Miss Enna: Yay! Time for another DRABBLE!! (I'm learning quick!) Though at first I thought OC had something to do with Orange County. Hehe.

Missy Misa: Idiot, it means Original Character.

M E: Well, I know that now.

M M: Sure you do.

Miss Enna: I DO! I DO! I DO! I DO! I DO! P.S. Mello's gonna be a bit (okay a lot) OOC, as to be expected ... Yes, I DO know what OOC stands for!

Missy Misa: Okay then, what does it mean?

M E: It means 'Oranges on Chocolates!!' .

M M: Uh, no, it doesn't.

Miss Enna: But I own LOTS of chocolate at home!!

M M: You're wack.

M E: Wiggidy-wack?

Missy Misa: Nope, just regular type. 3

Miss Enna: Aww... :"

DISCLAIMER: We do not own Matt or Mello from Death Note... or Homestar Runner (but he was barely mentioned in our redundant conversation, and it was just a referral to Super Bad's ridiculous 'teen girl squad' comics). XD

When You Aren't Around

Part Two

Sugariness (and Messiness) Galore!

'Mmmmmm, creamy, dark, smooth..."

Mello shut and locked all the doors into the room. He pulled down all the window blinds.

"Soon you will be all mine, my sugaries..."

Swiftly, he opened a drawer and pulled out an extremely large box – his secret stash.

He took a couple of inconspicuous looks around him to make sure he was alone, 'All clear.'

"Diabetes, here I come!"

Disgusting and horrifyingly loud crunching noises could be heard from a hundred kilometer radius.

"Rnnnggh... ruuuuuuuuaaawkkkk... drool kwuuunnnch!"

Wrappers lay strung across the floor. Chocolate stains covered the rug and all the furniture. Sitting in the middle of the room was an overly content Mello, with a goofy, chocolate-stained smile spread across his face. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"What? What the- Why is this door locked?!" The door knob rattled.

Alarmingly startled, Mello instantly froze.

Oh, no... Please... no Him.

Matt opened the door and stopped at the sight of Mello. He thought for a second, and then he grinned.

"What's wrong with you, Mello?" he cockily asked. 'Heh, he's high on sugar!'

Mello stared at him, wide eyed, grasping another chocolate bar.

"Help me clean this mess up," sighed Matt.

They began to collect all the wrappers, and throw them in the trash.

- An hour later -

"Mello? Where are my games?"

"Umm, I saw you throw them out when we were cleaning up."

"Whaaaaat?" Matt's eye twitched again, and then he threw his hands in the air.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Hey! While you're at it, why don't you review? That's a great idea! Aren't you glad you thought of it?