~NOTE~: 4/5/2018 I've been writing a lot sporadically, but I've also been too busy with college and life to polish. Hopefully, I'll have time in the next week or two to edit & post! ☺
~NOTE~: Some Chapters Already Semi-Explicit to Explicit (Ch.'s 14, 17, 18, 23, 24, & upcoming 25 thus far- Chapters with Sexual Content become more Explicit as Story Progresses.) Though Story Itself Still Has Mature Rating, atm
Shockingly, Simmons was just intoxicated enough to whisper to Grif, “I…I have a secret…”
“Oh, yeah? You gonna tell me what it is?,” Grif asked, trying to sound chill. He was sure this son of a bitch was talking about being in the closet.
“There’s this… side of me… that I have to… hide… ,” Simmons spoke so, so quietly, like he was trying to not be overheard… “It’s really s-scary… sometimes…” His voice cracked.
“Hey, man, it’s cool, I get it.” Grif almost sounded calm. Laid-back... Almost. “You don’t… uh…” Fuck. He actually was trying. “You don’t gotta hide it… from me. I mean, I don’t care. I don’t judge. I mean, I DO, but not for that…"
- Part 1 of Becoming Whole
Grif turned slowly toward him…
And, Simmons knew. He knew before Grif even opened his damn mouth.
Son of a bitch! Simmons just HAD to accidently tell on himself/reveal all his secrets to this fatass time and time again…
- Part 2 of Becoming Whole