Chp 2 | A fire in my heart

3rd person pov~

Trophy raced back into the hotel, desprate to finy Chessy. Although his first intention wasn't to save the damn idiot, he needed to be loved by the whole of Hotel OJ. The flames hit Trophy's face, causing him to yell in pain. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT- CHESSY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" Trophy searched for the smallstack, but Chessy was no where to be found. The smoke was getting thicker, and it was harder to breathe. He needed to find Chessy, and fast.

After searching the entire hotel lobby, Trophy decieded that, well, he would ACTUALLY try to find this twerp. Racing up the metal stairs, Trophy spotted a yellow chesse block on the stairs, unconscious. He quickly picked up Chessy and ran outside. As soon as Trophy has left the hotel, it collasped! Everyone was in awe at how "heroic" and "brave" Trophy was. Test Tube ran up to Chessy, checking his pulse and injuries.

"Erm, luckily, he's alive, but he has a ton of burns. I'll have to take him to my labratory and heal him..."

"I'm coming with you!"

Fan, who was holding onto Test Tube's hand, started to jot down the entire situation onto his online blog. Test Tube nodded in suprise, not expecting Trophy to actually care about Chessy. She knew that Trophy and Chessy had some sort of...rivraly going. 'Damn it Trophy, why do you even care about Chessy? All he does with his excuse of a life is make half-hearted jokes about Cheese!' Trophy thought to himself as he followed Test Tube and Fan to the lab.

After entering, Trophy set Chessy down on a nearby cot, sitting down on the floor. Test Tube must know how to care for a injured person, right? Right? Well, Trophy sure did hope so, because he was really gonna need someone to make fun of. And, of course, without Chessy, his life would be sad. NOT IN THAT WAY- but, it would just be because Chessy was the only person that Trophy actually bullied...well, besides Tissues, but he really wasn't that fun to mess with.

As Test Tube patched up Chessy, Trophy stared off into the distance, solmly hoping that he would be able to go back to his normal life. After all, Trophy was a jock, he was supposed not to care about anyone. Not anyone. But lately, something about Trophy's heart was seeming to change...something...weird. As many people said, Trophy's heart was three sizes too small.

But...that was his reputation, right? Trophy was supposed to be a heartless monster, someone who could give less shits about you or your well being. Chessy...was different. "Trophy?" He didn't notice that someone was calling his name, as he was too deep in thought.

"TROPHYYYYYY!"

Test Tube yelling at him finally caught his attention. "Hmm? Sorry." Sighing, Test Tube shook her head in annoyance.

"Listen, I don't really care what you say, or do, or whatever...But since the Hotel is...damaged...everyone is going to need to stay in my labratory for now. And you and Chessy are going to be sharing a room."

"But-"

"No buts."

Trophy sighed. Test Tube led Trophy and the unconscious Chessy to their room for the next few weeks. It was like a small bunker, nothing too fancy at all. Well, not even modern in the slighest. He set down Chessy on the mat, staring down at his cu- UGLY ASS face. It had a small bandage on it, but it was still covered small little freckles. 'Damn it...why does he look so...

Cute?'

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AHAHAHHAHA! Another chapter done!

Well, I guess y'all can suggest names again for whatever reason you want to.

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