[Trophy's POV]
As I lied down, I just couldn't stop thinking of Cheesy. That stupid twerp- I just wanna- UGH! I didn't want to wake Tissues... he... has his own problems. So, I did want any other sane person would, run down the stairs because the elevator SUCKS, and go to drown my worries in all the cheddar cheese chips I could desire!
[Third Person POV]
As Trophy walked towards the fridge, he said, "Hey Twerp-" Cheesy got startled and jumped, "Geez!- Oh, hi Troph!" He said, turning away from the fridge.
Trophy slightly blushed and confusedly said, "Wha- Troph?? Why-?" Cheesy quickly interjected, I don't know, just came to my mind!" He smiled right at him.
Trophy's life flashed before him, because to him, Cheesy was being adorable. To him, Cheesy's smile shined brighter than 100 stars.
"So," Cheesy said, interrupting the 5-second silence, "how'd you think of my last comedy act? I put a lot of effort making it cheddar than the last one!" Trophy slightly chuckled, looking down, directly at him, and said, "I swear, where the hell do you get these puns!" Cheesy looked up at him, and said "Whatever you want to think. I'll never tell, never!" He joked around, then yawned. "Hey, you tired?" Trophy asked in a low tone. "Meh, I guess-" Cheesy replied, walking and waving to Trophy " 'Night Troph.."
[Cheesy's POV]
As I get to my room, I lay in bed and blush to myself as my Spotify decided to put 'Two Trucks' by Lemon Demon just as I lay my head down.
Goshdarnit. Trophy's killing me! He's getting to a point where he's being a better person, he loves my jokes and I love him for that! I don't know what to do anymore.. my life is crumbling into pieces. Last comedy show made at least 15 bucks. OJ helps, a lot. And I feel guilty for depending on him. I just need to sleep, that'll help I guess..
[Third Person POV]
As the morning comes and passes, just a normal day, until, Yin, Yang, Cherries, Trophy, and Tissues are called to what OJ calls his 'office'. As they go inside, OJ says, "Do you guys know how hard it is to organize room changes?!"
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Holy guac I'm SO SORRY it took so long to update- writers block is a wild, wild thing. IM SO HAPPY WITH HOW THIS TURNED OUT YAYAYAYA-
WORD COUNT: 374 (Super Mario Party announcer voice) new record!
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{~Golden-Clad Lovers~} (COMEDYGOLD fic)
FanfictionA photographer and a comedian, what shenanigans are destined to happen? (DISCLAIMER: This is a human au, I just think it'll help with what kind of story I'm going for with them two)
