This chapter was written by Mochi-chan. http:// mocha-chan93. Deviantart .com

I dropped the buttered bread and cheese on the frying pan and turned on the burner. I turned around to throw the wrappers in the garbage to notice that Mello was leaning against the wall staring at me - quite angrily I might add.
"Do you need something, Mello?" He didn't say anything, so I sighed.
Sometimes, he's so much like a child I want to hug him. Usually, it's cute. Right now, it's just plain annoying. He's beginning to really piss me off.
I flipped my sandwich and turned back to him.
"Mello, I didn't take your goddamn gun and stick it in my goddamn bed. If you're angry at me for that, I don't know what to say, because it wasn't goddamn me."
He still didn't say anything. His angry face seemed to soften a little bit.
"And if I did take it, not saying I did, don't you think I would've hid it a little better?"
"Matt…"
"So you're finally going to say something?"
"Your grilled cheese is burning."
"Fuck!" I took the smoking grilled cheese out with my bare hand and without even noticing the scorching hotness burning my palm, I threw it at him. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I was just really angry and really looking forward to that grilled cheese, "You burned my fucking sandwich!" I added as I threw it at him with impressive force.
He put his arms up to dodge it, but it hit his face before he could. His mouth dropped into a huge frown and I realized what I had just done.
"Oops…"
"Matt, you fucking bastard! I wasn't even mad at you about the gun! I believed you! And then you go throw a fucking sandwich at me? What the fuck?!" He wiped the cheese that had splattered on his face off and turned to most likely head to the bathroom.
"If you weren't mad at me about the gun, you could've fuckin' said so! You just made me so angry staring at me like that… Ugh! You're.. such a child!"
"I'M NOT THE ONE WHO THROWS SANDWICHES AT PEOPLE, MATT." He yelled from the washroom.
"OKAY, I'M FUCKING SORRY FOR THROWING THE SANDWICH AT YOU." I walked to the bathroom, stepping over the mangled mess of burnt bread and cheese. "It was an… impulse. I don't know, I just really wanted to eat that."
"You threw it at me because you wanted to eat it?"
"No, I threw it at you because I was angry."
Suddenly, the unexpected happened. Mello, started laughing. Like, hysterically laughing.
I think there was something wrong with him, but he was scaring me too much to ask.
"Haha… and you call me a child?" He stated, after stopping his fit of laughter
"You are! You pout at me, and threaten me, and you… cuddle that stupid gun like it's your teddy bear!" I was beginning to lose my train of thought. He was staring at me with a smug grin on his face with his arms crossed and he looked sort of… hot.
Wait, what am I thinking..? He's my best friend!
"Okay, Matt, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too."
"Good, now go clean up your sandwich while I wash up."
I left the washroom and walked slowly to the kitchen. There was an odd smell of burning, but I figured it was just my grilled cheese.
"Holy fuck!" I darted to the stove and grabbed a rag that was sitting on the stove- and on fire. I had left the burner on and a dish rag on the counter must've gotten too close.
I chucked it on the floor and stomped on it repeatedly. The fire was out, but not all of it.
To my sad luck, it had caught my sleeve on fire.
"Agh! MELLO! MELLO!"
I fell to the floor and proceeded in rolling around.
"What is it?"
"I'M ON FUCKING FIRE!"
He started laughing hysterically again, and turned the burner off. He didn't even help me, just watched and laughed… and laughed… and laughed. The hysterics stopped when the annoying ringing of the smoke alarm went off - all around the building.
We both swore in unison.