He pressed the cold metal against his head, both hands on the barrel and emerald eyes glaring into red.

"You don't have the guts."

"The hell I don't." The gun itself shook, only small glints of light shining off of it in the dark. Violently, yet he held it still against his head, unmoving.

"You don't. That's why you haven't pulled the trigger." His emerald eyes held deep seriousness in them, while the red held fear.

They had used to be friends, "Shut the hell up." The sound of a gunshot rung out shrilly into the dark.

_._._._._._._

He sat up, finding himself in a soft bed. Her bed. Unfortunately, she want there to hug him and whisper "Shhh... It was just a bad dream." She wasn't there to stop his heavy breathing. She wasn't there to stop the chills that raced down his spine.

But there was a lingering smell in the air. One that lured him downstairs and to the kitchen.

"Oh, you're up." She had a sort of cheeriness in her voice as she stirred something in her pan.

"Yeah. Kinda had a bad dream, I guess."

"Oh." Amy found her way to him, worry clearly lacing her features. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Um... What're you making?"

"Ah!" She excitedly jumped away, pulling him towards the stove. "I remembered that your favorite food is chili dogs, so..." She waved her hand out, signaling him to look at the two pots on the stove. One of which held boiling hotdogs, and the other, a homemade chili. If he were to be honest, it smelt amazing.

"You're making me chili dogs?"

"Yeah. My mom had this recipe for chili, and I thought I'd try it out. Though I did change some things. Here, try it." She opened a drawer, pulling out a spoon before dipping it into the chili and handing it to him. "Tell me how you like it."

He teasingly put the spoon into his mouth as slowly as possible, amused at how she urged him to hurry up and tell her. The excitement she wore was truly adorable.

"So?" She urged once he finally took the spoon out.

"Fuck, Ames... This is amazing." It really was bursting with flavor. If it was on one of those hot dogs, he had no doubt it would be the best chili dog he'd ever had.

"Really?" She genuinely seemed to want to impress him- desperately even.

"Yeah."

"Then go ahead, make yourself some."

"Wait, hold up, a minute." When she stopped leaving the kitchen, he pulled her close, and pressed his lips against hers. "Thanks."

A/N: Aww... Sonikku is scared... What a shame. :T