Michael's being mean! He keeps yelling at me when I did nothing wrong. Ok, maybe I did knock down his figurines more than I should. Also, maybe I made one too many Jersey Mike's jokes to him, but still! This time it's different!

So, we were making cupcakes because Jack's birthday was coming up and we wanted to do something for him. Especially Michael, since he used to room with Jack a long while back and he wanted to give a long over due thanks for putting up with him.

Halfway into making the batter, Michael realized that we needed some vanilla extract. He left me in charge of finishing making and mixing the batter before he left to go buy some. I added the rest of the eggs and milk and other gubbins.

Once that was done, I began to stir it. But as it began to take shape, it was more work to stir it. I went into one of the cabinets and found one of those whisks things that were electrical. You know? The one you plug it in and you can stir with it.

I quickly assembled it and plugged it and began to stir it. It needed a bit more power, so I set it to high power on the thingy. Sure enough, it went faster. Just for curiosity, I wanted to see what would happen if I lifted up while it was still running.

When I did, all of the excess batter that was on it, began to splatter all over the kitchen, on the walls, all over the table, on the ceiling, and into the sink. And as luck would have it, there was a knock at our door. I had no time so clean any of it up, I quickly unplugged the thing and went to answer the door.

I was right, standing there was Michael holding a black plastic bag, smiling. He tiptoed a bit to me and gave me a small, sweet kiss before turning back to the bag.

"I found the extract. It was a bitch to find! But I also got some other things for the cupcakes and Jack!" He said with a grin. I guess I looked nervous, so he asked me what was wrong.

Before I could respond, Michael walked into the kitchen and saw the mess. A bit of batter fell from the the ceiling and landed on Michael's nose. I looked at him, nervously, as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm taking care of a child then a British boyfriend." He remarked before turning to me. "Let's clean up first and then work on the cupcakes." Michael ordered, in a monotone voice. I simply nodded and wondered why he wasn't so angry. I mean, he was angry. But not "Rage Quit" yelling at me.

We finished cleaning and we continued working on the cupcakes. But unlike before, where we were laughing and saying stupid things; he was more quiet and only said a few things in between orders.

We finally placed them in the oven and he told me to just sit somewhere and wait and to not do anything stupid. Then, he took them out and left them on the counter to cool. I was sitting on the couch, watching a random movie that was on. He sat beside me and laid against the arm rest that was opposite from where I was. He didn't say anything for the rest of the movie.

To be honest, I think his silent rage upsets me more than when he's annoyed and yelling. When he's yelling, it's fun to annoy him. But when he's quiet, it's... What's the word?... More upsetting, I guess. I'm sorry Michael!

-Gavin