threatened to call the police. and three, if they needed him for anything at all, he had to give his undying word that he would be there. and so far those rules had worked out for him pretty well. most people ended up moving out not because they were afraid of him or freaked out by him but simply because their lives just moved on. they got other roommates or a boyfriend or girlfriend or married or whoever they were having problems with let them move back in...stuff like that. people would graduate and keep moving on and rooms would open up and one by one greg watched as people flitted into and out of his house and his life. but his rules remained the same.

and the same they had stayed for their new additions - josh and franny, though honestly mainly franny over josh seeing as the guy was never around. something about school and three jobs and a mormon, things that never made sense and just went in one of greg's ears and out the other because none of it pertained to a chance of them ever hooking up ever. and much as he loved and admired josh the way that he loved and admired everyone who talked to him for more than five seconds, he wouldn't classify them as particularly close. franny, though, franny had become a big part of his life so fast that it was a miracle the two had never met before. he clung to her like a leech to...well anything, really, leeches weren't picky and she fell so easily into his life that it was almost like she was a god sent gift.

and greg loved her the only way greg could ever love a woman and their sex was fantastic and their friendship was even more so and he loved her more than words could detail. and even if words could detail it, he was never particularly good with words so it woudn't matter anyway because they would all get jumbled up and then she would laugh at him and he would have to show her whose boss only he was never good at that either. and it would just be a big cycle of failure for him and then he'd get insecure and then he'd cry and gregory coren did not enjoy crying, thank you very much. so he never really detailed to people how much the little girl meant to him because obviously it would only lead to tears. but it was because of this that when she sent him a text telling him to meet her at a local club, he jumped at the chance. it wasn't like he was doing anything interesting anyway. he'd only known the guy like two minutes.

so he sent her a text saying that she just made one cock very, very sad and he'd be there in a few minutes. and then like that he was on his way, taking public transport even though he knew technically he wasn't supposed to because a bus ride was just long enough to meet someone cute or interesting looking or just convenient and cause some serious problems in the back. but he controlled himself for the time being because franny needed him damn it and he had literally just gotten laid so what did he need to get laid again for? so he just busied himself with his phone, playing with the keys and opening and closing texts until he arrived at the club. only when he had gotten in did he finally send franny another text asking where the fuck was she and why was she not in his arms?

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