Chapter Three
Chocolate Cake

Midnight snacks are really bad, I mean your metabolism is all slowed down at night and your body is only going to store all the fat you ingest so really, you shouldn't wake up around 2 in the morning and go downstairs looking for something to shove down your gullet. Yet, here I am tip-toeing down the stairs and heading straight for the huge, stainless steel heaven I'd like to call, the fridge.

I love sweets, guilty as charged; only I hide it a lot better then Sora, but Sora isn't just sweets...it's everything. I hide my love for sugar pretty well, I don't go completely ballistic when I'm around the stuff, nor do I drool all over everything when I see something delicious. I just swallow my drool and take mental pictures of the pastry and/or tasty morsel, so that I can totally salivate to it later on.

Now, at 2 in the morning houses are empty, pitch black and completely silent, or at least they are supposed to be. I just reach the landing when I see something by the front door, a dark shadow hovering just at the entrance and I feel a scream clawing its way up my throat. Especially when said dark shadow lunges at me and tackles me to the floor.

"Don't scream," the harsh hiss makes me choke out a sob and I see my life flash before my eyes, I have barley experienced anything, all my days spent locked up in damn school, yet here I am, dying at the hands of a robber for being a fat ass and not waiting till breakfast.

I feel the person's body pressed against mine, every single nook and cranny is completely covered and I'm very frightened and uncomfortable because I can feel a hard stomach pressing into my groin. In any other situation maybe I'd enjoy this even a little, especially if it was a dream or a bad porno. Like, maybe Cock Robbers or something stupid like that but it's not, and it's a serious scenario, I might die and here I am thinking about damned porn. I try to squirm and the robber lets me, which is weird considering I could try and hit them and call the police, they probably don't think I'm very strong.

"I'm going to uncover your mouth, don't fucking scream," and that voice, I recognize it…Oh god, Axel is on top of me, it's his hard stomach pressed against me. Oh god, I just imagined us in a porno called Cock Robbers together. Dear sweet Jesus and all that is holy, I'm going to have to scrub my brain with Javex.

Curse you teenaged hormones, curse you!

He gets off me quickly, before I have the chance to choke and die on my vomit and he helps me to my feet, which is really surprising and I'm too shocked to tell him not to touch me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper, my eyes straining to focus on his face in the dark, all his clothing is pitch black so that doesn't really help me see any better either. All I can see is a faint red outline around his hair where the moonlight hits as it shines through the window and bounces off his back.

"I'm going out," he says casually and turns away from me, I stare at his back with my jaw hanging open. My mother would flip if she were to wake up and find his bed empty, she'd totally freak and worry herself sick. My hands shoot out and I grab his arm, tugging him backwards. He stumbles a bit and whips around; I feel my stomach drop in fear because he looks fucking terrifying in the dark.

"No you aren't! There are rules in this house," I say a little louder, trying to show him I'm dead serious. He just scoffs and pushes me against the wall, my back smacks into it pretty hard and I'm curious as to how he can see so damn well in the dark.

"Rules are made to break, and I'm just the one to break em," his breath is fanning over my face and I snap my head away because I swear I felt his lips against mine as he spoke. He pulls away from me and struts straight towards the door again, much faster then before. "Don't fret, I'll be back in bed before y'all people wake up anyhow," and just like that, he slips out the door and shuts it before the alarm even has the chance to start wailing.

I won't lie; I'm slightly amazed at how silent he is. I mean, I didn't even hear him leave his room! I'm a very light sleeper, and the house has so many creaky floor boards you can't even fart without making something squeak out in protest. Yet, he was all the way downstairs and almost out the door, and he would have made it too, if I hadn't been hungry.

This reminds me…I haven't eaten anything yet and that's what I originally set out to do. Stupid Axel, all he does is disturb me. I should shove him in a box and fedex him back to wherever he came from. Maybe get a priest to perform an exorcism and force that demon from which he came, or something like that. I trudge back towards the kitchen, I contemplate telling my mom and ratting Axel out but well, I'm not sure if that would be very smart. I mean, what if he gets angry that I told and then ends up attacking me or something, or even worse, what if my mom starts to worry about him and wants us to do some brotherly bonding, and moves him into my room!

Clearly that is out of the question.

I push him out of my mind, I don't care what he does with his life as long as he doesn't touch my stuff, and if he fucks up and gets kicked out, even better for me. I won't interfere in any of his things because I just don't give two shits. I'll just go and eat that piece of chocolate cake that was left over from dinner, that delicious, succulent piece of chocolate cake with fudge icing. I had called dibs on it, so I know it's in there, nicely cooled and wrapped just waiting for me, like a good little chocolatey whore. Just dying for me to shove it down my throat.

Maybe I failed to mention that I talk dirty to my sweets. Now would be a good time to clear that up.

I walk into the kitchen, flinching when my bare feet touch the frozen tiles, seriously shouldn't these things be heated or something? The stove is in here and everything; shouldn't the tiles be warm instead of cold enough to give you immediate frost bite?

I soldier it out and walk straight to the fridge, tugging open the gigantic door that probably weighs more than me, when I look for my cake though, I see nothing.

Then I spot the plate, and on the plate there is a tiny post it, along with a few chocolate crumbs.

"Sorry Blondie, you snooze you loose. Love, Axel"

I swear I was about to explode, the urge to start smashing everything making my arms tremble. I crumble the note in my hand and glare into the fridge, the cool air hitting my front and freezing me through the thin fabric of my pajama pants and flimsy t-shirt.

Axel did not just eat my chocolate cake.

He did not just fucking eat it, when I called dibs.

I am going to wait up, and kill him.

I sit comfortably on the last step on the front porch with a sweater pulled tight against my body, the cool night air swirling all around me and I breathe in deeply. It's a good night to kill, I think to myself and I couldn't be more right. Axel is going to pay, blood will run thick and red into our lush lawn. My mom will find me in the morning when she sees my bed empty, and Axel's too, covered in that fat bastard's blood but completely satisfied with myself because that was his last piece of chocolate cake. That will teach him, teach him that maybehis next life he shouldn't be a freaking crook!

Gross, I'm being really morbid.

But damn it, I called dibs!

Anyway, I don't know how long I'm waiting but finally I see Axel, shoulders hunched up against the slight breeze walking towards my house. He's sort of swaying, this thin legs going in every direction when he takes long strides but I don't forget my mission. It will be easier to kill him if he's shit faced.

"You!" I shout and I don't have to really shout loud, it's close to 5 in the morning and the sun is rising, the streets are completely silent. Axel's head shoots up and he looks at me, he looks slightly confused but keeps walking towards me.

"Why are you here?" He says when he's close enough, his eyes are bloodshot and his pupils are dilated to the extreme. I can barley see the green of his irises anymore.

"I live here," my replies are usually always sarcastic when people ask me stupid questions. I can't help myself, I mean, how am I supposed to answer them nicely when they are idiots? I'm only nice to babies, and old people when they ask stupid questions. Babies don't ask questions though, and I hate kids...whatever! The point is, when people like Axel ask a stupid question, I'm rude and sarcastic. I notice there's a cut on his cheek that's dried up and I scowl at him. "What the fuck happened to you?" I ask and he just laughs, throwing his head back and exposing his long, thin neck. I notice there's a tattoo on the side of it as well.

Thoughts of tattoo's aside, I tackle him onto the lawn, pinning his hands over his head and sitting on his stomach. He grunts, and squirms crazily under me but I have him pinned and I'm not letting him go until he answers my fucking question.

"Why the hell did you eat my cake?!" I seethe and he stops squirming instantly, his eyes are laughing at me though his mouth doesn't change from the straight line he's trying so hard to keep it in.

"What cake?" he says trying to sound innocent, his voice going higher in pitch around the end and I feel my blood boil with anger. I glare at him and tighten my hold on his wrists. He scrunches his eyes shut for an instant, his face screwing up in pain then he opens his eyes and it's gone.

"You know what I'm talking about, my chocolate cake, the cake I placed on that plate in the fridge for later! THE ONE I CALLED DIBS ON FOR FUCK SAKES!" and now I'm shouting and he just stares at me, his eyes wide and he lets out a loud laugh, making me bounce up and down on his stomach as he continues laughing.

"Oh, the one I ate and enjoyed?" He says, licking his lips almost as if he's remembering its delicious, moist goodness. My stomach growls and makes me even angrier.

"YES!"

"Oh, that was a damn good cake…I still remember it, the soft, moist taste, the little parts that were even chocolaty-er then the others, the fudge icing that was hand made…it was so smooth on my tongue…damn," he rolls his eyes into the back of his head, looking lost in complete bliss. I want to stab him in the neck; I want to tear him to shreds because that was supposed to be my sugar induced orgasm. He suddenly sits up, how he does that, I have no idea because all he has to use are his stomach muscles.

If I didn't hate him, I'd be impressed.

I let go of his hands but he wraps his arms around me, and I look at him like he's insanely disgusting, because he is and because he's touching me.

"I can still taste it…want some?" he leans forward, so close that our noses bump into each other and I go cross eyed. I quickly scramble away and fall harshly on my ass, but that doesn't stop me. I get up and stand, pointing an angry finger at him.

"Don't touch me! You are a vile, disgusting man!" I shout and he laughs from his spot on the floor.

"Oh baby, your words make me so hot," he moans dramatically, arching his back and I curl my lip up, sending him the nastiest glare I can muster. And let me tell you, it's a pretty nasty glare.

"Don't touch me, my stuff, my food or anything else that I can put 'my' in front of or I will kill you," I spit out and turn on my heel, marching all the way inside and stop myself from slamming the door. I go to close it, put instead I'm pushed back when Axel pushes himself through and waltzes past me, making not one sound. I stare at his feet to make sure they are actually touching the floor, and they are, but they don't make any sound.

"Night, sweet cheeks," he says, making a gun with his fingers and pointing it at me before climbing the stairs two at a time. I just watch him as he disappears into his room and shuts the door.

Why, oh why did my mother have to go and take him into her care?

I mean, why didn't she just get another cat or something or that damned horse, I would have been happy with a fucking horse!

A/N: Updates like hotcakes!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
I LIVE IN THE SEA
I DON'T LIKE MONKEYS
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Anyway, who's wondering where Axel mandered off too? Any ideas? Lemme hear em!