Disclaimer: I do not own! You think you would get the message by now…

Warning(s): Some cursing, Mattie gets a little violent (nothing to bad though). And I do want to say this: Yes, in this fic. they are in a relationship. (They are in all my fics. though, haha)

Yesh, I would also like to say this, when writing this, I was playing the song Redundant by Green Day (which is where I got the idea for the story) *Not a Songfic though* (Le gasp!)

P.s. Can you spot the reference to the song?(Not the title) It is a lyric from the song…

Matt rolled out of bed, made his way to the bathroom, and did his routine: Toilet, sink, brush teeth, shower, clothes.

Mello was already up like usual, drinking his coffee and looking through the paper.

"Morning," Mello said not even looking up.

"…Ehh," the usual response from Matt for it being so early in the morning.

Like always, Matt went over to the cupboard: bowl, cereal, milk, spoon, eat. Mello didn't even give him a second glance as Matt walked over to the t.v., turning on a console and went looking through his game.

Matt sighed, he didn't really feel like playing any video games today, but sadly, it was his only choice, it was either video games or the monotony of boring, everyday life.

Matt counted the seconds is his head, "5… 4… 3… 2… 1…" and there it was, like clockwork, Mello got up from his seat walked down the hall, and into the bathroom. Matt counted once again, this time out loud, "3... 2... 1..." and he heard the shower turn on.

Matt once again sighed. He looked down at his cereal bowl, now empty, not even realizing that he been eating it this whole time. "Wow, am I so used to doing this that I don't even realize it anymore…?"

He shook the thought out of his head, and picked a game to play; Silent Hill: Shattered Memories. He preformed yet another routine; open case, insert game, load, and wait.

"Finally, maybe this will give me some entertainment…" Matt moved the controller, trying to make his character go through the motions of movement too.

But no, it was just another routine: help a girl, solve a puzzle, watch a cut scene, run from monsters, pick up flare to scare monsters with (god forbid you were given a gun), take a picture with phone, solve more puzzles and repeat. It was so bad that Matt was even able to predict where the monsters were located.

Sighing for the third time in only, what? He thought, an hour at most. He put the controller down, and rubbed his head, trying to stop an oncoming headache, but even those were starting to come standard now.

He glanced around the room looking at the clock, "Mello should be walking down the hall right about-"

"Matt," Mello said walking behind the red head, "make sure to go pick up the-"

"Yeah, package, I know," he said interrupting him. "I've been picking up a damn package for the past six months now."

Mello looked down at the red head, sitting on the floor, noticing that some grotesque creature was currently killing his character. "You alright? You don't let your characters die in games unless it's incredibly hard."

"Huh, ohh, no big deal, I guess." He brushed off Mello's statement as if was nothing. Matt got up, and brought his empty cereal bowl over to the sink: get up, put bowl in sink, walk over to table, open the paper and…

Matt really hated this next part of the daily routine, he held his breath as he counted down from five,"5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"

"What the hell is with the attitude?" Mello glared down at Matt from his standing position.

"It's nothing. I'm at a loss for words, I guess." He replied, hoping that his statement would end the argument, but he knew better. Another daily ritual: Effort in futility.

"My ass, you're pissed about something aren't you?" Mello crossed his arms against his chest, not being able to see Matt's inner conflict.

Matt spoke with defeat in his voice, "…I'm not pissed Mello, really."

"Typical," Mello mumbled as he turned and walked into a different room.

With Mello out of the room, Matt spoke quietly to himself, "What's wrong with me? I can't possibly be bored with Mello, can I? I love being able to predict his moves, it makes teasing him so much fun…" Matt let a small, soft smile grace his lips, but then ruined it with his next thought, "Uhh but that's the whole reason why I even play video games, I hate, monotony. But does that mean…"

Matt stopped himself before his current thought reared its ugly head out into the open. He looked over at the time, only three more seconds and Mello would be-

"Matt I'll be back later. Don't forget the package."

"Yeah," Matt responded back.

Matt played some more of his predictable video games, and then fell asleep, probably the most unpredictable thing he did that morning.

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Matt got up from the living room floor and yawned. He remembered that Mello wanted him to pick something up, again; he glanced at the time.

"Fuck," he cursed, "not even sleep will let me break my god-damned routine!"

He left the living room and grabbed his phone and keys, making his way out the door to his car. While driving down to the usual pick-up area (this package wasn't exactly "legal", mind you) Matt thought more about his current situation.

"It can be that I'm bored with Mello," he said to himself, "he can excite me so much, that it's not even funny sometimes."

He thought silently to himself again, only to be interrupted by a concert of cars honking at him to move before the light changed again. He flipped the people off before stepping on the gas. Sadly, that too, was scheduled.

He finally made it to the pick up area, a secluded place behind some where-houses, "How cliché," He once thought to himself.

More rituals, routines, procedures, whatever you want to call it, Matt had to endure another one: open car trunk, pull out suitcase of money (another cliché Matt hated), show idiots the money; even though they don't know how much the package really costs, make deal that swindles them out of money, go home.

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He threw his keys on the table and opened his phone quickly, seeing if there was any text messages form Mello. "Of course not," he said, "Mello won't text me for another hour." He put his phone back into his pocket and then looked around the room.

His eyes stopped on the table where he threw his keys, "You have to be fucking kidding me!"

His keys landed in the exact same spot as they always did, Matt was almost positive that even each individual key on the ring was positioned the same way as they always were.

Something inside the red head had finally snapped, he couldn't take it anymore! Matt was sick of everything being on a schedule in his life! He needed change and he needed it badly!

Matt walked over to the table and with a swipe of his arm, everything on the table fell to the ground. Still fuming, he made his way to the kitchen and deliberately flung every chair in there, even going so far as to pick up dishes from the sink and throw them to the ground with a smash.

His pent up anger was coming out, and he decided to make his way down the hall to his and Mello's bedroom. Anything that happened to get in his was smashed, along with slamming some doors on the way to their room.

Once he finally made it in, he flung open the closet doors throwing clothes all over, doing the same thing to the dresser. He then threw everything off the nightstands and completely ripped the bed apart off all its sheets and pillows.

With his last bit of energy he screamed, "There! Now nothing is in its place!" Feeling a bit dizzy, he sat down on the bed.

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Mello walked into the house, quickly noticing that the place was completely trashed. "Matt," he called out, but no answer was heard.

He walked through the house taking note of all that was broken. Mello had tried to call earlier, but Matt didn't answer, which would sometimes happen, except seeing the current state their house was in, Mello just hoped Matt was okay.

He walked down the hall, looking in every room, but found it soon pointless, since the level of destruction seemed to get worse as he got closer to their room.

Mello called one more time, "Matt?"

Mello walked into the bedroom and saw Matt hugging his knees close to his chest while sitting on the bed.

"Matt! What the hell happened here? Are you okay?" Mello quickly sat down and placed his hand on the red head's shoulder, bringing Matt closer to himself, Mello tried his best to draw Matt out of his shocked state.

"Matt! Come on, speak to me! Are you okay? I swear I'll kill the asshole if someone hurt you!"

Matt leaned into Mello for a moment then finally pulled away, "…Mello we need to talk."

A/N: Tada! Chapter 1! So…tell me, what did you think? I honestly pulled this outta nowhere…well not really nowhere (Green Day love) It was originally supposed to be a one shot, but I'm going to continue this into a small series. I don't currently know how many chapters it will be because I haven't planned that out yet (And I pretty much hate not knowing that...) Also for those of you who don't know, you are given a phone in Silent Hill: Shattered Memories in which you have to take pictures of ghosts with, among other things...just didn't want anyone to get confused...

Ohh yes I wanted to mention the whole thing where I…hmm how should I put this…list? what Matt does on a daily basis, that will only be used for this chapter. It was really only there to illustrate the redundant things he does on a daily basis.

But, anyways, Review!! Please? Chapter 2 should be up soon, it's currently forming in my mind as I type this, so yeah. Review. Now.