It was a rare occasion, but whenever it happened I hated it.
Yes.
Matt was actually right about something. If he hadn't started playing that goddamn online game, maybe he would never have thought of it. Well, it could have been worse. I could've been wrong. For Near, that always happened, but with Matt, that rarely happened. I took a piece of chocolate.
"You're sure you're not in the mafia?"
"Wouldn't I know if I were in the mafia or not?"
"You could be lying."
I looked into his eyes. Thank god he was wearing goggles. "I'm not lying." I then glared at him, which was usually enough to make him shut up. Guess what? This time it wasn't. I bit into the chocolate, trying to look as menacing as possible. The cat, which Matt was convinced was some rare cheetah thing or whatever, crawled into my lap.
"Dude you totally look a mafia person!"
"Well don't judge a book by the motherfucking cover." I snapped.
"Geez."
There was a long silence, broken only by the sounds from Matt's game. It was hard to figure out why the hell I had fallen in love with this dumbass, but I did. And somehow, it seemed like he was the dominant one.
"So, are you in the maf-"
He finally shut up when I banged my head against the wall.
I.
Could.
Not.
Take.
It.
"If I say yes, will you leave me the fuck alone?"
"Yeah."
"Then yes." I paused. "Get me more chocolate."
"I'm the seme."
"Matt."
"Get your own damn chocolate!"
Well, shit. I was rubbing off on him. What next, was he gonna get a rosary and some leather? Although... He would look pretty hot in leather. Not hotter than me, of course, but still fairly hot.
"Do you wanna play the game with me?"
Another first. Maybe I could deal with the idiot, for now.
Ahhh it sucks.
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