Andrew and you have never really gotten along.

He was more of a cynical guy who prefers to be left alone.

On the other hand, you were more of a casual, reckless, talkative, and party guy: the complete opposite of Andrew.

The two barely talk and only interact when they're forced to.

One late night, you find yourself craving a midnight snack.

You make your way to the kitchen quietly, not wanting to awake his fast asleep roommate.

So, you opened the fridge hastily, your eyes lighting up upon seeing a chocolate bar.

It has a sticky note taped to it that reads, "DO NOT TOUCH!."

However, you ignored the warning and grabbed the piece of candy anyway, ripping the note right off of it.

You started to head back to your bedroom with a satisfied smirk on your face.

As soon as you rounded the corner, you were cut off by Andrew, who stood in front of you, preventing you from passing.

"What are you holding in your hand? Is that my fucking chocolate?"

Andrew growls, his voice low and filled with anger.

He points accusingly at the Hershey bar, his glare fixed on you, who stands frozen in place, caught red-handed.

The tension in the air is thick as they stand there, the two boys locked in a silent standoff.