A/N: I am FINALLY back with another update...although this cannot suffix for the long absence xDD *gets shot* So this is a super, uber short drabble thingy I wrote a while ago and found and edited again. It's from a list of prompts but I have no idea who made the list...so if you know/is the prompt-writer, PLEASE contact me and I'll credit. I think I wanted to do the entire list but obviously, that didn't happen OTL...So I bring you #31: Miss, an abnormally happy fic for a seemingly depressing prompt. (-is stupid and felt like she had to put something up)
31. Miss
"Excuse me, miss," The young girl at the counter of the chocolate store said cheerfully. "Would you like to—"
"What did you say?" Mello said, his voice low and dangerous. Matt had to turn away in fear of bursting out in laughter.
"U-Uh," The poor girl stuttered, her eyes landing on everything but the dangerous blonde.
"I said," Mello repeated, swiftly removing his gun from the front of his unnaturally tight pants. "What did you s—"
"Miss!" The manager shrilled from behind a display of Hershey chocolate. "Put down that gun or I'll call the police!"
And Matt had to applaud her for her bravery. She actually threatened Mello.
"Alright, Miss Mello," Matt laughed, as he watched the blonde's face turn redder by the second. "How 'bout we come back later?"
And before he could even finish his sentence, Mello had already stomped out of the store, muttering what Matt knew were threats about burning it down, waving his gun at wide-eyed pedestrians.
"I'm sorry," Matt laughed sheepishly, shrugging at the horrified clerk and manager. "You know women, eh? It's that time of the month again."
And with a cheeky wink, he left the store, running after his blonde 'girlfriend'.