Emo! Matt x Tom

Cookie Theif

     Tom has always had trouble falling asleep. If he knew any better, he'd quit drinking all the time. His alcohol addiction fuels his inability to sleep. He lied in bed, staring silently at the ceiling, praying that he would soon fall asleep. The small man shifted in bed, trying to get comfortable. That was until his roommate threw the bedroom door open violently. A small hole in the wall appeared as the doorknob pierced the drywall. 

     "Did you take my fucking cookies?! They're gone! I knew you'd take them, fatass!" Matt snarled in anger, believing that Tom had stolen his precious cookies. Tom quickly sat up in bed, terrified of the screaming. It reminded him of his parent's house. 

     "What? No! I didn't take them!" But, It had Tom's name spray-painted all over it. At the crime scene laid Tom's checkered tie next to the empty cookie jar. Matt wasn't going to believe him for any second, he swiftly drew his pocket knife from his hoodie, and swung it open, charging at Tom. The smaller male screamed, flying out of bed and escaping to the bathroom that fortunately had a lock on it. 

     Matt slammed his hands on the door, threatening Tom with thousands of curses and violent words. 

     "You let me in there right now! You damn faggot!" He screeched, desperate to make Tom pay for what he did. Instead of letting Matt carve his face off, he smashed the bottle of Smirnoff he had in his pocket, leaving it with a sharp end. Now, he had something to defend himself with. 

     "Matt please, let me explain!" Tom squeaked. He caught his breath as Matt calmed down, giving him the okay to describe what happened. 

     "Look... My sugar was low and I was feeling really nauseous... I know they're your favorite cookies, but I can buy you more..." He whimpered out. Tom didn't really feel that guilty about it. They're just cookies. They have no significance to Matt. 

     "Tom, just open the door," Matt spoke as he dropped the pocket knife and slid it under the door to Tom, proving that he wouldn't hurt him. 

     Tom opens the door reluctantly with a small whine. Instead of hurting the smaller man, he embraces him in his arms warmly. Matt nuzzles the crook of Tom's neck softly. 

     "I'm sorry, baby," Matt spoke softly, "That was mean." 

     "Mean? You threatened to kill me!" His tone of voice sounded harsh, yet he cuddled him back. 

     "I know. You can have all the cookies you want, hun," The taller, larger male kisses the smaller male's forehead to calm him, and ensure that he truly means it. 

     Tom smiles, for once. His heart is warmed by Matt.