Written when I was at my grandpa's.
Yayy.
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"Why are we doing this?" Mello asked, peeling the skin off of the potatoes with a cheap peeler.
"Because it's Thanksgiving, Mels." Matt smiled. Mello scoffed.
"What do we have to be thankful for? Near's winning. L's dead. Kira's going to kill us..." he trailed off.
Matt was silent. "...if you really feel that way, we don't have to do this...I just thought it would be nice. You can throw the potatoes away, I guess..." Matt slid off the counter and drifted into his room.
"...God damn it." Mello sighed.
He'd have to do this himself.
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"What the fuck? How do you stuff a t-- Oooh......" Mello glared at the hunk of meat disgustedly. "I have to put my hand..." he groaned. Matt had better be fucking grateful that Mello was willing to go his far for him.
Mello shoved the turkey in the oven afterwards, opening a cupboard to find some wine.
"...why do we not have wine?" Mello frowned. "Hm...at least we have grape juice..." Mello smirked. "And vodka~"
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Mello smiled at his self-proclaimed 'best fucking Thanksgiving dinner ever to come into existence.'
"Matt!!" he shouted.
"What do you want? What's that smell?" Matt called back, still in his room.
"Get your ass in here."
"My ass is perfectly happy right here."
"I don't care what your ass thinks, get it in the fucking kitchen!" Matt groaned in protest but got up anyway.
"What do you--" Matt stopped, looking at the table. A bowl of poorly mashed potatoes was next to a fairly perfect-looking turkey, and two wine glasses sat on either side of the table with plates and forks. Matt looked back up at Mello, who had his arms crossed over his hideous apron that he found God-knows-where, and a loose piece of hair fell from his ponytail. His pants had lost their shine when Mello got flour on them, and tracked the powder around the kitchen.
"Did...did you make this?"
"Yes, and you better fucking eat it." Matt nodded and sat down.
"Why are there wine glasses? We have no wine..."
"We have grape juice. And vodka!" Mello grinned.
"Give me some!" Mello handed Matt the bottle. Matt laughed a little. "Why'd you do this?"
"You seemed really upset..." Mello poured his own glass.
"I was stupid to think you'd do it in the first place." Matt took a long drink.
"Well I did, so let's eat." Mello grabbed his fork.
"Wait, we have to say thanks, or something. Count our blessings." Mello frowned slightly, but nodded.
"You should start." Mello decided. Matt thought.
"I'm thankful for life, and food, and shelter, and the person I love."
Mello raised an eyebrow. "Who do you love?"
"This isn't Truth or Dare, Mels, now go."
"Fine. I'm thankful for all those same things."
"You love someone?"
"This isn't Truth or Dare, dear~" Mello grinned. Matt huffed.
"What if we say who at the same time?"
"Wanna?"
"Sure."
"Ready?"
"Yep."
"Go."
They both spoke at the same time. "You." Silence. Then they both spoke again. "You like me? Why? Seriously?" They stopped again. "You speak first." Matt frowned.
"Let's just make out."
"Uhh..." Matt leant across the table and captured Mello's lips, tasting their fake tongues clashed as Mello brought Matt closer, Matt now almost on the table.
Mello took a breath against Matt's lips. A teardrop fell on his cheek, causing him to pause.
"Gods, Mello, I love you..." Matt smiled.
"You have no idea, Matty."
"I think I do."
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The food was gone, and the boys had migrated to the living room.
"Shit, I'm stuffed." Mello fell onto the couch and Matt sat on his legs. Mello pulled the red-head down to his chest. Matt pressed his lips to Mello's neck.
'You have no idea, Matty...' Mello thought with a grin. 'No idea.
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Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
How fun.
I want my holidays to be more like their's.
Lolol
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