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Knife had just got back from a week at camp, his mom sent him there because apparently ‘he has anger problems’ he thought it was stupid. And the camp was super boring, sure he knew a few people there, for example Paintbrush, Taco, and a few others from school.
Knife was glad school was finally over, through.. he had mixed felling about summer. He never got to see his friends, and missed Trophy.. a lot more than he realized.
He let out a long sigh as he set his bags down on the floor of his bedroom. He was glad to be home, he wished he could go to Trophy’s house right away.. but after a certain.. ‘incident’ Trophy’s mom had banned him from coming over. (i’ll leave it to your imagination to figure out what happened) so he had to sneak into Trophy’s house or either he had to come to his house.
It was around 2am and Knife needed some sleep. He flopped down on his bed crawling under the sheets and blankets on his bed. He clicked off the light and attempted to go to sleep.
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It had been over an hour and Knife couldn’t do anything to fall asleep, he even took a melatonin to help him fall asleep but he just couldn’t. His mind was clouded by thoughts about Trophy. He thought it was stupid, he wasn’t a huge fan of the lovey dovey stuff, he pushed those away.
He groaned through his teeth admitting defeat, he picked up his phone reading the time ‘3:21’ he sighed and unlocked his phone clicking onto messages. One message wouldn’t hurt.
Clicking onto Trophy’s icon Knife started to type.
Knife: ‘u up i cnat sleep’
Knife didn’t care about fixing the typos and hit send. He closed his eyes placing his phone next to him. The bed felt empty, he just wanted to sleep.. but he couldn’t without.. someone.
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Trophy’s phone buzzed in his hand, he had been scrolling through Tiktok endlessly for a couple of hours now, Knife text snapped him out of his doomscrolling. He clicked on the message, shoot.. he forgot he was coming back today, what a great boyfriend he is. He immediately texted him back.
Trophy: ‘yeah im up, when did u get hime?’
he clicked send and ran a hand through his messy blonde locks. He’d been missing Knife recently, ever since summer had started he had felt off, to be fair he’d been bedrotting for the most of it.
Knife started to reply to Trophy’s text clicking his fingers along the keybored. He wanted to ask him to come over but it was 3 am. And he didn’t want to bother him, he could probably find a way to see him sometime later.
Knife: ‘couple hours ago, y did u foregt?’
He smiled as he pressed send teasing him. Trophy rolled his eyes at the message appearing on his lit up phone, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair.
Trophy: ‘maybe, iwas to tierd to remember anythuing.’
Geez,, they both need autocorrect.
Knife didn’t know what to say, he clicked his tongue thinking of a response. He missed Trophy more than he would admit, before he could type something out again Trophy text him.
Trophy: ‘how wascamp anyway?’
To be honest Knife hated the camp, it was borderline child labor. They just made them work and work, but the food was really good there. There were pros and cons to the camp, they made them start their own fires for dinner and made them walk all the time. He at least walked 50 miles through the whole camp. He did make some new friends though, but they didn’t go to his school, Eraser I think his name was? Knife couldn’t remember that much about other people.
Knife: ‘it was ok, tehy made us walk all tge time it was annoying’
Trophy: ‘lame’
Knife: ‘it would of been better if u were there’
Trophy: ‘shut up, i domt wanna go to some child labor camp’
Knife: ‘it was litterly child labor i swear thank god im out’
Chatting with Trophy made him feel less empty, like someone was there. But, then again, no amount of texting with Trophy could fill the empty space on his bed.
15 minutes pasted their messages going back and forth between them, until Knife was bored of just talking, he wanted to see Trophy’s face.
Knife: ‘yo can we ft i wanna see u’
Trophy: ‘geez clingy much?’
Knife: ‘god forbid i get ro see my boyfriend’
‘boyfriend’ Trophy wasn't used to that word yet.. to believe they came this far, back when they fought back in forth, Trophy blackmailing him for a stupid reason, in middle school and now.. they are dating. It felt surreal. And Trophy loved how it felt. Having someone that was there for you and you were there for them.
Trophy: ‘whatever’
Before Knife could type something else Trophy hit the facetime button Knifes screen illuminating with an incoming call from Trophy. He quickly hit accept, laying on his side blonde hair in his face was Trophy he was trying to look annoyed but Knife knew he was happy to see him. Knife was the first one to speak up
“Hi..”
He said simply his voice a bit more soft than it usually is due to it being almost 3 am. Trophy abandoned his earlier demeanor and smiled softly.
“Idiot…”
Trophy rolled his eyes smiling like a dork at his screen, he was happy to see Knife again though he wouldn’t admit it. Knife was also laying on his side his snakebites that he usually wore now removed, his eyeliner still on but messed up.
“i missed you.”
Trophy let those words slip from his mouth, he froze once he realized was he said then rolled his eyes.
“huh what was that i couldn’t hear you”
Knife teased, he thought it was sweet. They normally didn't have moments like this it felt nice.
“shut up..”
Trophy looked away from the screen looking annoyed though blush was still present on his cheeks.
“hmm.. are you always this red?”
Knife smirked slightly still poking at Trophy. (haha trophy is falling for ragebait)
“you suck dude”
Trophy narrowed his eyes looking annoyed. Knife laughed slightly before sighing
“I missed you to goof..”
Knife smiled being genuine, he really did miss him.
“yeah yeah whatever..”
he smiled slightly adjusting in bed so he was laying on his other side running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. They just stared at each other for a moment. It wasn't the uncomfortable kind of moment, it was just them admiring each other.. it felt comfortable.
Knife wanted to see him in person but knew it was to late to go anywhere. So he thought the two of them sitting in comfortable silence.
“Hey Troph?”
Trophy gave a little “mhm?”
“Do you wanna go to the mall later?”
Knife asked.
“Sure, as long as you don’t buy those disgusting spring rolls”
Trophy scrunched up his face remembering the taste. He got food poisoning after eating them.
“dude why would i by those again i never want to look at a spring roll again.”
Knife shook his head. They both got food poisoning.
“Then yeah, i’ll come..”
He smiled tiredly, they both should probably get some sleep.. Trophy yawned trying to hide it by moving out of the frame.
“You not smooth, you need sleep”
Knife pointed out, but he was also exhausted.
“Aye! You do to.”
Trophy shook his head narrowing his eyes at Knife.
“ok ok we both need sleep..”
Trophy laid his phone down next to him with the camera pointing up at the ceiling, Trophy swiped down to adjust the brightness turning it down all the way, Knife followed in suit. They both laid down getting comfortable in their blankets.
“Goodnight Troph..”
“Goodnight Idiot..”