"We better get going to mate." Smith said, trying to get up unsuccessfully. It was so hilarious but also cute watching him trying to get his massive body off of the beanbag with it moving about underneath him. He gave up, huffing angrily, while I just stood there holding in the laughter trying to escape. "AWH f*ck of Trott." he crossed his arms refusing to look at me.
"Sorry man, here." I apologised grabbing his forearm which my tiny hands, compared to his, they couldn't even fully get around his arm. With both me pulling and him doing whatever the heck he was doing, Smith finally managed to stand up, before he stumbled and nearly fell down again but I managed to grab his shoulder just in time.
"Thanks but you're still a d*ck." He smirked at me. "Awh I just realised it's too late to go air softing now!" His smile turning to sadness, with his sad puppy dog eyes.
"Hey, it's okay we can go another time." I offered, "Lets get you home for now" He looked up at me and nodded. "Lets go!" I said grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the room. Nobody else was around, everyone had long gone home. We turned all the lights off but went back to our room to switch of the computers and grab our things before heading out the main door, to get our cars.
"Trott." He said stopping me from walking any further. His eyes looked all weird and his cheeks and forehead were still red. "I don't think I can drive home."
"That's okay you can come to minds. We can have a sleepover, yay!" I joked.
"You are such a loveable twat." Alex said smacking me lightly on the back of the head. Did he just say loveable?
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Troffy
FanfictionA fan fiction about 2/3 of Hatfilms from the Yogscast. Alsmithy (Alex Smith) and Trottimus (Chris Trott) make up the ship name: Troffy.
