LOW FAT YOGHURT

GIANT BAR OF CHOCOLATE (preferably with nuts)

FLEA POWDER

Axl did a double take, frowning. "Flea Powder, what the hell's that about?" He scribbled it off. Flea powder. He snorted, almost dropping the basket he was holding. Flea. Powder. He giggled softly, clutching the list even tighter and trying not to burst out laughing. Flea…He gave himself a little slap, frowning. Curse not being able to sleep! This always happened when he didn't get enough sleep. He got all delirious and found really weird things hilarious. But… Flea Powder! "Heh… Heheheheh…" Axl shoved the list in his pocket, chuckling softly and putting the packet of flea powder back whilst trying to ignore the strange looks he was getting.

Flea Powder. That was a good one…

He brushed his hair back behind his ear and pushed his bandana out of his face. He had been so tired that morning he'd tied it on crooked and too loose and spilt most of his milk to the side of his tea rather than in it.

He stepped into a queue, hooking the basket through his arm. What a bizarre dream it had been though. He was ore accustomed to dreams where some weirdo in a dress said he was going to eat his left ear lobe… But let's not go into that. That was the last time he used a hair dryer before going to bed. Even if it did give a lovely silken finish™.

He had spent most of the night after he'd woken up terrified a hole was going to open up in his bed and swallow him alive. He shuddered and looked to the front of the queue. The woman at the till was having a little trouble. He sighed and skipped to the row next to it, pushing in front of someone. After all. He'd had a bad night. He had an excuse to be moody.

"Watch it!"

Axl blinked, turning around. "Whoops… Sorry Anji…" He murmured, shrugging and grinning lazily. "… You really are not a morning person, are you?" He flicked his nose, "You're a mess."

"Save it… I had a bad night." Anji sighed, pushing his specs back into place. He did look pretty damn exhausted come to think of it. Probably not as bad as Axl but tired never the less.

"No kidding… Me too. What kept you up?" Pleeease say weird dreams, pleeeease…

The other man shrugged limply. "A car alarm kept going off outside."

His face fell. "That's it?"

"What were you expecting?" He stepped sharply in front of him, emptying the contents of his basket onto the till.

Axl brushed off a slight sense of disappointment. What he care anyway? Anji had Chipp. Besides, Anji was a bit of a prat. He could do much better than Anji. Axl paused, frowning. What was that? A little twitch within the depths of his heart? Axl peered ahead at the man, wondering whether he really did have a long hidden passion for him. He got nothing. Axl tapped his chest, "You're weird." He muttered softly to himself, blowing a strand of hair out of his face.

"I'm what?" Anji turned round, tilting his head to one side.

"Uh, nothing."

He put his things in a bag and looked up at him, "So, Axl, what're you doing today?"

Axl shrugged, passing his chocolate over the counter and adding a packet of bubblegum to his supplies (He knew it was addictive but he couldn't help it. The wrapper was bright, shocking pink. He would have opted for green but he reconsidered, it would have made his tongue a funny colour.), "Not much. Going back to bed, breathing, you know, all that glamorous stuff… You?"

"Ooo-kay… I'm going out with Chipp again."

"Really?" Where did that resentment come from? He tried to hide his frown by staring at the dietary table on the back of the packet of gum. Maybe the blue one would have fewer calories.

Anji nodded, "Mmmhmm." He paused for a moment, "You don't actually have a boyfriend, do you?" He asked, picking up the carrier bag.

"So?" He glowered, "I don't want a boyfriend." His could feel his mouth twitch. He was lying. Badly.

"I'll leave you with that thought." He grinned and walked out in an irritatingly triumphant manner.

Axl sighed, shaking his head and paying for his things. He had a pretty good idea that he didn't much like Anji, let alone fancy him. He hooked his bag over his shoulder, musing over how complicated love was. "I bet it's only complicated for me." He muttered to himself, beginning the walk along the street. "That would be just my luck." He finished as yesterday's rain began to drizzle down again.

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"Okay! Number three! One… Two… Three…"

He crossed out a name.

"One two three…"

He crossed out another name. Yes. Axl Low had resorted to M.A.S.H to figure out his feelings. So far he had scribbled 'ZATO/EDDIE' and 'JOHNNY' off of his list.

----For anyone who has no clue what this writer is on about, here's a quick recap of M.A.S.H. Someone picks four or five names of boys or girls, four or five names of places and four or five different numbers and write M A S H. They then pick another number at random and cross out every third name/place/number/letter until they have one of each. This shows WHO they are going to marry, WHERE they'll live and HOW many children they'll have as well as WHAT kind of house they'll live in (M Mansion A Apartment S Shed H House).----

Axl counted to three again and ticked off 'M'. He frowned. What a pain.

After five minutes of getting confused, he was done. Apparently he was going to live in a shed with Zappa and have 1000000 children. He was starting to think that writing 1000000 as a number wasn't a very sensible idea (especially considering he didn't want children. And, uh, that two men couldn't actually have children. There was that too.). He was also starting to doubt the accuracy of this method as well.

He leaned back, taking a huge bite out of the MEGA SIZE bar of chocolate. Was he ever going to sort out his love life?