Comedy Gold! (Cheesy x Trophy fanfic)

Four - I Saw That...

(cussing in this story again)

Trophy's P.O.V.

It was yet another normal day. I shouldn't even say normal. It was boring as HELL. Nothing as.. exciting was happening. Just that Clean freak scrubbing the windows and shit. She was so fucking annoying. I hated how clean it looked sometimes, even though it smelled like lavender. Although, that lavender smell was interrupted and merged with the smell of chlorine, bleach, and Windex. I hated how clean it smelled at this point. She couldn't get a break, could she?

I decided to take a relaxing break, myself. I was going to take pictures again, and make sure that Cheesy Twerp wasn't going to take my camera again.

I also had to make sure I myself didn't let my camera out of my sight. I can't just be irresponsible with my belongings like that. Especially my personal ones. I can't afford to let that stupid piece of shit, Cheesy, going through my stuff and pictures again. I just got lucky for only a second.

That nosy son of a bitch. He didn't know how to keep those stupid squirmy hands to himself.

(WRITER HERE! I FINALLY VERIFIED MY EMAIL 😭 IT TOOK SO MUCH DOWNLOADING AND DELETING YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH PAIN I FELT)

Cheesy's P.O.V.

It's been 2 days already. I'm still so curious as to why Trophy's face was so red when grabbing the camera. I have no idea why I'm still thinking of this. I need to stop. It's not a big deal! He was just embarrassed that I saw how GOUDA he was at taking photos!

*knee slap*

It's really cool knowing that Trophy is a photographer. Despite being an absolute asshole, he's really into things that are calming, and the complete opposite of his personality.

I find it like Yin and Yang! That time when they got separated by Test Tube's potion. It turns out that without them connected into one body, it would be utter chaos. Yang's attitude and Yin's kindness help balance each other out, just like how Trophy's rage around others are balanced out by calming activities he likes, like photography.

You get what I'm saying.

I...

I think I like him.

No P.O.V.

*one day passes lmfao*

Trophy was outside of the hotel, taking more pictures--of course.  He was still thinking about Cheesy, for some reason. He didn't know why. He brought a certain... hmm... well, something in his life. It just made his life seem more different, and more... alive.

Holy shit... Do I...