Sorry for the long wait for an update. I'm going to summer school now so I don't have enough time to write anymore. The rating of the story will go up because of this chapter.

"If you're going to be staying here, you're going to have to follow the rules I give you." Mello grumbled at me. It finally dawned on me, as he spoke those words. Never mind about the rules. I was going to be able to stay!

"Yay!" I exclaimed, "Time for me to do my happy-dance." I proclaimed as I began to dance to a random tune. Ignoring the blank stares I was getting from both Matt and Mello, I went through my brain thinking of a song to dance too.

"Okay," I began, having already decided on the appropriate song to dance to, "I need a volunteer. You don't have to do anything. All you have to do is stand right here in front of me." I pointed to a random spot on the floor as I said this.

I didn't expect a response, so I grabbed the person standing closest to me, this person just happened to be Matt. I counted the beats along with my mental IPod and I opened my mouth to start to sing along with the singer.

"Let's play a love game,

Play a love game

Do you want love or you want fame?

Doin' in the game" I began and I started to sway to the imaginary music inside my head.

"I'm on a mission,

And it involves some heavy touching' yeah."Still dancing, I grabbed Matt and pulled him closer to me.

"You've indicated your interest,

I'm educated in sex, yes,

And now I want it bad,

Want it bad."

I started to push my hips out to touch his unmoving ones.

A love game.

A love game."

"Stop it." A voice growled behind me.

I stopped singing and turned around to face an angry Mello.

"Why should I stop? I'm not doing anything wrong." I challenged. I really wasn't doing anything wrong.

He sent me a look that said 'oh really' and spoke with anger laced tightly in his voice, "So I'm not watching you practically rape Matt over there?" he pointed with a wave of his hand, his movements betrayed his discomfort.

"I'm not raping him." I exclaimed, offended at his wording, "I'm just dancing."

Mello mumbled something that I didn't quite catch, but I knew it couldn't have been something nice that just slipped out of his potty mouth.

"What did you just say?" I hissed between my teeth angrily.

"I said," He accentuated, "You're dancing like a stripper, or rather, a horny teenager." He mused, a tight smirk held onto his features.

"That hurts." I recoiled. It did tug at my chest, my dancing skills weren't that bad, and besides, the song called for a little sexual tension.

"Oh did it now?" Mello rolled his eyes as he walked deeper into the dark room, watching me as he went, "What're going to do? Your 'sad-dance'?" he said, venom dripping with every word, "Does that translate to, oh, I don't know, a lap-dance?"

"You know what…" I said as I fuck you!" I pushed past him and ran into the room I woke up in. By the time I had shut the door and locked it, tears were brimming at my eyes. Being called a slut wasn't my cup of tea.

"You're just jealous!" I shouted at the door, where Mello was sure to be.

"Of what?!" Mello shouted, his voice muffled by the door between us.

Huffing, I decided that I wasn't going to hide any longer; I opened the door that divided us and looked him in the eye as I spoke, "You're just jealous that it was Matt instead of you!"I slammed the door shut again. My resolve melted. I couldn't look at his face anymore. My face heated at the words I'd said."Get out of my room!" Mello growled, avoiding my answer to his sarcastic question.

A smile grew on my face at the new information that he had unknowingly released.

' Oh really? This is his room...' I grinned wickedly and resisted the urge to release an evil laugh.

I started to walk around his room to become familiar with the new surroundings. The four poster bed shocked me a bit because it looked a little too nice in these room. Across from the bed there was a rather large vanity mirror propped against the wall.

'That's not fair. His mirror is three times bigger-'

Erasing any thoughts I might have had about the mirror, I turned my head and spotted a small dresser next to the bed with a lonely white lamp sitting on top of it. I wanted to look around some more, but the urge to rummage through his things as payback was becoming my new goal. The first thing I wanted to look for was some chocolate. I knew that this guy probably had stored some bars in his room if he was always eating it.

Smile fixed in place, I quickly began my search. It took longer than expected to completely look and search every place that I could think of for chocolate, but still I had found none. I was searching his drawer now, but as Mello's room seemed to be made up of shadows, it became obvious I wasn't going to find anything. Flustered, I looked towards the lamp I had seen earlier and turned it on.

"Ewww!"A scream left my mouth before I could stop it. The drawer I had been rummaging through was filled with many pornographic magazines. I felt as if I needed to burn my hands to cleanse them of touching such vile paper.

Quickly, I shut the drawer, turned off the lamp, and ran (which is very hard for someone who still is injured) out of the room. Unfortunately, before I could make it two steps out of the perverted room, I crashed into someone warm. Matt. We fell with a thud and I groaned in pain and sat up to nurse my wound before uttering an apology.

"What are you doing?" someone hissed above me.

"What?" I asked, confused at the sudden anger in whom I now realized to be Mello. Someone groaned underneath me and it was then that I realized that, once again, I was straddling Matt. "It's not what it looks like." I tried to clarify.

Mello rolled his eyes in obvious disbelief, "Was this another dance of yours?"

I stood up as quickly as I could. Forgetting the pain in my leg and about how badly the need to wash my hands was. I pushed past Mello without a second though and walked to the nearest room, which was thankfully not too far away.

Fortunately the room I had randomly chosen had a bathroom with a working shower. With a sigh, I dragged my heavy feet to the door, where I leaned up against the door to try and pull myself together.

'What's wrong with me?' it was worrisome, the way that I felt was not usual.

With tired determination, I decided to take a long hot shower to calm myself down. I twisted the crafty knobs and let the water flow as I took off my clothes, grimacing at my stabbed leg. I walked as carefully as I could into the blanket of steam the warm water had created and sighed as the warmth caressed my stressed self. After a long shower, I found myself with a clear mind and renewed confidence. I grabbed the towel closest to me and wrapped it around my dripping body.

It was then that I noticed I didn't have any clean clothes to change into. My eyes searched worriedly around the small bathroom for any evidence of clothes. To my dismay, I couldn't find anything at all. I decided it would be best to check the room; the owner would surely have some semblance of clothing that I could wear. I opened the door of the bathroom and poked my head out to check that no one was in the room before coming out.

A thought occurred to me, I hadn't taken my bandaged off while I had showered, so I looked down and, surely enough, noticed that my bandage was soaked. I rummaged through cabinets and found a first aid kit rather quickly. I changed the old bandage without much difficulty.

After putting the kit back I swiftly slipped out of the bathroom. The room was still empty so I moved calmly and without much of a hurry. I looked around and found an oddly placed door, to my surprise it was a closet. I grabbed a black and white shirt off of a hanger in front of me and closed the door.

I was now with some clothing so I went on to my search of the room I was in before this one. I wasn't quite sure as to where it was located so I figured it would be fine if I'd just open doors to every room that I was met with until I found said room. Luckily, the room was only a few steps away and I opted to open the door slowly in case there was someone else in the room.

Shirt still in hand, I placed it on the bed as I dried myself off. Absentmindedly, I began to hum out a song which had made itself known in my head:

"I know you want it,

the thing that makes me,

what the guys go crazy for,

they lose their minds,

the way I whine,

I think it's time"

Before I could continue however, a rather loud and forceful throaty noise startled me. My grip on the towel slipped as I turned harshly around to meet the source of the noise… who just happened to be a very angry and very startled Mello.

'Fuck…'

What do you think? Pretty random chapter isn't it? The songs that I used were 'Love Game' by Lady Gaga and 'Milkshake' by Kelis. See you next chapter!

:P