Ty/Deadlox's POV

But, unfortunately for me, she wouldn't stop. If I looked away from her, she would start spamming me texts and the vibrations were really annoying, especially only on one leg. I slammed the phone onto the table, but not with enough force to break it.

When she didn't stop even then, I resorted to throwing all the delicious, buttery cookies I could get my hands on at her. She just laughed and proceeded to throw them back at me, minus the one she caught with her teeth (which I was absolutely stunned by) (then again, so was she). And so our food battle began and we were soon wreaking havok in the small kitchen, pasta and beans and peas flying everywhere.

When I had pasta behind my ears and my hair was stuffed with peas and carrots and who knows what she put into the mix, we both held our hand up in an unthreatening manner. She had carrots sticking out of her fluffy brown hair, similar to my own, her clothes were stained by ketchup that I somehow managed to get from the fridge and her thin glasses were balancing crookedly on the tip of her nose.

We both laughed at the same time, desperately holding our stomachs and the kitchen table to not just fall onto the stained tiles. She waved her hand at me, trying very hard to mouth 'go take a shower' and succeeding, although with a few wheezes.

I made sure to bring her the mop and bucked from the bathroom upstairs, saving her at least the effort of going up and down the stairs.

I turned the water to pleasantly hot and peeled off my clothes, which I simply threw into the laundry basket sitting innocently beside the door.

I sunk into the water that reached half the tube by the ((Don't ask me how.)) time I was stripping. This was, by far, the best day I've ever had.

Adam/ Sky's POV

I walked down the barely illuminated streets, glad I've convinced Ty to stay at home. The wind was chilly and he would probably not even take a hoodie or something and catch a cold.

Yup. Not happening.

I fumbled with the key to my apartment, finally opening the door, yawning as soon as I stepped into the dark hallway. I set my backpack against a wall and made my way over to the kitchen. I was tired as all hells, but I figured that if I ate now, I didn't have to be hungry in the morning.

Yeah, logic!

I popped two toasts into the toaster and searched the fridge for the butter I knew I had. I always have butter, the question is just finding it.

I found it in the back of the fridge just as the toast jumped up. Sometimes I'm awesome. I spread thick layer of it onto the toasts and stuffed my face with one, carrying the other into my room to turn the computer on.

I wasn't even tired anymore.

I checked my Skype to see a message from Quentin.

'You up for some sumotory?' It read.

'Heck yeah I am!'