GOD THIS IS KIND OF SAD. Grif is a little character of mine that I had made last year and I haven't really used him since. I decided to give him a Reader x Grif thing for a friend of mine who adores him. {she's freakin' awesome too}
Grif is my baby (c). So back off stealers.
It was dark and rainy outside today. Your [colour] hair was a tad messy from spending the whole, or at least most of the day inside your cave of an apartment. Considering what time it was - midnight - you decide to put on a good old scary movie. Heading into the living room with an assortment of blankets and snacks, you settle yourself down and start the movie.
Unbeknownst to you though, a certain rainbow-haired love/hate best friend of yours was coming over to visit. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans, he fixed up his signature rainbow Mohawk in his rearview mirror before getting out of his rather crappy 70's camero. As you continued to watch the movie saucer-eyed, a loud bang at your door followed by many shouts, made you jump at least five feet in the air and curse.
"What?"
"It's your mother," he said dripping sarcasm, "now open the fucking door!"
You rolled your eyes but opened the door, "Pleasant. Oh and by the way, do you mind not yelling at the top of your lungs when more than half of the complex is sleeping?"
"No," with that the rainbow headed freak walked in and sat down on the couch, "what the hell? You're watching some shitty ghost movie?"
You glared at him and proceeded to sit back down on the couch while mumbling, "Yeah, sure, sit on couch, whatever Grif. It's fine with me..."
Grif paid no attention to the comments he slightly heard and pressed play. You snuggled under your blankets and he grabbed a pillow to fidget with. The movie went on into some of its scarier scenes and instinctly you moved a little closer to Grif.
"I hate this movie," you whispered, still tightly tucked under your safety blanket. Funny for Grif since he wasn't even paying attention to the movie. All the time you were moving and mumbling to yourself, he was looking at you through the corner of his eye. He desperately wanted to not though. You were like family. It'd be awkward, and yet he couldn't get the thought out of the back of his mind that maybe one day you two would be cooking together. Well, maybe not exactly that but doing something as long as it was together. Together as a couple.
He shook the thoughts from his head and continued watching the movie. He wasn't no softy. He was a damn hard mofo! He ain't no mushy-gushy lover who desperately wanted to cuddle with you. No siree! But even as he told himself that, his heart did not agree.
Thunk.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Grif jumped but quickly shushed when he saw it was only your head on his shoulder.
"Bitch be fallin' asleep on me," he said trying to humor himself. His scowl soon faded into a small smile. He lifted his hand and reached it over his body to your face. As much as he wanted to let this last he was worried you would wake so he put his hand back down.
"[name]... I wish I could tell you sometimes..."
Grif sighed then leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Maybe it could happen, but hey, he didn't know.