Okay. :D

This one's Wammy's era. And it's sort of random...

DISCLAIMER: For the last time, I DON'T OWN THEM.

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Mello had done it again.

Near wasn't in this class, so it was the one in which Mello shined.

The teacher strived to make impossibly difficult questions; ones that would force Mello to have to struggle to answer.

The boy still finished his quizzes before the entire class.

But this was the last straw. Mello'd taken one look at the problem assigned to him, before immediately raising his hand, and walking to the board. "It's 2,456,123,345—" He glanced at the equation, "point…4."

Then the sound of crunching chocolate filled the room.

Foil wrapping was scrunched into a ball, and neatly shot into the trashcan.

"When will I be able to prove it to you?!" The teacher yelled, exasperated, "You can't always be right!

"I don't think I'm always right." Chocolate crunch.

Mello stood, trying to look meek, at the front of the room.

"Well then stop acting so cocky! Some people have to work for things, just because you don't seem to think so, doesn't mean---"

"Mello works for things."

Shock. "Matt. You never participate in class. Please keep the moments in which you do decide to speak, for when I've asked a question."

"Sorry…Sir…but Mello does work, occasionally."

"Don't think that just by standing up for your…friend here, you can get him out of trouble."

"I'm not trying. I'm just pointing out that you're wrong."

The entire class turned to face the red-head, who sighed in annoyance, turning off his PSP.

Gasps abounded.

Mello's eyes were as wide as saucers.

Matt never put down his game.

"For example, he works really hard at licking, which is really hot, you know? Sometimes he nibbles a bit, too. He's really dedicated."

Mello chomped down his chocolate in confusion, Matt was usually really private with this sort of information.

"Please, boy! This class does not need to hear about your...relationship in such explicit detail. Unless you have some appropriate and reasonable physical evidence, I'm going to have to send you to Roger as well."

"Mello didn't do anything but prove you wrong, and you're already planning to send us to the old sap? Fine," Matt smirked, "I think you misunderstood my meaning."

He pulled something out of his pocket.

"I meant, I've never seen anyone work so damn hard to get to the tootsie-roll center of a tootsie pop." Matt grinned, "But if you want us to go, that's fine. I'm bored of this class, and Mello probably wants to eat this."

With that, both boys were out of the room, walking down the empty halls toward their room.

When they reached their door, Matt pecked Mello's cheek and handed him the lollipop.

"Thanks," Mello laughed, as he grabbed the hammer he kept for situations like these, and broke apart the candy exterior, "But honestly, Matty, as if I'd ever work that hard for anything but you."

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No. Sorry. I have NO idea where that came from.

I know, I'm weird... xDDD

Okay. I know people are reading this strange drabble-fic thing that I've created, so please...PLEASE, review. If only to tell me that you're disappointed in my imagination.

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