Author's Note: Alright, a quick explanation before we get started here.

Seven is a Grim Reaper, and a bit of a womanizer. He's very much a people person, and is easy to get along with if he likes you. He has black hair with silver eyes and pale skin, and likes to pretend that he's British (though he isn't really) and has a bit of an accent.

John is an assassin who works for an organization that will sometimes team up with Reapers to take out sociopath killers and whatnot. He has sandy blonde hair and wears dark sunglasses pretty much all the time. Because of the shades, not many people know that he has mismatch eyes, one being green and the other being blue. He's a firm believer that girls have cooties, but he's still very much into them.

Though the two despise each other, they're pretty much insuperable. Best friends for life type thing, and they have a pretty awesome bromance.

This is one of their little stories.

Cheater Cheater Bestfriend Eater

"Pass me another beer, will you mate?"

"Sure thing, mate," John said with a chuckle, making a poor attempt at mimicking Seven's thick British accent. He pulled a beer out of the fridge and slid it over the counter top to his friend, who caught it and popped the cap off.

"Don't mock the accent," Seven warned. "Not unless you want to get into another fight."

"You're just saying that because you know I'd kick your ass again," John said with a cocky grin.

"Oh please, we all know I won last time," Seven said, matching John's grin with one of his own. "Or do I have to remind you how much you had to pay to fix your silly little glasses?"

"Don't dis the shades," John huffed. "They're not silly, they're awesome and you know it. Why else would you beg me for a chance to wear them?"

"I did not beg!" Seven protested. "I asked because I was merely curious as to why you always wear them. Nothing more."

"Oh please John, please let me wear your glasses," John said, mocking Seven's higher voice and accent. "I'll do whatever you want, I'll even give you my favorite CD! Can't I try them on, just for a moment?"

"I do not sound like that!" Seven cried indignantly. "You make me sound like a school girl! My voice doesn't even go that high!"

"Oh trust me, it does," John teased. "It really fits the whole 'drama queen' thing you got going on there."

"King," Seven huffed. "It's drama king. We've been over this, I'm not a woman."

"You sure act like one," John said. "I've never met a guy that fusses over his hair like that or takes so long to get dressed."

"Please, I'm fabulous and you know it," Seven said, taking a swig of his beer.

"If you didn't have a new girl on your arm every week, I'd think you were gay," John said, shaking his head.

"Yes, well, considering I have a girlfriend I think we both know that I'm not," Seven said with a small smirk.

"Oh really?" John asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter and taking a drink of his beer. "How long are you planning on keeping this one going?"

"Well, we've been dating for a few months now, so…"

"Wait, how long?" John asked, eyes wide behind his sunglasses.

"It's pretty serious," Seven said with a shrug. "I mean, I really like her. I haven't even so much as looked at any other girls."

"Well, that's a first," John mused. "You know, I'm in a pretty serious relationship myself."

"Oh?" Seven asked, raising a brow. "What happened to the whole 'girls have cooties' bit?"

"I don't know, she's just different I guess," John said with a small smile. "Never met anyone like her, you know?"

"Trust me, I know," Seven said, smiling himself. "How long have you two been together?"

"A few months now," John said. "I'm actually taking her out later, though she doesn't know. It's a bit of a surprise."

"Hey, you know what? My girl and I are going out tonight as well," Seven said with a grin. "Maybe we should all go to the same place so we can see which one is prettier."

"Oh, you're on," John said with a smirk. "Winner pays the tab next time we're at the bar?"

Seven nodded. "I hope you have some extra cash. So, what's your girl's name anyway?"

"Jennifer Warlow," John said. "And, trust me, there's no way your girlfriend can—Uh, Seven, are you alright?"

Seven was staring at John in what could only be described as total shock. "Jennifer Warlow? Are you sure that's her name?"

"Uh, yeah?" John said, giving Seven a confused look. "Why is that a big deal?"

"Because that's my girlfriend's name."

The two stood in absolute silence, just staring at each other. Seven was the first one to speak, holding out his hand with a look of devastation on his face.

"Hey, Johnny boy, mind passing me another beer? I think I'm going to need it."

Final Thoughts: Might continue this later, but I dunno. Story is inspired by the song Cheater Cheater Bestfriend Eater by Never Shout Never.