Couldn't keep away... ( INANIMATE INSANITY // LIGHTBRUSH Fanfiction )

I don't like you Trophy, I was drunk.

 the following day.. 

knife woke up, drowsy. he remembers trophy giving him a ride back home last night but that was probably it.

he forced himself out of his bed, "agh... why did I drink so much.." 

he got up and walked to the bathroom. 

knife grabbed his toothbrush and got a text from someone. 

*text* Trophy: hey, can we talk about last night?

knife looked down at his phone and rolled his eyes. "what's he talking about.. Trophy's annoying as hell." 

knife started brushing his teeth when he got another text from trophy. 

*text* Trophy: Knife??

knife groaned in frustration. "im stho closth to blocking histh number" knife said with a mouth full of foam from the toothpaste. 

knife left his toothbrush hanging in his mouth and picked up his phone.

he texted trophy back.

*text* Knife: what do you want, Trophy? 

Trophy read the text right away, knife saw and actually got weirded out so he scoffed. 

Trophy then decided to call. 

"wh- HESTH CALLING ME NOW?" 

knife picked up, in annoyance. 

*over the phone* Trophy: "woah, knife you actually answered!"

Knife: "can I help you?"

Trophy: "..why do you sound so muffled?" 

knife: "im tryna brusth my teesth!" 

Trophy chuckled over the phone because of the voice Knife was talking in. 

Trophy: "you sound cute."

Knife: "oh sthut up" 

Trophy: "ok but Knife, we really gotta talk. call me when you're done.. ok?" 

Knife: "yeah yeah, I will"

Knife ended the call and finished up. 

a few minutes later~

Knife walked out of the bathroom with his phone in his hand. he looked down at his recent call log and stared at Trophy's number and sighed.

Knife clicked on Trophy's icon and called him..

Trophy answered after a few beeps went by. 

*over the phone* Trophy: "hey."

Knife: "let's get this over with.."

Trophy: "I feel like you're annoyed with me."

Knife: "and what? you gonna cry?"

Trophy: *scoffs* ".. yeah, want me to? because I can."

Knife chuckled lightly, then cleared his throat. 

Trophy: "so you know how we.. kissed-" 

Knife: "I don't like you Trophy, I was drunk and I wasn't thinking."

Trophy: "..mhmm"

Knife: "..."

Trophy: "well.." 

Knife: "well what." 

Trophy: "mm, nothing-"

Knife: "what?? tell me." 

Trophy: "nah, there isn't much to say, you aren't interested.." 

Knife: "how would you know if I wasn't interested if you didn't even tell m-"

Trophy: "OJ's hotel. 11pm. bye." 

Knife: "I-"

Trophy ended the call before Knife could say a thing. 

"ughh! what the hell. he just expects me to do whatever he says.." knife scoffed.

Knife walked out of his house and shut the door behind him. he started walking to behind the houses looking at the ground. 

a few seconds later he bumped into someone and almost tripped. 

"ah!.. watch where you're go-" knife looked up and saw that he bumped into Microphone, so he stopped talking. 

"I- oh, shit! sorry Mic.." knife said with a different tone. 

he picked Microphone up off the ground by her hand. 

"it's alright, I'm good.." Mic replied as she smiled. 

knife smiled back.. 

Mic broke the silence and started to speak, "hey, um Knife.. you're not gonna say anything to anyone about *you know who*.. right?" 

Knife paused. "Uhh, who?"

"..taco" Microphone said.

".. ohh. no don't worry about it, I don't really care about that." Knife explained.

Microphone sighed in relief from hearing that again. "ok, thanks Knife, i'll see ya around."

Microphone put her hand of Knife's shoulder and smiled at him, then walked away.

Knife smiled back, but as soon as Mic left, he slouched and sighed. 

"Trophy is fucking with my feelings.."