My Diggy Diggy One Shots

Off To Minecon

*Alright so it seems everyone does a “Someone comes to visit and they have to stay with someone else and they fall in love or something” so I figured I should.

Alright, so this is going to be a bit different, Ross has to share a room with Sjin while they are in the US for Mincon because it is only two to a room.*

“Hey Ross,” I turn away from my suitcase to see Trott standing in the doorway, looking guilty. “Don’t get mad, but you have to bunk with Sjin at Minecon.” He doesn’t look at me.

I just stare at Trott, waiting for him to break into a fit of laughter.

“Why am I the one bunking with him? Can nobody else bunk with him?” I sit down and throw the shirt that was in my hand at the wall.

I don’t know what it is, but something just really bugs me about Sjin. I’ve seen some people suggest it is because we are both architects and he hates marble, I hate mahogany, but I see nothing wrong with having two architects in the Yogscast. Maybe it's because he can grow an amazing beard and I can’t. Something I will never admit to anyone.

“He isn’t that bad,” Trott says before quickly leaving.

“Eat shit, Sjin!” I yell. I sit there fuming for a few more minutes before getting up to finish packing.

“Hey, Smith,” I say, walking out into the kitchen.

“Hey, Ross. Trott tell ya the good news?” Smith smirks.

“Eat shit Smith,” I say. It’s only a week. We are only sleeping in the same room, we don’t have to talk to each other.

.~'~.

We are just about to get on the plane when Sjin walks over to me.

“Hey Ross. Excited for Minecon?” While I don’t really know what Sjin thinks about me, he seems to think we are friends.

I look around, hoping Smith or Trott will come save me. They are standing a few feet away talking to Turps and Lewis.

I nod slowly, looking back to Sjin. “Yeah, are you ready to eat shit?”

Sjin laughs. “Oh-ho. Looking forward to it,” He winks before turning away.

I frown at his back as I watch him walk over to Sips.

“A’ight Ross?” Smith asks. “Look a little dazed,” I glare at him.

“Fuck off, Smith.” I say.

Now boarding flight 3C to America. A voice over the loudspeakers says.

“That’s our flight.” Lewis says. We board the plane and to my not-so-pleasant surprise, I am stuck next to Sjin.

I send a pleading look to Smith and Trott, hoping they will switch seats with me. I don’t want to say anything to anyone else, and I can’t think of any excuse to switch seats with someone.

“Bunking with me isn’t enough, is it Ross?” Sjin says, and I laugh.

“You wish, Sjin.” I say, putting my luggage in the compartment.

“We have a whole week of sleeping together, Ross. Anything can happen.” I stand on tiptoe so Sjin can’t see my face.

So he can’t see me blush.

“Need help, Ross?” I hear Lewis ask. I shake my head and shut the compartment.

“Please take your seats, we will be taking off soon.”

I sit down and close my eyes. It’s going to be a long ride.

..I wake up sometime later and look around to see almost everyone else on the plane asleep. I look over to see Sjin sleeping, and he looks so peaceful, I smile.

He isn’t all that bad, maybe I will spend a bit more time in my room. . .

I blink a couple of times, shake my head. I get up and go to the bathroom, splashing some water over my face.

I go back and sit down, and fall asleep. I dream of mahogany and marble.