Good luck! {COMEDYGOLD}

PROLOGUE

It was 9:14 pm,December 14th on a Friday.That date will forever be engraved in Cheesy's brain.Cheesy had just finished putting away the chairs from his comedy show,he was so happy that so many people came to see him.He's always had a thing for making people happy,he found some form of comfort from it.He locked the auditorium doors and stepped into the hallway.As he walked down it he would wave to some of the fellow hotel residents.He finally to the elevator,pressed the floor 4 button,promptly the doors shut and
Cheesy could feel it move.Once he got out he started to walk to his once shared room.

Before Cheesy could open the door,he heard soft weeping from the door across from his.
It was Trophy's door,they had been neighbors ever since Cheesy was eliminated.The tall blonde had always been kind of rude to Cheesy even after the competition.Still,he couldn't just leave him crying!Cheesy walked over to the door and creaked it open.There he saw Trophy sitting on his bed sobbing and hitting himself.Cheesy swore he could hear him muttering something,he stepped closer cautiously.He could hear him more clearly now "stupid..stupid..stupid"Trophy sobbed.Cheesy finally made his presence known by tapping Trophy's shoulder.He flinched at the touch and quickly turned around.There where tears flowing down his face and he was getting redder by the minute."Get the fuck out of my room"he said."Trophy are you okay.."Cheesy responded. "NO,NO IM NOT OKAY INFACT IM THE WORST I'VE EVER BEEN THANKS FOR ASKING"Trophy yelled,he reacted as if those four words killed his entire bloodline.Cheesy was a bit taken a back from his outburst and questioned himself on what he should do.Should he leave him be or should he help and comfort him.

Cheesy sat down beside him and began to speak "do you want to talk about it?". He saw Trophy's head shake, "I don't have to tell you shit".Cheesy, a little hurt, let it go.
He didn't know what to say and just sat there for a bit contemplating if he should leave or not,until Trophy began to speak.
"Why..why do you care about me.You should hate me,everyone in this goddamn hotel does." He began to cry again,his head in his hands.Cheesy paused,then hesitantly grabbed Trophy's hands."Because I....because I think you deserve a shoulder to cry on.Someone to help you when you're upset". That was the breaking point for Trophy,he wailed and started talking but his voice was so slurred Cheesy couldn't understand a word.He held out his hands in front of Trophy looking up to him."Can I...hug you?" Trophy nodded his head and immediately went into Cheesy's embrace.He was wearing a soft cotton sweater,the fabric felt like a cloud on his face.As he sobbed into Cheesy's sweater he could feel Cheesy rub circles on his back as he told him softly "that's it let it all out,your okay,it's all gonna be okay".Cheesy lifted Trophy's chin up."Let's go to my room,I promise it's less stuffy in there".

He held Trophy's hand and led him to his room.Trophy's face was absolutely flushed and his hands felt like they where burning.Once they got in the room Cheesy played some music and started singing.It was Rises the Moon,his voice was angelic,Trophy felt a tug at his heart.They sat on the bed when suddenly Cheesy pulled Trophy in for a hug again.They were laying down in each other's arms with their legs intertwined. Trophy's head laid on Cheesy's stomach as Cheesy ran his fingers through Trophy's hair.Trophy didn't fight it,he didn't even argue.He just..went with it.There was a part of his brain that was screaming at him to push him off and leave.To suck it all up.But he didn't.Trophy laid there in Cheesy's arms.He listened to him sing in his arms.He softly wept in his arms.

He fell asleep in his arms.