December the First:

First snow

The sun had merely peeked over the horizon and petite snowflakes were swirling in the light breeze, slowly but steadily covering the earth underneath. Everything was covered with a smooth layer of thin and crispy snow. It wasn't enough to stay on the ground for very long, as the first rays of sunlight were slowly peering through the gaps between the trees surrounding the orphanage. When the light hit the snow, the sun rays reflected on its surface, making it gleam. One boy was observing the spectacle through his window, his feet bare against the cold wooden floor of his room and his face enlightened with admiration for the nature and its beauty. He glanced away from the sun, still lingering at the horizon, and frowned when he saw his roommate still tucked in bed, snoring quietly. When he angled his gaze back, he saw that the snow had melted and disappeared, leaving close to no trace. He guessed that the ground was a bit damp where the snow had melted, and he saw small droplets of water on his windowsill still reflecting the gleaming light of the early sun. The boy turned around on the spot, as the object of his interest had melted, and once again grimaced against the sleeping boy.

"Hey Matt" The boy said, walking up to the bed and nudging the redhead.

"Leave me alone" The other boy groaned. He glanced up at his friend for a second, and his still dreamy brain couldn't comprehend what he was seeing at first. Mello was stunningly and confusingly alike an angel – His blue eyes still carrying the shine from the snow, his face adorned with a rare calm look, and his hair as a halo around his face. The light from the sun behind him only strengthened the illusion of having an angel sitting on his bed. "God Mello, how early is it?" Matt continued, as soon as he had recovered from the stunning picture, and hid under the covers again, protecting his eyes from the bright light.

Mello ignored his question, knowing that Matt wouldn't be remotely pleased with the answer. "You missed the snow" he said, and nudged him again. "The first snow of the year, and you missed it!" Mello nudged the redhead again. Matt groaned and gave out a whimper, knowing that Mello wouldn't let him go back to sleep. So, defeated again, Matt sat up and peered towards Mello, his eyes as thin cracks.

"It's really early, isn't it?" Matt asked, pursing his lips and tiredly rubbing his eyes. Mello only beamed at him, his morning mood being extremely good compared to Matt's, who was used to sleep-ins. Matt often pondered over how mismatched they were, and how it had happened that they had became the best of friends. As said, Mello was always up early but his mood slowly sank during the day, but Matt was the complete opposite to this; Being too tired in the mornings to be in a good mood, and at his peak around one in the morning. "It's not THAT early" The blonde said, and hit his friend on the arm with his fist, just to wake him up slightly.

"Let's go outside!" He suddenly exclaimed, pulled his still newly awoken friend up on his feet.

"No!" Matt squeaked, and yanked his thin wrist out of Mello's grip. "It's cold outside" He explained and put his arms around his torso to warm himself up, as the other had pulled him out of his warming covers. "And it's early" He whined, but as he glanced at Mello he realized that his protests were in vain. Mello had already decided – and when Mello decided anything it was bound to happen. So the redhead only sighed and let his head fall down. "okay" He mumbled, clearly defeated once again and without a fight he started dressing up. Mello just smiled appreciatively, and joined his friend in the act of putting on socks. Because, no matter how much he detested the feeling of garment against his feet, being barefoot in his shoes would be too cold.

"I still don't like the idea" Matt mouthed as the blond dragged him down the stairs of the slowly awakening orphanage. "Shut up, will you Matt?" Mello hissed and pushed the great wooden door open. Cool air brushed their cheeks, and Matt pulled his scarf tighter around his neck. The blonde, who had insisted going without hat or scarf, pulled the other out and shut the door before Roger would wake up and catch them on the threshold.

It was freezing, but somehow warmth seemed to be radiating from the blond who held Matt's hand tightly in his. Without speaking the slightly older one led them through the yard, and into the small gathering of trees at the far end of the grounds. They breathed puffs of air, the wind breezed over them as cold as before, and Matt shivered. Even though Mello seemed warmer, and overall constantly unaffected by the coldness, Matt saw that his ears had turned a quite violent shade of red. He frowned, and looked away, but couldn't help but feel bad for the boy before him who didn't even wear gloves. He was afraid that his friend would become sick. He pulled his hat off, and pushed it down over Mello's head. "You're freezing" Matt whined, and Mello turned around to face him. His nose as red as his ears had been. The blond only looked at him, at first seemingly indifferently, before a small smile stretched his thin lips and the smile reached his azure blue eyes. The hair, now slightly pushed down by the woolen hat, curled around his cheeks, strands messily sticking out at random. Matt stood there, tantalized by the rare smile Mello beamed at him, before he had the chance to move or to react, the other suddenly moved.

"What are you staring at, dumbass!" Mello hit him carefully on the head to bring him back to the surface of the earth. "You were spacing out again" Mello commentated, as he had done his friend a great favour. "Come on!" He continued, and grabbed Matt's wrist with his ice-cold fingers. He pulled the younger one with him, a pair of metres through the trees, until they reached a coppice. The trees stood tightly around the spot of clear ground, damp twigs covering the ground.

"Here" The blonde decided, kicked a small rock aside, before he lay down on the damp ground. Some of the twigs cracked noisily, the sound carried easily through the crisp air.

"What are you doing?" Air puffed out through Matt's mouth as he breathed out the word, in a nervous laughter. However, the blonde boy didn't laugh, but a calm smile was spread across his features. Matt almost couldn't believe his luck of being blessed with not only but, but two, smiles from his friend. In less than an hour. Oh, well it was morning. Mello was unfairly happy during the early hours of the day.

"Shut up." The other suggested, and the smile was replaced by a determined look. A look that was awfully common on his face, compared to the smile that had graced his face a few seconds earlier. The redhead followed his advice, and only observed his friend.

As he did so the blonde closed his eyes, his eyelashes surprisingly dark against the pale skin underneath. During summer, Matt knew by experience, Mello would easily get tanned. But now, in the cold beginning of the winter, his skin was as pale as Matt's. Who spent most of his days inside and, especially throughout summer, as far away from the sun's reach as possible. When Mello let him, of course. Mello was slowly moving now, and it caught Matt's interest. He slid his arms up in a coordinated movement, his bare fingertips barely touching above his head, before he slid the arms back, until they reached his sides. After this he repeated the gesture a couple of times. It took a while for Matt to comprehend what Mello was doing, and some seconds before he saw the connection.

Once again he started to laugh, puffs of air escaping his mouth in rhythmic prods. "Mello" He asked, leaning down over him. "Are you making a snowangel?"

The blonde, who seemed satisfied with his finished ritual, opened his eyes hastily. A look, that Matt interpreted as offended, had emerged on Mello's neat features. Furrowing his thin brows over his round eyes and the corner of his lips turned downwards, his dry lips wrinkled. "It's tradition" He defended himself, and rose up. Grabbing a firm hold on Matt's arm as he heaved himself up on his feet. He started to brush of some twigs that clutched his jacket, and apparently he considered the explanation sufficient.

"You can't do a snowangel without snow" Matt stated, his hands safely buried inside his pockets, as the cold crept closer by the minute they stood still.

"I can." Mello retorted lamely, with a slight shrug. "It was snow before. You were just too sleepy to get up and watch it."

In silent agreement they both started walking back towards the orphanage, best being back before Roger woke up. Or realized they had been gone.

"Statement still stands. You still can't make a SNOWangel without SNOW, stupid" Matt said, but it was obvious on his tone that he was joking.

"Shut up! Just because you have no imagination!" Mello breathed out, in a honest laugh. And when Matt angled his gaze towards him, he saw that he was his smile was as beaming as before. That was the third time this morning; This must be his Lucky Day.

-Authors note-

Yeah! There you have it, the first chapter in my FanfictionChristmasCalendar. I know it's pretty uneventful, and you'll guys will have to wait for the real action to begin. I want the chapters to be pretty independent, and not relying on each other too much. Yeah. Eh, review? PLEASE.