Chp.14 | Flying Sparks

Hehe, I love lore!

Don't read any of the next chapter if you get or are triggered by any of the following:

Crying

Self harm

Blood

3rd person POV~

Microphone stared at Taco for a while, for face not changing expression. It was the same blank stare, although, Mic's cheeks kept getting redder the more she looked at Taco. Of course, who doesn't love British Mexicans? Their accents are so hot! 'MIC, STOP. YOU KNOW TACO BETRAYED YOU IN SEASON TWO! She...isn't...I can't trust her.' But, no matter how much Mic tried to convince herself that, yes, Taco WAS an evil British Mexican who played a dirty game in the competition...a thought always read in the back of her mind...

Taco may have been rude, blunt, and just overall a very egotistical person...but, Mic know, that under all of that, Taco was a good person. Maybe even...girlfriend material. WAIT!! WHAT WAS MIC THINKING?! SHE CAN'T BE IN LOVE WITH TACO! Sighing, Mic looked away from Taco, and started to contemplate her feelings. Taco, who was certainly embarrassed and scared, also looked away from Mic. Compared to Mic's deep and depressing thoughts, Taco had...a...different sort of vibe going on in her British-ass mind.

'Taco, damn it, get to it! I can't keep letting this dumb feeling take up my time. I should be finding another way to get back into the season...a fresh start, perhaps? I didn't do all that work for nothing! Maybe working with Mic will have it's benefits after all. Mic was a great friend, er, a work buddy. I can't be thinking of her in such ways!.'

*Later, with Trophy and Cheesy*

Trophy was lying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Nothing was really happening, as everything was just boring: girls posting about their boyfriends, boys posting about their girlfriends...nothing new. Trophy sighed, then looked down at Cheesy. He, again, was writing some more corny puns for his comedy gigs. Honestly, Trophy thought it was a bit cute...his freckles glimmering in the sunlit room, Cheesy's stupid smirk as he came up with dumb jokes...gosh. He was such a dork. A cute dork, might Trophy add.

Cheesy, luckily, hadn't noticed that Trophy was staring at him. At this point, he was too busy with his own stuff. Cheesy was very glad with himself, now that he was able to do something both productive and something that he enjoyed. After a few months of Hotel OJ being on fire and re-built, he was finally able to resume his weekly comedy gigs. They helped with his self-harm, which had been getting more and more worse over the years. Ever since his parents...err...did the unspeakable. He never wanted to mention his parents again.

Cheesy's parents were horrible people: they didn't give two shits about him or his mental health. Honestly, Cheesy always blamed his parents for his mental problems. But...ever since Cheesy met Trophy...things have been different. In a good way.

He felt better about himself. Better. Ha, that was a word that Cheesy never used. All his life, Cheesy had convinced himself that he would never get better. He would stay the same, shitty, useless comedian that no one liked. Trophy, without even trying, helped Cheesy in every way possible. It's like they were made for each other. Were they?

(Ima do a time skip to a really sad part.)

It was late at night: the moonlight was shining through the windows, and the clouds raced by. Cheesy's crying echoed throughout the room. He was ugly sobbing, his entire body shaking with negative thoughts and feelings. Why was he such a failure? Why couldn't he be better? WHY WASN'T HE GOOD ENOUGH?!

No, no, no. Cheesy would never be good enough. Never. He was just an ugly excuse for a comedian...he continued to cut himself. The pain helped take his mind off all the horrible thoughts racing throughout his brain. In the middle of another 'accident', Trophy walked into their dorm.

His eyes widened in fear...what was Cheesy doing to himself? Dropping his phone and bags, Trophy raced over to Cheesy. He hugged Cheesy, sliding the knife across the room. Cheesy cried into Trophy's shoulder, sobbing louder. Trophy didn't care: all he wanted was for Cheesy to be okay. It hurt Trophy so much to see his beloved boyfri-...friend, in such pain.

This was the time for Trophy to wish he had popped the question to Cheesy. It was time to make sure Cheesy was okay, and that everything WOULD be okay.

Maybe he would ask Cheesy tomorrow.

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Guys. Look. It's a written thing about gay objects!

:) also, I realized I skipped a chapter- I WENT STRAIGHT FROM 4 TO 6 Y'ALL I'M SO SORRY

What a clumsy mess I am- sorrrryyyyy

ALSO, THE NEW III EPISODE?!!??!?!1? Please, it made me cry. I loved it. PLEASE I'M SO EXCITED FOR THEM TO CONTINUE SEASON 2- (also, the fantube family scenes literally made me smile with joy- I love that Test Tube, Fan, and Bot are a happy familyyyy)

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