Part Two! Like my new pen name? Don't worry, it will stay AndIt'sBeginningToSnow for a while so there's no confusion :D. MARK'S ALONE TIME! YAY!

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Mark POV (La duh!)

Roger left in a flurry, leaving me to deal with Mr. I'm-Gonna-Talk-In-My-Sleep-So-Mark-Can't-Finish-His-Film-Ever-Or-Talk-To-His-Girlfriend. Idiot! I JUST got footage of an intriguing snow ball fight at Central Park! What am I supposed to do? He keeps breaking my concentration every time I try to edit a scene! He should know that I can't have random words flying around my head while editing. Some friend he is...

So I decided to make some food. I opened the pantry to find some pretty interesting stuff. Cereal from five months ago, misplaced milk, melted butter, stale cookies, and a bottle of chocolate syrup. How we made it past this week was a mystery to me. The old milk smelled horrible, so i grabbed the chocolate syrup, cereal, and cookies. I threw the items on the counter and slammed the door with a bang.

Collins shouted "Quiet down! You're causing a ruckus, young sir!"

Only God knows what goes through that guy's mind sometimes.

"MAKE ME!" I challenged. He just said "It's on" before snoring. He's weird.

I got the bowl out and crunched up the cookies I now saw were snickerdoodles. My favorite! SCORE! I ground up the pieces as small as possible before adding the Coco Crispies and chocolate syrup. I mixed it with my hands as to not waste the spoon on this recipe. Also, I wanted to add a bit of Mark-ness to the mix.

"Lalalalala la la laaaa!" I sang as I shaped the "batter" into squares on the counter. They looked like Rice Crispie bar things with cookies in there! I knew I should have become a cook. But my mom always said I would never last in the kitchen, so I let that dream go when I burnt my arm with hot water. Those were the days...

"Shut UP! You suck at singing!" Collins muttered, still sleeping. I ignored him. He didn't mean it, Mark...he was just talking to someone in his sleep....

"Not funny, Collins..." I said under my breath. I added a little chocolate syrup on top of the squares as a final touch. They looked so perfect. Suck on that, Mom!

"COLLINS! I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU!" I screamed. I washed my chocolate-y hands off before arranging the 10 squares on the counter in a pyramid.

"Aww, thanks buddy!" He was still sleeping. I might have to pour water on his head...that didn't go well last time.

FuhLASH B-bBACK!

"Collins wake up!" I shouted for the fortieth time. We had to meet Roger at the life in 15 minutes! If he didn't get up soon, Roger would kill us!

"Make me!" Why must Collins choose right now to be stubborn?

"I will!" Fed up of his behavoir, I grabbed my cup and filled it with the tainted tap water. I walked into his room and poured it smack in the center of his head.

BA-BOOM!

Collins punched my head and I stumbled to the floor, tears in my eyes. Collins was much stronger than he looked.

"Oh, sorry Mark! So sorry..."

END

Yeah, I'm definately not doing that. I decided to go shake him.

"Col-lins! Wake UP!" I yelled in his ear. I shoved him off his bed and onto the hard floor. He landed with a thud and in two seconds he was standing at his bed side.

"What the hell was that for?" Collins wiped his mouth (he drools also...how lovely).

"I have a snack for you!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his room and into the kitchen. I was very close to dying just then.

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Sucky end, sorry...heh heh heh. Collins will be alone with the snacks next :D