Panic room~ Comedy gold

CH7~ I bet on loosing dogs

Song - I bet on loosing dogs by Mitski

TWS-  GRAPHIC DEPICTONS OF S/H, SAD ZTUFF:(

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Cheesy was sitting in the lobby sleepily, barely keeping his eyes open as OJ stated something 'very important' and all the hotel guests needed to hear. 

Of course, he wasn't listening.

Actually.. Paper was the only one listening.

Cheesy was sitting next to Trophy, who had reluctantly agreed to that. Even though Cheesy was straight-faced, inside he was squealing at the close proximity of the jock and had to fight every instinct to scooch just a teensy weeeensy bit closer.

He hadn't even noticed OJ had dismissed them until he saw Pickle stand up. Cheesy picked his way through the crowd and sat down at the kitchen counter. He watched Soap, Pepper, and a random hotel guest walk up the stairs. He was waiting for Trophy to appear, but he seemed to be talking to someone. He narrowed his eyes at the tall, skinny figure Trophy was talking to. 

Knife.

..He wouldn't say it out loud, but he always got jealous when Trophy talked to Knife. He always thought Trophy preferred to be around Knife more than him. He almost let out an audible gasp as Trophy walked up to him.

Something about how a couple of peoples eyes landed on the strawberry blond boy made him uncomfortable. Trophy had a scowl on his face as he approached. Cheesy realized that he was the center of attention. "Hey." Trophy said, looming over the shorter boy. "Hi," Cheesy's voice came out small and scared. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Gouda day, isn't it?" 

"The gouda-est." Trophy smiled.

"That's just swissational!" Cheesy smiled back. 

"Say, would it be a Gouda day to hang out?"

..

Cheesy tried to hide how giddy he was.

"Okay...s-sounds burrutaful!" 

"See you at 6?" Trophy spoke loudly.

Cheesy nodded.

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Cheesy was in his room, nervously deciding if he should  wear something outgoing, or something basic. He picked out high-rise baggy jeans and some band tee. Not something he'd wear very often, so maybe it wouldn't be basic in the eyes of Trophy, but not outgoing either.

He quickly went down the hall,down the stairs, and to the lobby where Trophy was waiting. Excitedly Cheesy walked up to him. "Hi." Trophy said plainly, turning and walking outside. Cheesy followed beside the taller male. They strolled out to the docks and Trophy sat down, waiting expectantly for Cheesy to sit next to him.

The two watched the sunset in silence. 

"Hey." Cheesy looked up at him.

"Thanks." He smiled warmly at the dirty blond. 

"Its...no problem?" Trophy replied, slightly confused. 

The rest of their date was filled with an awkward silence,and the occasional question from Cheesy followed by a one-word answer from Trophy, or at least the minimal.

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The end of their 'hang-out' had arrived and Cheesy was heading up to his room, pausing when he heard Knives voice.

..

"Hey." Knife whispered.

"Hi." Trophy mumbled back

"How'd the date with the dork go?" 

"fine."

"I didn't think you'd take up the bet."

"Yeah, well, pay me now?"

"ugh, whatever."

Cheesy stood frozen for a moment, eyes watering. He ran up the stairs to his room, slammed the door, and collapsed onto his bed, sitting up weakly to reach for his knife.

The blade was sharp and shiny, and made a perfect heart shape as Cheesy traced it into his arm.

The blood dripped onto the silver thickly, shining a bright red.

He moved the blade away and laid it down, wiping off the red substance with his thumb before walking away into his bathroom.

He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, then looked down to switch the faucet on cold and rubbed the water on his fresh cut. 

After he'd cleaned up, he looked at the time.

  8:37 pm

He raised his eyebrows, remembering he had a late night show at 9:00. He didn't bother switching his clothes or putting on his makeup as he walked speedily out the door and down to the performance room.

He went back-stage, where OJ was waiting.

"Weren't you supposed to be here at 9:30?" He said crossly.

"Sorry, I was running late." Cheesy excused himself, smiling.

It was now 8:40, and Cheesy had reached into his bag he brought with him and applied his eyeliner carefully, then glitter.

The 20 minutes went by quick and Cheesy was now on stage, telling jokes. His eye got caught on a strangely familiar, brown-haired figure sitting somewhat towards the back of the audience.

When he was done,  he couldn't get the woman out of his mind, and was beginning to wonder if he knew her.

Maybe she was still in the crowd.

He said his goodbyes to OJ and the lightings/sound effects people and left the room. He was walking toward the exit when a hand laid on his shoulder.

He turned around to look, and he had to hold in an excited squeal as he went to hug her.

"Mom!" He said excitedly, pulling away from the hug. "What are you doing here?" 

"I wanted to surprise you, and I was in the area." She was holding the same hand with his fresh cut on the arm. She didn't seem to notice, though. 

"Lets go to your room, its crowded here." She said with an enormous grin.

She followed him to his room, where she sat down on the empty, bed next to his.

"How have you been?" She asked, which started at least an hours worth of conversation.

it was 12:00 now, and Cheesy was trying (and failing) to reach the extra pair of sheets at the top of the closet. He hopped a bit and eventually they fell.. on his head, but still close enough to reach. He handed them to his mother and she laid them out on the bed she was staying on.

Once they'd settled, Cheesy turned off the light and flipped over. " 'Night." He mumbled.

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941 wordz!!

Yay two chapters in less than TWO MONTHS!! R u guys proud of me??

..Sorry for the emotional distress this chapter may cause!!

(but chapter 10 will b worse!!)