Video Games and Chocolate
Chapter 1: Fight
"Matt! Get your ass off the fucking couch, put down the god-damned PSP, and go get me some chocolate!" The blond was standing over a lazy Matt, lying on the couch, PSP clutched tight in his hands.
"Mello, let me just finish this level! It's the last one before I beat the whole game!" the red head whined as he started to sit up.
"I said...PUT IT AWAY AND GET ME SOME FUCKING CHOCOLATE!" He screamed as he snatched away the PSP and hurled it at the wall.
"What the hell! I said I'd go! That's the third one this week! You're such an asshole Mello!!"
"Well, if you had gone the first time I asked you, three god-damned hours ago, you'd still have your stupid-ass game."
"What the fuck ever, I'm goin'!" Matt slammed the door behind him as he left, leaving Mello unable to retort.
Oh my god. How hard is it to just do what I say the first time? Ugh, he makes me so pissed, but how can I stay mad? One look at the kid with his adorable smile and it's hard for me to stand sometimes. He's so damn cute. With his soft red hair and those stupid goggles covering those gorgeous emerald eyes...DAMNIT! No, Mello, he's your best friend, don't think about him like that...He busied himself by roaming around the apartment. Getting up off the couch to walk into the kitchen, down the hall to the dining room, in and out of both his and Matt's room (trying very hard not to touch anything), to go back to laying on the couch. He had done this for about a half hour before finally getting bored and sitting back down on the couch, somewhat worried where Matt was. The grocery store was only around the corner from their flat. He stared at the door for what seemed like forever before nodding off to sleep...
Mello was awakened by the scent of booze and cigarettes, sitting up he saw Matt, who smelled of both and was sitting across from Mello in their recliner, staring at the blond with a wicked grin. Mello rubbed his eyes some, to see the grin grow wider and an empty bottle of vodka on the table. He knew what was going on, this happened every time they fought, Matt would get pissed like a little pussy and leave to get plastered.
"Hey, Matt, you okay? Why don't you go lay down or something? You're drunk. Just go sleep it off. I'm sorry we fought earlier." Mello said, a faint smile crawling across his face. Without a word, the red head sank down to the floor and crawled (with a slight wobble) over to Mello's feet. He smiled slightly before placing his hands on either side of Mello's legs and pushing himself up towards the blue eyes he loved to look at. Mello said nothing, shocked at and a little confused as to what was going on, but he never stopped the younger man as his lips were being sucked on and licked at, a hinted taste of alcohol filling his mouth. It must've been a while since Matt had gotten home. Matt was starting to move onto Mello's lap when Mello stopped him.
"Wh-what's wrong Mello..." he slurred, "Not good enough for you? Alright then..." He trailed off, stumbling a little as he stood up.
"Matt, you're drunk as a mother fucker. I don't know if you really meant for that to happen. So, just go on off to bed please."
"What ever. I'm not that hic-drunk! You're just-oh god, I'm gonna be sick..." With that he ran off to the bathroom, with quite a speed for a drunk man actually. Mello laughed as he heard his friend puking in the bathroom.
"Never could hold his vodka. What a pansy." he snickered before going off after the man. Mello pushed back the hair in Matt's face as he threw up all the alcohol he had in his system. Even puking his brains out, he was sweet, muttering a thank you whenever he could. Mello helped him take off his dirty shirt and set him up in bed, waiting until the red head had finally fallen asleep before laying him on his side and setting himself up on the small chair Matt had in his room, the one Matt would use to play his video games (if and when he wasn't busy helping Mello).