It's about one thirty in the morning and I'm awake entangled in the limbs of a certain blond-headed-mafia leader. Actually, it's not as bad as it sounds and to tell the truth I wouldn't have wanted to wake up to anyone else. However, the problem is that it's the middle of winter, the heat decided to up and resign and Mello stole all the blankets. So, tell me what's wrong with this picture. A few things that's what.
I shift a bit under the weight of the blond. He's not heavy, in fact he barely weighs anything. I'm just careful not to disturb him; he's awful to deal with if you wake him. I pull on the blankets gently feeling them begin to slide out from beneath the blond when out of no where they snag. I pause for a moment examining Mello for signs that he might have woken. No movement. So, I continue my menial ministrations and go back to my gentle tug and pulls. However, how gentle can you be when trying to release a warm blanket from its confines? Ah-ha! So, you understand it too, but apparently so does Mello. He begins to move struggling against the blankets tangled in his limbs.
"Matt, what in god's name are you doing at one o'clock in the morning?" He sits up.
"It's nothing Mello go back to sleep." I say. He nods his head sleepily before resting it against my shoulder.
"Are you sure Matty?" He yawns.
"Yeah, Mello it's fine. I'm okay with freezing to death." I give a strained laugh as I pat the blond on the head. He rolls over wrapping his arms around me hugging as tightly as a person who is half asleep can.
"Alright Matty, night,"
"Night," I reply and realize that no I'm not getting any warm blankets tonight, but for moments like these I don't mind freezing to death.