Marble Hornets Oneshots

Timman

Tim sighed as he set down a box full of many old items, placing his hands on his hips. "I think that's the last one," he said, glancing over at Brian. The curly haired brunette was digging in another box, pulling out things at random. He grinned when he found a loaded nerf gun, pulling it out and cocking it. He turned to look at Tim, raising the gun. "Hands up, pretty boy," he said, grin widening as Tim flinched. Tim began to smile, putting his hands out in front of him. "Don't," he giggled, but Brian didn't listen. He pulled the trigger, the dart launching towards Tim. "OW- My tit!' He exclaimed, putting a hand over the affected area. A laugh left him, Brian tossing his head back and cackling. "Is your nip okay?" Brian asked between giggles. "Do I need to kiss it better?"
This caused the two to burst into a fit of laughter, Tim nearly tripping over his feet as a result of it. Giggles still left him as he wiped his eyes from their tears, chest pounding due to the lack of oxygen. "Holy shit," he breathed, Brian giggling as he turned back to his task at hand. He dug into the box, continuing to pull random things out. "What are you plannin' to do with all of this anyway?" Brian asked, furrowing his brows as he stared at what seemed to be a mini scrap book. Tim sat in front of the box he set down, beginning to search in it. "Alex said he needed tapes for some school project thingy he's doin'," Tim replied. "I know I have some somewhere, I just dunno where." Brian didn't respond, picking up the little book. He opened it, his suspicions being confirmed. There were many pictures in it, some clearly before Tim and Brian had even met. He flipped through the pages, holding in snickers at the pictures of Tim with horribly long haircuts. He'd smile at the occasional photos of the two, flooding his mind with happy memories.
Tim hummed to himself as he dug around in the box, but then heard a small laugh from Brian. "Yo, T," he said, causing Tim to look over. "Yeah?" He asked, furrowing his brows. "Who's Timman?" Brian asked, Tim being able to hear the wide smile through his voice. Tim's eyes widened, face flushing bright red. "What did you find?" He asked, beginning to scoot over to Brian. Brian began to giggle, pulling out a polaroid from the book. It was a picture of Tim in a white t-shirt and shorts, but he was sporting bright pink roller skates with a matching helmet. Sunglasses rested on his face.
"BriAN-" Tim exclaimed, reaching over to grab the photo from Brian's hands
Brian wasn't quick enough to pull back, Tim yanking the photo from him. "Nooo!" Brian said with a laugh, struggling to hold on to the scrap book that Tim also tried taking. "Tell me who Timman is!!!"
"GIMMIE THE BOOK!" Tim boomed, his face only darkening. Brian began to laugh, losing his grip on the scrap book. He leaned back, laying on the carpet as he laughed. Tim stood, shoving the photo back into its page before shutting it. He mumbled out of embarrassment, it not being heard over Brian's laughter.

(Someone please tell me they know who Timman is QwQ.)