A/N: Hey again~ It's been a while but this is a new thing I'm working on. A bunch of loosely connected one-shots revolving around school life in general. None of them are going to exceed 700 (?) words and definitely not 1000. Not sure how fast I'll update but I've got almost three others completed after this so we'll see :D

Genre: Romance/General

Warnings: Fluff, I guess?

Disclaimers: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. And neither do I own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or 'Manic Monday' (The Bangles, covered by Relient K)

Eight In the Morning: Manic Monday

"Wake up, idiot," Mello snapped as he slammed a pillow down on his friend's face. The redhead groaned.

"…What?" Matt squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed the pillow away.

"You have thirteen minutes until the bell rings," Mello said, glancing at the watch strapped to his wrist. "And I don't want to be late."

Matt sighed, finally opening his eyes slightly as they turned to the angry blonde almost lazily.

"Why don't you go ahead first then?"

The silence was almost deafening as the redhead watched Mello turn a light shade of pink. Because Mello never blushed. He instead scowled and turned to the window where streaks of sunlight filtered through the glass.

"What?" He spat out, never looking at Matt who laid on the bed, stifling a yawn. "You want me to leave you? If I'm not here, you'll never get to school!"

Matt let a small smile curl onto his lips as he sat up, one leg dangling over the side of the bed and the colourful sheets pooling around his waist, the picture of Mario's face folded by his hip.

"Hmmm," The redhead hummed in thought. "Am I supposed to say 'thank-you' now?"

Mello shot him a glare, making him laugh.

"Well, yeah," The blonde crossed his arms, leaning against the sill of the window, the cold glass pressed against his back. Matt could still see stains of pink on his pale cheeks and that made him smile because Mello never blushed. "And you owe me a chocolate bar."

Matt rolled his eyes and leaned over to his bedside table, yanking open a cracked drawer. Objects spilled over the edge and Mello could see old Yu-Gi-Oh cards and tangled wires and he looked away in fear of spotting something he really wouldn't want to see.

"Here," Matt's voice drew his eyes back to his friend, with his messy bed head and wrinkled T-shirt that was falling over one pale shoulder. He flashed Mello a bar of chocolate and tossed it to the blonde who caught it neatly.

"I hope you didn't get this from your drawer," Mello said, crinkling up his nose in distaste and Matt grinned.

"Who knows?" He said as he flopped back onto his bed, his eyes closed, his head resting on his folded arms.

Mello frowned but unwrapped his chocolate nonetheless. He hadn't had one since he left his house.

"Are you going to get up?" He asked Matt as he licked the sweet candy. The redhead raised his head slightly and looked at his friend in confusion.

"Why would I need to do that?" He asked. "It's been thirteen minutes already."

And Mello turned red, and it wasn't in embarrassment this time because, of course, Mello didn't blush.