The rest of the week, I played video games and napped, but it did not matter that I even did so because neither took my mind off my blonde-headed-chocoholic.

I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down in an attempt to eat something rather than smoke my self into mindlessness, but I decided that that would be better than having to worry about when Mello would come back.

I let out a long breath and leaned back in my chair letting my head fall back I continued to stare at the ceiling. This did not help either, but then again, what did help?

I leaned my chair forward and stared at the cereal that I had gotten out of the cabinet. It was not very appetizing. Not that I cared if it was or not it was food and I was beginning to get a little tired of just sitting and smoking and depraving myself of it.

I stared at it for little longer before I opened the box, shoved my hand in it, and pulled out a handful of Fruity Pebbles. I opened my mouth and let the pebbles dump onto my tongue. It wasn't all that bad, but I think it would have helped if I had milk. However, we were out of milk because when Mello was supposed to help me go get more groceries he decided that it was more important for us to have sex than to have food and I almost agreed to that until now when it was too late.

I poured some of the pebbles-oh-fruit on the table and ate them. If Mello had been here to see me he would have freaked, but it was all the better because today I was so mad at the blonde that I couldn't stand it. Why I was mad at the blonde is beyond me, but one thing is for sure grocery shopping will always come before sex.