Chp. 21 | SHUT UP, HE'S TRYNA SLEEP

Warnings:

Cussing

3rd Person pov~

Trophy had been contemplating about what to do with Cheesy for the past 20 minutes. What should he do? This was the love of his life that we're speaking about! This wasn't to be taken lightly. "FUCK!" Trophy yells, startling the injured Cheesy. Cheesy, unknown as to what's happening, raises a brow.

"What are you..." He flinches in pain, then continues his question, " doing?". Trophy looks down at Cheesy, his facial expression changing from anger to a soft, emotional face.

"Oh, shit. Sorry about that. I just...why don't you get some sleep? I need some time to think about...things." Cheesy simpily nods his head, resting his face against the tree behind him. On the other hand, Trophy was freaking out, his whole body tense.

He got an idea, a good one at that.

. . .

For the next three days, Trophy had used the hotel to tend to Cheesy's wounds and make sure that he was resting well enough. How did he get in, you ask? Great question!

He broke into the hotel.

Well, on a better note, Trophy DID leave one dollar for OJ to pay for the hotel damage whenever he got back. That should cover the damage, right? Probably. Now, Cheesy was a lot better. Although the small comedian was still in tons of pain and said such, the bleeding had stopped and his bones were already beginning to mend together again.

As Trophy cuddled with Cheesy, he heard a pounding on the door, along with a super loud, annoying British voice. "MISTAH PHONE? IS THERE A MISTAH PHONE HERE???"

"Perhaps you should try being quiter, Mr.Toliet."

"Oh nonsense. MISTAH PHON-"

Trophy cut off the loud object with a snarl. "What could you possibly want from me? I'm TRYING to care for my injured boyfriend here!"

Alright, maybe Cheesy and Trophy weren't official, official, but they practically were at the point. I mean, they had almost kissed, hadn't they? While Trophy was thinking about his and Cheesy's labels, the Toliet and mepad were staring at him. Suddenly, Mepad spoke.

"Sir, I hate to disrupt your thinking, but we're here to pick you and the small cheese man to go to the season three island."

"Oh. So YOU'RE Toilet and Mepad. Well...let me grab Cheesy, then I'll come with you."

Mepad nods (can he?), while Toliet murmurs to himself about how stupid it was that Mephone4 went on to season three, just leaving all the season 2 contestants here at the hotel. Once Cheesy was ready, Trophy managed to pick him up, (bridal style, y'all) and carry him over to Mepad and Toliet.

"We're ready."

Without warning Mepad teleported the two over to the season three island, with all the new contestants. Cheesy looked around at the green trees, fresh grass, and smiled when he felt the beautiful breeze brush across his face. Trophy, on the other hand, was already walking towards Mephone. Although, he was stopped by a larger, taller figure.

"Dear...I don't think I've seen you around. Who might you and...that...peasant...be?"

The tall figure was glaring at Trophy and Cheesy with judgmental eyes. Trophy already hated this man.

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I'm back, wasssssup. Y'all I went on holiday, it was fun-

Anyways, I'm super excited for where these next few chapters will end up! I might make a new story about CRK. (Cookie run Kingdom) Probably small stories and head cannons and stuff. Idk, I'll let y'all know in the next chapterrrrrrr

STAY TUNEDDDD

Words: 587 (it's short, Ik Ik.)