Hello! Welcome to Fifty shades of Greg, a fic written because of a twitter storm. It'll be fantastic.
The library was empty during the day. Greg liked it that way, he had more time to watch the lovely miss Emily Potter as she worked. He loved everything about ms. Potter. The way she walked, the way she talked, everything about her was perfect.
"Hey Emily." Except for her boyfriend. Ben Arnold waltzed through the door like he owned the place. The local radio station host had a confident air around him as he walked up to the library counter, planting a kiss on Emily's lips. Greg rolled his eyes as he watched them, wishing himself to be in Ben's place.
"Hey, Benny." She smiled. Greg made a noise of disgust, causing Ben and Emily to turn to him, and Ben groaned.
"What do you want, Frickard?" He asked. He couldn't even be bothered to use Greg's full name. What a jerk.
"Nothing, Benny." He said, mocking the nickname that Emily gave Ben. Ben rolled his eyes, sighing.
"What are you even doing here, Greg? Shouldn't you be at your frog murdering restaurant?"
"I'll have you know that we do not 'murder' frogs… we are very humane to them." He crossed his arms. "And Granny is running it today, if you must know. So I decided to come to my favorite library in town."
"Actually this is the only library in town." Emily said politely, not wanting to get in between Ben and Greg's feud. She'd been in the middle of it before, and it's not a fun place to be.
"Exactly." Ben said, crossing his arms.
"That doesn't mean it can't be my favorite. In fact, that makes it my favorite by default, Ben." Greg responded.
"Right, well, whatever, that's not the point." Ben responded, clearly annoyed. Ben took a seat at one of the tables near the library desk, done with his conversation with Greg.
"Alright, well, I have to go restock the fantasy section, will you be okay here, Ben?" Emily asked, placing some books on a cart.
"Yeah, I'll be good. Just gonna be working on some show plans." He replied, pulling his laptop out of the black backpack that he brought with him.
"Alright, sounds good." Emily smiled, walking off to the fantasy section of the library. Greg watched her as she left, turning back towards Ben, who was not absorbed in his laptop, typing furiously. Greg narrowed his eyes, watching as he typed. Ben looked up, catching Greg's glare and making a face in response, turning back to his laptop. Greg rolled his eyes, turning a page in his 'Frog Lovers Monthly' magazine. He looked Ben's way again just as Ben looked up from his laptop with narrowed eyes. He closed his laptop, crossing his arms.
"Alright Frickard, what's your problem?" Ben asked, his tone of voice portraying a clear annoyance.
"Problem? I don't have a problem, Ben Arnold, you have a problem. You're the one who keeps glaring at me." Greg responded, setting down his magazine and picking his nails, acting as casual as possible.
"I do not have a problem, Greg. -Actually, you know what, now that I think about it, I do have a problem, and it's you. You're constantly trying to move in on Emily, who, may I remind you, is my girlfriend, not yours. So stop coming in here and stalking her, Greg. It's creepy. You're creepy, dude."
Greg raised an eyebrow,walking over to Ben. "Might I remind you that you can't control what I do. It's not stalking, I'm just coming into my favorite library to read my favorite magazine. So just relax, Ben, and leave me be." He stood at the edge of Ben's table, looking down at him. Ben stood up, and crossed his arms.
"Leave. Her. Alone." He glared down at Greg. Ben was only a couple of inches taller than him, but Greg still had to look up to meet his eyes. As he did, he couldn't help but notice how nice Ben's arms looked in the tight sweatshirt that he wore. Greg was embarrassed by the thought, but pushed it aside as he spoke to Ben.
"Make me." He replied, glaring up at him. Ben's expression changed to one of uncertainty, and Greg felt something twist inside him. He couldn't control his actions as he pulled Ben into an aggressive kiss. Ben stiffened, but slowly relaxed as he kissed back. But only for a second, until he realized what was going on and shoved Greg away.
"What the hell was that, Frickard?" He asked, crimson faced.
"I- don't know." Greg replied, grabbing his magazine. "I- didn't mean to.. I'll be-" He ran out, slamming the door to the library behind him. Ben stood, dazed and confused as to what just happened. Emily came up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder, causing him to jump.
"Gah-! Oh, Emily, Jack in the box Jesus you scared me."
Emily laughed a little, taking her boyfriend's hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She paused, looking at Ben's face and taking in the strong blush on his cheeks. "Are you okay?"
Ben's blush intensified as he thought about what just occurred. "I- Yeah, I'm good." He rubbed the back of his with his free hand. "I- uh- I think I'm gonna head out, I just remembered I had this- this thing. I'm sorry, I wish I could stay I just- I gotta go." He said, gathering his things and planting a quick kiss on Emily's cheek. She furrowed her brow as she watched him hurry out, shaking her head slowly.
"Alright, bye. I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked.
"Yeah, tomorrow!" He yelled back to her, hurrying out the door. He needed to figure out what happened with Frickard, and what the hell to do about it.
Frickard ran all the back to his house, his face as red as could be. He sat down in his room, taking a deep breath and trying to process what just happened. He rubbed his head, feeling insane. He kissed Ben Arnold- Ben Arnold, his mortal enemy! How could he do that? And how could he... how could he feel so okay with it? It was wrong how...how right it felt. He thought for a while and began to come up with a idea, a plan. He had something to offer to ben-and Emily. The both of them. He had a plan.