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Chapter Four
Matt's POV
I think I am going mad.
Who the hell pulls out a gun and starts a riot when there is no freaking chocolate supply?
Yea, only one man does it.
Enter: Mello, my partner for the cooking course. A lunatic who suffers from Low-On-Dairy PMS syndromes. In need of serious help; and by that I mean anger management problems. I have never met such an obnoxious man in my whole life. I wonder how he's like in the kitchen? I mean, would he set fire to the stove in an attempt to kill me?
I stare at the blond-haired man with my tongue pressed to the sides of my cheeks.
"Mello?"
He looks up and glares at me, his back hunched over. "What?"
"Please stop."
"Stop what?"
"Stop stuffing the basket with chocolate bars!" I raise my voice a notch, irritation coating my eyes. He was literally clearing the shelves, leaving it empty with only a few bars of chocolate left. The basket in his hands was now filled to the brim with milky goodness.
"Shut the hell up," Mello growled angrily. "Just because I didn't kill you back there doesn't make us friends now. You're still a freak; your opinions do not matter." He ignores my stunned expression and tosses the basket at me. "Let's go pay."
I stumble to catch the basket, my feet wobbling. It weighed a ton. Slowly, I set it on the floor and heave a sigh.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Mello asks impatiently.
"We still need to get the chocolate syrup and strawberries…"
He gives me a weird look. "Why do we need those?"
"Roger said that the instructor doesn't provide the ingredients for us- we're supposed to buy them ourselves before every lesson. For now we need chocolate syrup and a box of strawberries," I reply, grabbing the basket before standing up.
Mello sinks a hand into the basket and begins to unwrap a chocolate bar, much to my surprise. I don't say anything.
"Stingy bitch," he says with a crooked smile. I note his sudden change in attitude with narrowed eyes.
"The she might be a he," I chuckle, heading towards the fruits section.
"No shit. I'll go get the goddamn syrup." I turn around and watch him gallop off, amusement coating my features.
Hey, he's actually a pretty good guy, apart from all the swearing and the cussing. You just have to know when not to piss him off. Thinking back to yesterday, I shake my head in a futile attempt to get it off my mind.
Maybe he's just hostile towards strangers. After we get used to each other's presence, we might get along fine…I hope. But he doesn't consider me as a friend yet. Not yet.
I unconsciously smile to myself as I pick out the freshest box of strawberries and place it gingerly into the heavy basket.
…
…But wait, about just now…
We are so fucking dead when we get back to Wammy's.
"Will you two please explain the situation?"
I begin to sweat profusely as I glance at Mello, waiting for an answer. How could that man look so composed and calm, especially in this situation? We're about to die. We're about to be sent to live in a jail cell to rot for the rest of our lives.
NO, DAMN! I still haven't beaten the final boss level of Super Mario Bros yet!
Instinctively, I whip out my DS and begin tapping on the buttons furiously, leaving the answering session all up to Mello.
Di di di di di di di di di di
Roger buries his face into his hands suddenly, letting out a groan. Why does he do that? My eye twitches as I ponder his actions, but I remain silent anyway. Now, on to the important stuff…
I listen closely for Mello's reply.
Crunch.
He bites off a chunk of milk chocolate, a nonchalant look on his face.
"We're being interrogated by an old man," he replies, a sarcastic tone in his voice. He thinks he's so smart. I resist the urge to snort like a hog.
Roger shakes his head resignedly. "That's not it, Mello. Let me explain the current situation to you. Witnesses have claimed to have seen you both at the scene. Apparently, you were threatening the girl at the counter with a gun. For what, I do not know. The girl is now in the hospital because she is suffering from severe trauma. What do you have to say about that?"
Mello shrugs. "That I don't give a fuck?"
…
"MELLO!" Roger almost yells, his face red. "Mind your language!"
"HA! HA! HA! HA! Nice one, Mello!" I crack up hysterically, the DS shaking violently in my hands.
"Shut up, Mail. I didn't ask for your opinion."
"Oh." I let my shoulders drop, embarrassment coating my eyes. "Sorry."
"Matt, you're not totally innocent either."
I jerk up from my seat upon hearing my name. What in the world…?
"Why not, Roger?"
"You didn't do anything to save the situation."
"What the fuck? YOU'RE THE GUILTY ONE!" I point a finger at the old man accusingly. "Your stupid SOS note did nothing to help me! I demand compensation!"
Roger narrows his eyes. "For?"
"Wastage of paper! The loss of pitiful trees- OW, WHAT THE HELL?" I wince as I feel a sharp pain near the back of my head.
I turn towards Mello with gritted teeth. No one had dared to slap me before. "What the hell was that for, Mello?"
Mello's eyes turn into thin slits of cerulean blue. "That's not the fucking problem, Jee."
"It's JEEVAS!"
"Whatever."
Roger slams his fist on the table, sending the both of us flying into the air.
"FOCUS, YOU TWO! Do you both realise the trouble that you are in? Mello, you will be punished for possessing a firearm and threatening others. Also, your firearm will be confiscated. As for Matt, you are punished for being utterly and completely useless! Both of you, return to your rooms. You are all grounded for a month."
"What about the cooking course?" I ask worriedly.
"You guys still have to attend it. It starts tomorrow. For now, you guys are sent to your rooms."
Mello scowls. "Fuck it."
I pursue my lips. This punishment wasn't that bad after all. I seldom leave the orphanage, anyway. This would make no difference to my life. I stand up abruptly and follow the blond chocoholic out of the door.
But this time, it's different…
Mello's POV
"Why the hell are you following me, dope?" I raise my eyebrows as I notice the gamer scampering behind me. He stops suddenly and lets out a foolish grin.
"Eh…I have nowhere else to go."
"We're supposed to return to our rooms." I roll my eyes. Is this guy stupid or what?
"Erm…I mean…can I go to your room, Mello? I'll feel lonely if I'm coped up in my room all day playing games." He pouts childishly, sending a weird tingly down my spine. I don't like this one bit.
"No," I snarl, walking away from him. "And stop giving me that weird-ass look."
"Please, Mello! Since we're partners…"
"No. And we're not friends, either," I growl as he runs after me. "Stop following me. Scram."
"I won't leave!"
Not bothering to reply, I head towards my room and forcefully push open the door. As expected, the man enters the room after me. I cuss under my breath as I slam the door shut. It's dark in the room, I note as I switch on all of the lights.
Di di di di di di di di di di
I turn around and spot the red-haired gamer on my bed, tapping away happily at some gaming console shit. I immediately walk up to him and snatch the darn thing out of his hands.
"Hey!"
"GET OFF MY BED," I hiss menacingly, giving him a death glare. "NOW."
He blatantly refuses, and locks his eyes onto me.
This bitch. He thinks we're on friendly terms just because I didn't kill him earlier? I resist the urge to punch him in the face as he continues to give me that weird-ass look. Now, he's just acting cute-wait, why the hell did I even call his acting cute? I must be sick in the head. Sick in the gut. Damn this. Fuck the cooking shit course.
The tension in the air rises considerably.
But, wait. As we continue to glare at each other, I notice the color of his eyes which are hidden beneath his stupid orange goggles.
Green, the color of grass, I note to myself.
Matt does the same.
"Hey, Mello, you have blue eyes and I have green ones! What does that make us?"
I relax my stance a little. "What?"
"…It makes me a grass pokemon and you, a water pokemon! And guess what? Grass always beats water!" the redheaded idiot chuckles like a maniac.
My forehead creases. "What the fuck is your point, you shithead?"
Matt laughs heartily, clutching his stomach. "If we were paired up as a yaoi couple, I would be seme and you would be uke, Mello!"
…
…
…
I fling that idiot across the room with full force.
Matt, you need to learn how to control your big mouth, you silly rabbit. Stop pissing your wife off!
Matt: Nomnomnomnom.
Mello: Not funny.
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