Denial - A Comedy Gold Fanfic

Ch 1

// No POV //

Trophy begged for a new room at the hotel. He couldn't handle being in a room with Tissues another day. When OJ agreed, he got a little too happy.

"You know what? If you're gonna act like that, I know exactly who your new roommate is gonna be."

OJ handed Trophy the keys to his new room, and while he was on the way there, he had one thought. "I don't care who it is, as long as it's not..." he turned the knob, his voice finishing the sentence for him. "Cheesy..."

// Trophy POV //

"Trophy, nice to see you! I wasn't doing to gouda by myself!" He slapped his knee with much more enthusiasm than the comment should've brung. "What's up?"

"Switched rooms."

"Why?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I can't handle being with snot-face another second."

"Well, good to see you!" he repeated, going up to shake my hand. I shook his hand, and I felt... warm? Which was odd. His hands were cold, so why was I warm after shaking his hand? I ignored this, and went about moving my stuff. I didn't have much; My camera, a few tank tops, a couple shorts, a pair of pants, some pajamas, and a few jackets.

Cheesy helped. He was oddly nice around me. I mean, not that it stood out or anything. The only thing that stood out about him was how annoying him and his jokes are. And maybe his freckles, too. Er- No they didn't. He was just annoying. That's it.

It was already late, and I hadn't even put sheets on my bed. No blankets or pillows or anything for that matter; OJ never gave me any. I'll have to take some from my old bed tomorrow. I was about to sleep on the floor, when an annoyingly familiar voice came from the other side of the room.

"Uh, Trophy? You, uh, wanna sleep up here?" He patted a spot on the bed next to him. Normally, I'd say no, but I was too tired to think, and the floor's not an ideal sleeping spot, so I obliged.

"Sure, whatever." I climbed onto his bed, and got under the covers. "But we don't mention this. Ever."

"My lips are sealed!" He made a zip and lock motion, and 'threw away' the key. He was such a kid.

I slept on the foot of the bed. He was such a... quiet sleeper. I'm not used to that. At all. I threw on some headphones, and played some music. I don't fall asleep until very late, as the music wasn't exactly ideal for sleeping, but it was better than nothing, I guess.

When I wake up, I was cuddling with that twerp! He looked like he was asleep, though. He was kinda soft- no. No he wasn't. And I didn't want to wake him up. I'm rude, but that's a new low. And I've done blackmail for crying out loud! I can see the clock, and it's already 10. Great. Usually I wake up around 6:00 or 7:00 to work out before breakfast. But, this isn't so bad, either. Or- yes it was. But, he was kinda warm.

Before I knew it, I was back asleep, that dumb excuse of a comedian still in my arms. I woke back up later, and he was awake by then. He- He didn't even try to move! He just... stayed there! In my arms! My face went warm, and I fell out of his bed.

"Woah! That was quite the tumble!" He mumbled something to himself I couldn't quite hear, but something about "falling for someone". I ignored that.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I got up, and we both got changed.

I got a glimpse of him shirtless in my mirror, and I couldn't look away. But- but can you blame me! He was annoying, but he at least had a decent body. Or- no- no he didn't. He didn't- He was annoying. That's all he was. Stupid. An idiot.

In the time I was zoned out, I realised he was looking at me, as well. I wasn't quite, shirtless, and thank God for that. I acted like I hadn't noticed. I mean, it was pretty hard to not look at my amazing physique. I quickly got changed, and he did the same.

I sat on my bed, and he sat on his.

"So..." I said, awkwardly.

"So..." He replied.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go get my sheets and stuff."

"Yeah- Yeah you do that." He said some dumb pun I couldn't hear. I left, and could only think about one thing. "Does that twerp think I like him? 'Cause- 'Cause I don't! No way. It's totally normal to cuddle with your enemies. Absolutely normal. Okay, maybe we were friends, but that's it. Bros. That's all we were."

I grabbed my stuff from my old room, and started heading back, when Cheesy interrupted me. Why does he have to be so annoying? He 'wanted to make sure I was okay' because I 'took too long'. Kinda the whole point, twerp. I hate him so much.

When I get back to the room and made my bed, Cheesy immediately laid in it. He looked so nice there, and it was just the lighting. I told him to stay still, and I grabbed my camera. It beeped at me, signaling that it was almost out of battery, which was weird; I charged it last week, and I haven't touched it since then. Maybe I left it on or something.

Quickly, I took the photo of him. He made a dumb face, and he looked so cu- dumb laying there. I went to look at it, but scrolled too far. I found a lot of images of him on there.

"Uh, Cheesy?" I asked.

"Yeah? What's up?" He answered himself after. "The ceiling." He chuckled. It was cute- No. No. It. Wasn't.

"Uh, why are there a whole bunch of images of you on my camera roll?" I showed him the screen, to which he says,

"I don't see anything." He snickered.

"Oh, fantastic! The battery died." I sighed, and fall back onto his bed, as he was still laying on mine. "Do you plan on leaving my bed any time soon?"

"Nope!" He replied, chuckling. To be honest, I don't doubt it for a second. He was stubborn, and I admire him for that. In a bro way. Duh. Why else would I admire him? No reason. I get back up, and change the batteries. Then I showed him the photos.

"Yeah, don't remember that." He was clearly lying.

"Sure, okay." I let it slide. Couldn't be killing my roommate on the second day here. That was definitely it. Not because I wanted to keep the photos or keep taking photos of him or anything. Okay, maybe. But, he looks so good in the lighting! As- as a friend.

I stare at the photos for a while, and look up, catching my face in my mirror. My normally tanned face was a light shade of pink. I check the clock, and realise I was staring at the photos for a lot longer than I thought. It was 10:53. I was staring... at those stupid photos of him... for 40 minutes! If I had any chance at waking up before 8 tomorrow, I'd have to go to bed, like, now.

I look over, and he was sleeping on my bed. I knew I should've just killed him. I carefully pick him up, careful not to wake him, and put him in his bed. His breathing was still slow, and he was snoring slightly, so I could tell he was still fast asleep. He was a very heavy sleeper.

Normally, if this were anyone else, in any other circumstance, I'd leave him there on top of his bed, but he was so cold he was literally shivering. I'd feel bad if I didn't - and I don't tend to feel guilty - so I put his blankets over him, and made sure he wasn't shivering. He was smiling, so I could tell he wasn't cold anymore.

I brushed my hands through his thick, curly hair - like a friend - and pulled out my phone and headphones for a background noise. The music I listen to isn't ideal for sleeping, but nonetheless, I drifted off to sleep, and could only think about those photos. Those beautiful, beautiful photos