Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! D8
"Matt stop playing your fucking games." Mello growled at the red-headed boy on the couch.
Mello stood up from his computer chair and walked over to the hacker and snatched his gameboy away.
"...YOU BASTARD!" Matt shouted and tackles Mello to the floor.
"Matt! Get the hell off of me!" The fallen teen demanded and tried to shove him off.
Matt said nothing and grabbed his gameboy and sat on Mello's stomach and commenced playing his game.
"Matt, I said...GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" This time he succedded in shoving the boy off his stomach.
Matt fell on his back but continued playing his beloved game.
Mello sighed. "Anyway...Where the hell is my chocolate?!" Mello asked of Matt. "Matt...?"
"..." In record speed Matt was out the door, running for his life, gameboy still in hand.
"Whore! GET BACK HERE!" And the blonde rushed after him.
Matt screamed as he ran aimlessly away and a 7/11 came in sight.
He ran inside and went straight for the candy. He picked up four bars of Dove chocolate and bought it.
He walked outside, only to have a gun pointed an inch from his face.
He held out the chocolate to Mello and the blonde snatched it from him.
Matt sat down on the curb and resumed playing his game.
"Damn you! Don't be confused! I said use gust, you damn pidgy! GUST!"
Mello just rolled his eyes. "Freak." He snapped off a piece of chocolate with his teeth.
Matt looked up with false confusion in his eyes. "Me? A freak? Whatever makes you say that?"
"Matt, you're a dork." Mello retorted.
(Warning: Next part is extremely odd.)
Matt stood up and raised his hands in the air. "I'm not a dork my love! I AM YOUR SEME!" He then began to laugh in an evil manner.
Mello snapped off another hunk of chocolate and pulled out his gun again. "Oh? And who has the gun?"
Matt automatically stopped laughed and threw himself behind a car. "...you do..."
Mello smirked. "That's right."
Matt slowly stood and lit up a cancer stick. (A/N: That's what I call 'em xD) "So...what'cha wanna do now?"
"Hmmm...we could..."
"Hmm?"
"I dont know..."
Matt took a drag from the cig and said, "...Wanna prank call Near?"
"Hell yeah!" Mello shouted.
Matt pulled out his (untracable) cell phone and dialed the number. "Heh..."
"Shut up." Mello said.
"It's ringing." Matt whispered.
"I told you to shut up!" Mello whispered back, then hit him on the head with his chocolate. And, as most of us know, unless they have not had Dove chocolate, it is quite harder than regular chocolate.
"Ow..." Matt said bluntly and sat down holding his head.
Mello took the phone and waited for someone to answer.
"Hello?" Near answer in the same monotone as ever.
In a higher pitched voice that made Matt look up to see if was actually Mello, he said, "Has your uke been trying to be seme?"
"Who is this?" Near asked, still emotionless.
Mello handed the phone to Matt and snickered.
Matt shook his head and shoved it back to Mello. He mouthed. "I don't want to!"
Mello covered the mouth piece and gave Matt an evil look. "Take the phone or no sex for a week."
Near could be heard from the ear piece saying, "Hello? Anyone there?"
Matt pouted. "Fine..." He took the phone and said in high voice, "If your uke is trying to be seme, teach them whose boss by chaining them down and whipping them hard..."
Matt shut the phone with a snap and glared at Mello. Mello just smirked.
THE END CAUSE MY MELLO HAD TO LEAVE D8