A is for Allowance.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Characters: Mello and Matt
I stomped down the hallway of the damned orphanage, my fists clenched and my eyes narrowed. I was itching for chocolate and stupid Roger hadn't given me my allowance.
"Matt!" I bellowed as I marched into my room. Said redheaded roommate looked up and scrambled to put his game away, which was probably a good idea. He looked at my hands that were lacking the money that should have been there.
"Roger didn't give you your allowance, did he?" Matt asked quietly. I shook my head. This was a common occurrence, because the dumbass thought that I wouldn't get chocolate if he didn't give me money.
Matt dug around under his bed and threw me a bar of chocolate, setting his wrist watch to go off at two o'clock. Night rolled around and I studied while he played his game, muted while I read. I ended up stretched out on his bed with my head on a book, too tired to move. He turned the lights off and sprawled out over his beanbag chair, falling asleep with me.
The beeping of the watch woke us both up, mostly because it scared Matt into flopping on the floor. I woke up giggling at him and he threw the offending material at me.
We both dressed in black and pulled our hoods up. Matt tucked his money and game away safely (because this is England and it seemingly doesn't stop raining) while I slid the window open. Thank God Matt remembered to grease it. We both slipped out and balanced precariously on the thin ledge, gripping the wall with the leather gloves he'd nicked for us.
I slid down, taking the window with me and shutting it while Matt silently leapt into a tree near our window. I swear, the git was such a couch potato but he was a bloody gymnast. He grabbed onto the branch and swung to the truck of the tree, climbing down it like a rock wall.
I, on the other hand, jumped onto the branch, hoisted myself up on it and made my way to the trunk. From there I dropped again and again, catching hold of branches in a memorized pattern. I landed in the plush grass next to Matt, and we both took off at a jog, sticking to the shadows. When we got to the gate, Matt used his gloves so he wouldn't leave prints and tapped in a key code. It changed periodically, but after hacking the system, he'd memorized the pattern and therefore all the codes.
The gate opened silently and we both slipped through while Matt did something or other to lock the code until we got back. Then we took off at a jog, making our way the mile that we needed to go into Winchester.
We started down the main road, easily locating the twenty four hour stores. We slipped into the main supermarket, keeping our hoods pulled down. I went to the candy aisle while Matt ventured to the game section, finding a new game for his handheld. We both made our way to the checkout counter, glaring at those that looked suspicious. I mean, what if someone from the orphanage caught us?
Matt paid with this allowance, getting me several weeks' worth of chocolate and a new game he'd been crooning over. We left, uncaring of the stares we got and started the trek back to Wammy's. The rain was a gentle patter this time, not enough to ruin Matt's game or even soak our hair. We took our time, strolling back up the road while just talking. We devised ways to get out of Wammy's permanently and ended up getting into a heated debate about which way would be best.
Matt froze in his tracks, a slightly distressed look about him.
"Matty?" I questioned. He turned his head to look at me.
"If we were gonna run away, why wouldn't we just use the same way we sneak out?"
We both burst into peals of laughter, giggling all the way back to Wammy's. We snuck back in and Matt reset the lock while I scouted ahead to check for adults. He caught up to me and I knelt on the ground, letting him step into my hands and launching him up into the tree. He caught a branch and swung his legs up, hanging there like a sloth for a moment before lifting himself up the branches. When he got up to the window, he slid it open and slunk it, reappearing a moment later and throwing down a rope ladder he'd made.
I climbed back up into our room, helping him pull the ladder back up and shutting the window. Matt tucked the rest of his money into the bedside table and I stashed most of the chocolate under his bed, where Roger never thought to look. We stripped and crawled into our respective beds, settling in for the night.
"Hey Mello?" Matt asked after a while. I turned over to look at him, surprised.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Is it bad that every time we do that, I feel like we should be in Bond movies?" I chuckled and threw a pillow at him.
"Go to sleep Matt."