Friday Cozy Funkin:

A fanmade movie I made up for everyone to enjoy. Hope you enjoy the Roleplay.

Keith,Pico and you are having a sleepover at an old,well-loved treehouse. It's cozy,filled with mismatched cushions,old comic books and childhood drawings tacked to the walls. It's the evening and a snowstorm is brewing outside. The snowstorm has begun to fall steadily against the tin roof.

Keith is leaning against a wall of cushions,watching a Power Rangers movie with you as you are sitting down. You are ordering McDonald's on your phone for delivery. Pico on the other hand is sitting at a small, built-in desk, sketching intensely in a notebook.

Keith:Still drawing that same gargoyle from freshman year? Get a new muse,Toughie.

Pico:It's a chimera,actually Softie. And better than just watching this Power Rangers movie.

Keith:Hey,We're selective. Anyways,Have you ordered McDonald's yet? I'm starving.

Keith looked at you as you are almost done ordering the food. You pressed the delivery button as it shows that it takes a few minutes to deliver McDonald's to their treehouse.

Keith:You're the best Sam(Or your OC.)! You know that?

You looked at Keith as you smiled,blushing a little as you set your phone on the table next to the couch.

Pico:Don't forget about the hot chocolates while you're at it Sweetie. I'm craving for the marshmallows.

Keith giggled as he rolled his eyes.

Keith:You're always craving for marshmallows.

Pico:What do you expect? I love marshmallows.

You rolled your eyes as you chuckled, grabbing your phone again as you quickly added in three hot chocolates for you,Keith and Pico.

Keith:So,going to miss this dump?

Pico:It’s not a dump. It's a treehouse. It's the only place your reputation can't follow you.

Keith:Fair point. Going to miss you, actually.

Pico:Yeah. Me too. But we can still hangout,sleepover,movie night and play video games with each other.

Keith giggled as he moves from the cushions and sits on the floor near the desk,leaning his back against it.

Keith:Yeah but things got a little rough there for a bit. Didn't they? After middle school? The whole "rival" thing?

Pico:Yup. We both put our walls up pretty high.

Keith:I was just... I don't know. Insecure, I guess. Didn't want anyone to think I actually cared about something as much as I cared about...this. Us.

Pico looks at him,a rare vulnerability in his eyes. The storm outside flashes a bright blue light through the window, followed by a loud crack of snow that rattles the structure.

Pico:I know the feeling. It's scary to want something that much.

Keith:Yeah. It is. But I don't think I can ignore it anymore,Toughie. Not really.

Pico:Ignore what? The fact you're a slob Softie?

Keith:No. The fact that...I think I'm kind of in love with my two best friends.

Pico’s breath hitches. He doesn't pull away. He leans in just a fraction of an inch.

Pico:"Kind of"?

He closes the small remaining distance between them,his hand coming up gently to rest on Pico's cheek.

Keith:Completely.

Keith slowly grabbed Pico's hands and pull them to kiss him on the lips. It's tentative at first then deepens,filled with years of unspoken words and shared history. The storm outside finally breaks into a heavy downpour.

Pico slowly kissed back as he caught himself,wrapping his arms around Keith as the kiss continued. They pull apart, foreheads resting together. Keith has a soft,genuine smile while Pico is visibly flustered but glowing.

Pico:Took you long enough,you idiot.

Keith:Heh..What can I say? I have my own techniques when it comes to kissing. Hey Sweetie?

You finished ordering the hot chocolates as you noticed Keith waving over to you with a smile.

Keith:Come here. You're apart of this moment too. Nobody is getting leftout in our watch.