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

A party? pt. 2

Knife and Mic were really hitting it off.. Although Microphone was pretty surprised because she never thought Knife was anything else but a quiet, sarcastic guy, and the fact that he was capable of liking someone made her see him in a different light. 

"Hey give me a sec, Microphone." Knife said as he got up from the couch and walked in the direction to the restroom. 

Mic nodded and started to finish her drink as she waited for Knife. 

Knife opened the door to the bathroom and saw Paintbrush and Lightbulb making out by the door. 

Knife's face:  -_-

"Do you two mind?" Knife interrupted. 

Paintbrush looked at Knife, still kissing Lightbulb. "Nope, not at all." Painty chuckled, then grinned and continued kissing her as if Knife wasnt there. 

Knife rolled his eyes and left the bathroom, looking for another one. 

Knife walked with his head down and his hands in his pocket. he bumped into someone because he wasnt looking. 

"Agh, sorry about that." Knife said as he looked up. 

It was Pickle? 

"Pickle? Whoa, haven't seen you in a while."

Pickle grinned, "Yeah, how've you been?" 

"If I'm being honest.. terrible." Knife explained.

"The game really that bad?" Pickle laughed softly.

"Egh, the game show is the least of my worries right now." Knife said as he sighed.

"I can tell you're stressed about something. How about we talk it over some video games?" Pickle smiled and reassured Knife. 

Knife smiled comfortably. "Yeah! It's been a while since we played." 

Knife followed Pickle into his room since the living room tv was full of people around it. 

Pickle set up the game and they both sat down on his bed, grabbing controllers. 

-meanwhile-

"What's taking Knife so long?" Mic said as she sighed and walked into the direction that she saw Knife leave.

While she walking up the stairs she ran into Trophy. 

"Oh, Trophy-" 

"Have you seen Knife?" They said at the same time. 

They both paused and started getting flustered to the thought of Knife.

"Uhh, you're looking for Knife too?" Trophy asked as he stepped back.

"Yeah.. What do you need him for?" Mic said as she raised her eyebrow.

"Ah don't worry about it, I'm sure your reason is much more important." Trophy annoyingly sighed and walked past Microphone.  

Mic stayed quiet as Trophy left, but then she continued walking up the stairs. 

-back to Knife and Pickle- 

they set up a game and starting to play, while Pickle made small talk. but it didn't seem to get awkward. 

Knife kept looking at Pickle from the corner of his eye. Playing video games with him felt so normal. It actually make Knife feel genuinely happy.  

"So, Pickle. I've been having some trouble in the 'love' category." Knife said nervously.

Pickle looks at Knife. "Oh?" 

"Yeah, it's just that I can't seem to content with anybody. But when I think i've found the right person, after a while.. it never feels right." Knife sighed.

Pickle puts his hand on Knife's shoulder. "Maybe you've been looking in all the wrong places." Pickle explained. 

Knife started getting nervous and flustered, he turned a bit to look at Pickle. "What do you mea-" 

Pickle put his hand on Knife's chin and pulled him closer, which made Knife stop talking. He looked into Knife's eyes with a chipper look. 

"This is what I mean.." Pickle leans in..

to be continued.. 

LMAO SORRY!