chapter4-not what it looks like!

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Warnings:
Cursing
Swearing
Suggestive

Authors note:
Guys I'll be better I swear I'll write better

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Cheesy was hanging out with trophy again, sitting down on cheesy's bed. He was just smiling, listening to trophy talk and shit talk about other people, he looks so happy, but inside he's thinking;
"oh my minalgods please stfu I don't want to hear you talk shit about salt and silver spoon I don't give a flying fuck"

You might be thinking, how and why is cheesy hanging out with trophy again? Well..

(Flashback to an hour ago)

Cheesy's phone dings as he gets a text from trophy. He picks his phone up and starts to read.
"can we hang out today- oh fuck no!" cheesy furrows his eyebrows and ignores trophy's text.

After only a minute, trophy texts him once again.

"why are you ignoring me?? Boy it's only been a minute geez."
cheesy decides to ignore trophy again.

After another minute, there was knocking of cheesy's door. Cheesy opens it and flinches as he sees trophy standing there with an angry expression.

"why are you ignoring my texts.."
Trophy says, hyperventilating.

His room was a floor below cheesy, so Trophy probably ran upstairs to cheesy's room, that's why he's hyperventilating either that or trophy is pissed as fuck, maybe even both.

"uhm.. what? It's literally 7:00 am in the morning, I didn't see your texts."
Cheesy lies, not wanting to put up with trophy and his weird behavior.

"lies. I heard you read my texts out."
Trophy says, clenching his fists.

"oh.. so he was outside listening in on me the entire time, that's fucking weird." cheesy thought to himself.

Trophy takes a step closer to cheesy.
"lets hang out today, c'mon."

Cheesy takes a step back, a little offended that trophy just barged into his room like that without permission or warning.

"we're friends now, right?"
Trophy asks, smiling at cheesy.

Cheesy shakes his head no.
"I have a comedy show today, you know that, and I need to practice an think of what to say-"

"please! C'mon cheesy! You have time right?"
trophy steps inside once more.
"please please please!"

Cheesy sighs as he tries to keep his composure and his cheery personality.
"okay fine.. but do I get to tell my jokes?"

"yay! Also uh, maybe you can tell your jokes? It's really up to you." trophy says.

(Present)

Trophy realizes that cheesy is looking a little pissed off and uninterested, even if he was smiling.

"so, what's your favorite flower?"
Trophy suddenly asks.

"favorite flower? Oh uhm.. I don't know, I don't have a favorite flower."
Cheesy responds, caught off guard by trophy suddenly asking a question.

"well.. I like sunflowers. They're beautiful, unique, and they remind me of you."
Trophy says.
"maybe this will peak his interest." trophy thought.

Cheesy blushes a little.
"oh.. uhm, really? Thanks I guess.."
He reaches to tuck his hair behind his ear but then remembers that it'll be embarrassing to do that so he stops himself.

Trophy slowly moves closer to cheesy, putting his hand around cheesy's shoulder.
"do you work out?"

Cheesy hums.
"no, heh, my bones have the same thickness of string cheese!"
He slaps his knee

Trophy looks at cheesy up and down.
"maybe I should take you to the gym with me, you know coach you and stuff."
Trophy pauses before adding.
"because I'm bigger than you I could.. easily put you in all the right positions and.."
His voice starts to drop a little low, getting closer and closer to cheesy, basically teasing cheesy.

Cheesy blushes and gently pushes trophy away.
"trophy, stop it! That's absolutely disgusting!"

Trophy giggles.
"oh grow up! I'm just sayin.."

Trophy's hand starts to slide down to cheesy's waist, squeezing cheesy's waist. Cheesy starts to chuckle at the feeling, slightly arching his back.

"stop- ahah- stop it it hurts! I'm ticklish!"
Cheesy says, playfully punching trophy. He starts to snort and laugh as trophy continues.

Trophy smiles at cheesy.
"aaw, you're ticklish?"
Trophy starts to tickle cheesy more, making cheesy fall back onto the bed.

Cheesy blushes as he sees that trophy was right above him, making him squirm. Trophy squeezes cheesy's waist again, because of his rough hands and uncontrolled strength, it made cheesy accidentally let out a moan of pain.

"AH!" cheesy gasps out. He blushes furiously as he realizes the noise he just made, covering his face in embarrassment.

Trophy seemed to blush a little.

They were so caught up in the moment that they didn't realize bomb had opened the door.

"a-a-am i-i-i i-i-i-interu-rupting s-s-s-something?"
Bomb says, looking at the both of them with a hint of disgust.

Cheesy and trophy sat up.
"bomb, it's not what you think, really! We were.. we were uhm.." cheesy blushes in embarrassment as he struggles to explain.

Bomb slowly backs away.
"i-i-i-ill u-u-u-uh.. l-l-l-leave.."
Bomb closes the door.

Cheesy couldn't help but feel dread wash over him as bomb leaves,
"he's gonna tell everyone, I just know it-"

Trophy pats cheesy's back, calming him down.

"ill go talk to him."
Trophy says, standing up and following bomb.

This will certainly rise some rumors.

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