A/N: I forgot to put a disclaimer on the first drabble about the song I used. The song I used was Sugar Cube by Porcelain and the Tramps, and I DO NOT own it. Just borrowed it :P
What are you doing?" You winced at the whispered question in your ear. Glancing over your shoulder, you glared at Matt. "Shut up, would ya? Just watch," Matt watched as you successfully picked the lock on Mello's desk. With a victorious smile, you reached into the drawer and grabbed each candy bar he had stashed in there, and shoved them into a small pillow case
"Follow me," you whispered and tiptoed back to your room. Once you made it to your room, you quickly shut and locked the door
"You know he's gonna be pissed. Why are you doing this exactly?" Matt arched a brow at you. Crossing your arms, you glared at him, "Because. That asshole ate the last popsicle, dammit!" You stomped your foot. Matt chuckled and shook his head as he watched you chew on your fingernails.
"What?" you barked when you noticed the odd glint in Matt's eyes. He smirked, "I just figured out what your secret is," You froze at the grin that was adorning his face. "W-what are you talking about?" You muttered, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up your neck. He couldn't know. Could he? How could he figure it out just by you stealing Mello's chocolate?
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't be embarrassed. It's a pretty common thing for girls," He flashed you an amused smile. "Shut up," you shoved on his arm, "I don't know what you're talking about, Matt…" You walked passed him and lounged on your couch while he stared at you. "Seriously, [y/n], it's not a bad thing. You don't have to hide it. Now that I think about it, I can't believe I haven't noticed before," he mused to himself.
Getting up, you walked over to him and jammed your hands on your hips. "Fine. I'll admit it, okay? I like you," You glared at him. His eyes widened and his mouth opened a little in surprise. You're blood chilled. That's not what he was talking about. Paling slightly, you're hand slapped over your mouth on its own accord. "That's not what you were talking about, was it?" You whispered around your hand in shock. Shaking his head, he continued to stare at you. "Well, what were you talking about?" You blushed at your mistake.
"Y-your oral fixation…" He whispered. You stared at him, shocked. You could feel your face heating up at his correct, yet embarrassing, assumption. Before you could say anything, you both heard the front door slam forcefully and very heavy footsteps go into Mello's room.
Not even a minute later, you hear a very angry growl, "Matt! [y/n]! Who the FUCK touched my chocolate?"