'You stupid fuck!', he yells at me, his mouth full of the bittersweet chocolate I just stole from the kitchen.
I turn off my gameboy sighing and turn to him. 'What's wrong?' I ask.
'You fucking got me the wrong chocolate. You know I hate dark chocolate, I told you a thousand fucking times.'
As if I gave a shit.
'Damn it, how can a person be so incredibly dumb?'
'Mello. It's okay.'
'It's not! I... I just don't get it. What am I supposed to eat now?'
'Man, I'm sor
'Oh shut the fuck up, you annoy the crap outta me!'
Bang. The chocolate bar hits my temple.
Mello glances around, looking for another thing to throw at me.
'Calm down, dude.' I turn my gameboy on again while he's giving me the fuck-you-look.
Smiling, I start humming along to the Super Mario Bros theme as it comes up.
Mello's still in rage as he leaves our room to get himself the chocolate he wants so bad.
Boy. This guy's crazy, I can tell.
But maybe that's just why I love him. Maybe that's just why I need him.