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Before Roger could say any more, Matt had slammed the door in his face.

Mello grinned, taking another bite out of the chocolate bar, as he watched Matt franticly waving his arm around trying to shoo him out of the room without taking his other hand off the door.

Still grinning, he got up, grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom pulling the door shut behind him.

Matt stumbled as the door flew open behind him, revealing a very confused Roger.

"Where is she?" he said, scanning the empty room.

"There was no one-SHE?" Matt asked, trying desperately to hide the smirk wanting to show on his face. Roger thought Mello was a girl? That was a good one.

"Yes! Where is she? There was a blonde girl sitting right there." he pointed towards the bed.

"Roger, there was no girl in here." Matt said biting his lip.

"Yes there was! Don't lie to me young man! You had a girl in here, you know how I feel abou-"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A GIRL!" Mello came storming through the bathroom exit, thankfully dressed, and still holding the chocolate bar.

Roger froze; face red and mouth hanging open.

By now, Matt was rolling on the floor holding his stomach as tears pooled from his eyes; he'd never laughed so hard in his life!

Mello growled at his roommate, Roger remained frozen as he stared at the young lad ahead of him.

When Matt finally calmed down, he sat back up, picking up his regarded sandwich and took another huge chunk out of it.

Roger finally stopped staring at Mello and silently walked out of the room, shutting the door old behind him.

Poor Roger.

Mello gave Matt a grumpy look before his frown turned into a smile.

Matt gave him a huge grin in return, scrunching up his eyes to make it even bigger.

Me and Mello are going to be great friends.

Me and Matt are going to be great friends.

"Maaaatt, I'm hungry."

"Mello, can't you see I'm busy?" he really was demanding sometimes.

"Please Matt. If you get me some chocolate, I'll be your bestest friend." He said in a really winey voice, trying to be cute.

"Mello, I'm your only friend. You scare everyone else."

Mello had been here with me for two years now, us both being 15. His craving for chocolate had only gotten worse and it didn't help me constantly running back and forth from the kitchen with arm full's of the sweet treat. We hardly ever left the room, when we did it was to tease the younger kids or sneak food for midnight feasts.

Mello was my best friend and I know nothing will ever come between us, well, except chocolate and games.

I heard him huff and movement behind me, but I didn't really pay much attention to him, the game I was playing was way more interesting.

Then the screen disappeared from my view and was replaced with the floor. I could feel a heavy weight crushing my back as I squirmed to try and get free. After a few minutes I gave up, knowing he would give me no mercy.

Then my breath hitched as I felt cool breath tickle my neck.

"Is a game more important than me? I would of thought I meant more to you than that." he whispered.

I could feel the smirk on his face as he sat back up again.

"Now, are you going to get me chocolate or not?"

"NOT!" I yelled, playing along a little, "now, get the hell off of me you fatty!"

He adjusted so he had a leg either side of me, pushing painfully on my back.

"Who you calling 'fatty'?" he questioned, growling slightly.

I turned my head so my cheek was on the floor and simply said "you."

Before I knew what was happening, I had been picked up by the scruff of my collar and thrown backwards. I landed with a thud, my spine tingled from the impact making me screw my eyes shut.

When I opened them again, a blonde framed face hovered above me, a twisted grin plastered on his features.

He straddled me once again, pinning my wrists to the ground with his scrawny hand.

I struggled to pull fresh air into my lungs as he slowly leant towards me.