Laundry day. Man, did he HATE laundry day! Matt walked slowly down the hall of the orphanage with a pile of clothes in his arms. He finally made it down the three flights of stairs to the basement and threw his load into an empty washer. He hated that he had to do this! why couldn't he wear leather like Mello and have to have it dry cleaned instead. Stupid punk! Matt grumbled as he measured the detergent and turned on the washer. He stomped up the stairs in search of something to do for 50 minutes while his clothes were washing. Finally coming up to his room, he noticed that his door was open. He sighed knowing that the only person that would dare go into his room would be Mello. Upon entering, he noticed that Mello was indeed in his room and sprawled out on his bed reading.
"...And you can't do that in your own room why?", Matt grumbled.
"Cause then I wouldn't get to annoy you of course," Mello said grinning.
"Riiiight. Well, mission accomplished. Now move, I have an hour to play my game before I have to go back down."
"Why should I move when you're just going to sit in front of the tv? Also, you probably have 45 minutes, not 60."
Matt sighed. arguing with Mello was NEVER worth it. The next 45 minutes passed by normally. Matt yelled at his game and Mello yelled at Matt. Mello finally smirked and waited till Matt was about to fight a boss when he walked to the tv and turned it off.
"What the Hell, Mello!" Matt yelled throwing the controller at him. Mello just pointed at the clock and said "Times up". Matt sighed and grumbled under his breath about stupid chocoholics and their need to control everything. He stomped down the stair and headed for his washer. He sighed and opened the washer, swore, closed it and flew into a rage.
"Dammit Mello! You always have to mess everything up don't you!" Matt screamed into the air. He kicked the washer and took out his "new" shirts and threw them in the dryer. while he was shoving them into the washer something fell on the floor. Something tiny. Something red! Matt stepped on it as he moved the rest of his shirts and started the dryer. With that started, he picked up the red thing and stomped up the stair, cursing Mello under his breath. He slammed the door to his bedroom and threw the tiny red thing at Mello.
"You wanna tell me why THAT thing was in my clothes! It turned all of my white striped shirts into pink ones! PINK MELLO! Next time wash your damn thongs yourself!"
And that is how Matt ended up with pink and purple striped shirts :)