Denial - A Comedy Gold Fanfic

Ch 5

// Cheesy POV

I covered my mouth in shock and stopped crying immediately. I couldn't believe what I just said. Why was I sorry? He was the jerk, so why should I be sorry? It didn't make any sense!

"Ch- Cheesy?" He said, breaking the silence in the room, and the noisiness in my head.

"Yeah?" I tried to sound casual, but it was so obvious I was nervous.

"Did you mean that?"

"What?"

"Did- Did you mean that?" He was... apologetic.

"No?" I was too scared to admit the truth.

"Oh- okay." He looked scared, considering I just told him everything about me. And, I get guilty way too easily.

"Okay! I lied! I did!"

"R- Really?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I... I don't know. I mean, I guess 'cause I annoy you so much."

"I mean, you do sometimes, but your jokes are funny! Only- only sometimes, though." He went red. I ignored this, and went on.

"Yeah, but it's so clear that you don't like me! And- and I'm sorry!"

"Stop saying sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about. I should be. I'm such a jerk to you, and usually I have a reason, but sometimes I don't. I just do it for my own ego. And I really should stop being so rude."

"Really?" I was still a mess.

"Yeah. Now quit crying and let's go get some food. You've been crying since 4:00, and it's already 7:00." He snickered, and started to leave the room. He took off his jacket.

No way he liked me. At all. But, by God, am I falling.

"Okay, wait up! But, after this, I'll leave you.." I snickered. "Prov-alone!"

"I take it back, your jokes are always bad." He turned around to face me. "Here, wait-" He bent down, and wiped the tears off my cheeks with his thumb. I heated up, I might as well have melted. I could tell I was red. He was so close to my face, and his hands were touching my face. They were warm.

I sat there in the hallway lost in thought. Mainly about him. He picked me up, and carried me on his shoulder. "You're so slow. Pick up the pace at some point, dude!"

Just knowing he was there, below me, made me go red again. He was so strong. He didn't even struggle to carry me. Like, at all. God, he was dreamy. Before I knew it, he set me back on the floor. It was over too soon.

"Go get yourself some food or something."

"Okay." I started to look around to see what OJ got, when my head got a sharp pain. "Ugh, my head hurts."

"Are you okay?" I think he was just concerned because of what happened the other day. Can't believe I had to miss out on my comedy gig that day!

"Yeah, just a tiny headache." I was lying. I had a pounding migraine. Half from my fall, half from the crying.

"Are you sure? You look like your in a lot of pain." He was also good at recognising things.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure." I was lying, and I think it was pretty clear I was.

"No, you're lying. Sit down, I'll make you something. I don't want you complaining tonight." That was a fair reason. I complained a lot.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna be a bother."

"Yeah, I'm sure. You're not a bother, I swear. Besides, no offense, but you're not really the greatest cook around. The only one worse than you, here, is probably Soap."

From the other room, we could hear a shout of disagreement. "Hey! No I'm not!"

"Yeah, you are!" Trophy shouted back, ignoring her next response. "Anyway, yeah, I'm sure. It's not a bother at all. Really." He sounded so genuine, but I think he was lying. He wasn't exactly one to consider things "not a bother".

I chuckled at the argument, making my migraine worse. "I'm gonna go get some Advil or something."

"'Kay. I'm pretty sure Fan has some."

I left the room in search of Fan. Surprise, surprise, she was in her room. She was listening to Spoiled Lemon and updating her blog.

"Yo Cheesy! What's up?"

"You got any Advil? My head is spinning haha."

"Yeah, here ya go!" She tossed me a pill.

"Thanks! I'm a big fan of Spoiled Lemon, by the way!" I slapped my knee, and she chuckled slightly. "Seriously though, coming for your posters soon." She laughed, I laughed, and I left the room.

"See ya around!"

"Right back at'cha!" She said, waving at me. I waved back, and skipped to the kitchen. Every time my foot planted, my head hurt more. But, whatever. Anything to look like the pretty princess I am.

When I got back to the kitchen, Trophy made spaghetti. "Uh, it's not that good. I'm not the greatest cook, either. Much better than you, though." He leaned on my head. I got all flustered.

"Yeah, probably." I laughed, and he chuckled slightly.

"Alright. Eat so you can take your dumb pill and make your dumb little headache better."

"Right." The pill was still in my pocket. I started to eat. "Dude! This is great! You're an awesome cook!"

He went really red. "R-Really? Thanks!"

Y'know... now that I think about it, he went red a lot around me. And, he stuttered when I complimented him. I'm- I'm sure it's nothing. Test Tube does that with Lightbulb all the time. It had to've been nothing. People do that all the time with their friends. My thought was interrupted by Trophy.

"You good?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You look a little... out of it. You're usually so... peppy! Like, annoyingly energetic! And, I dunno, annoying?!"

"Thanks..." I rolled my eyes. "But, yeah! I'm doing a lot cheddar than earlier! In fact, I'm doing grate!" I slapped my knee, and he audibly laughed, before quickly stopping and coughing. He was red again.  "Just lost in thought, that's all. Thanks, by the way."

"Huh?"

"For-... for the food."

"Oh, yeah. No problem."

I took the Advil in my pocket, and my headache calmed a little. Before I knew it, Trophy picked me up, and carried me on his shoulder again. I started to laugh uncontrollably, as my head was upside down. Blood flow and whatnot, y'know?

"What are you doing?"

"Carrying you to the room, stupid! I don't want you hurting yourself anymore. You already almost died of blood loss, passed out, and you have a headache. All of that within a week. I mean- not that- not that I care or anything."

// HOPE YOU GUYS LOVED READING THIS, BECAUSE I LOVED WRITING THIS :3c //