Bonus 1: Mat Decorations Shopping

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Grooooaannn. Morning already. I really could care less about decorations. I mean, sure I didn't mind spending the extra time with Mello, but.. decorations?

Well, whatever. I guess it could be fun. So I yawned and pulled myself out of bed, tugging on my pants when.. it hit me. That smell.. My eyes widened.

Mello's cooking.

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Sorry. That pause was me drooling.

Forget my shirt. I wanted food! I dropped my striped shirt onto my bed, coming out of my room (not closet, you jerk) half dressed and sat in my spot at the table with a big grin. French toast.. and toppings.. I could rape this breakfast. (I know, that would be messy but.. but.. it's so good!!! You'd do it too. Come on, admit it.)

Mello peeked at me over his shoulder and chuckled, shaking his head at me. "So hungry you couldn't even bring yourself to put clothes on, Mat?" He asked. Oh, he just left it open so bad.. I had to do it..

"Yeah, totally. I'm not even wearing any pants right now either." MUAHAHA! SUCCESS! He dropped the spatula and whipped his head around to look at me.

"GO PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON!!"

"Chill out!! I was just kidding! Like I'd come out here naked. I mean, I could if you really wanted me to-"

"Shutup, Mat!" HOLY SHIT. FLYING FRENCH TOAST WTF?!?! He threw a piece at me and it got me right in the face. I wiped my face with my hand and popped the french toast into my mouth. MmmmMMMMMmmmMMMmmmmSoooooogoooooood!

Mello shut off the stove and put the dishes in the sink, coming to sit at the table with me. He brought over a plate stocked with french toast.

Now.. there's something you have to understand about Mello. You may have already picked up on this from my previous writings, but in case you haven't.. my blond is addicted to chocolate. I mean ADDICTED. It is possible to get addicted to it, you know. It contains caffiene, and caffiene is a drug. So, um. The french toast toppings. The strawberries were normal. Syrup. Butter. Blueberries. ..Bananas.. seemed a bit of a stretch to me, but Mello seemed to like it a lot. I gave it a shot, and it was actually pretty good.

But the topping that made me shake my head. Mello had chopped up one of his bars into little chocolate chunks. Yeah, I shit you not. Bananas, chocolate chunks, and strawberries. His topping of choice. Was he fucking crazy? (Yes.) I was waiting to see him dump a bunch of sugar onto his plate.

Well.. he didn't do that, but he did pretty much cover the bananas and strawberries in chocolate. And then he muttered a curse to himself, got up, went to a cabinet and extracted chocolate syrup.

Well... That's my Mello. Just looking at his plate was giving me a stomach ache. I shook my head and ate my food.

After breakfast, we climbed into my car to head out for the decorations shopping. I had no idea what kinds of decorations he was thinking of, only that it better not involve any stupid little singing snowmen or Santas. I'd take his gun and shoot them, so help me.

"So... where to, Miss Daisy?" I asked, receiving a whack on the head. Probably for referring to him as a woman. Never fails. (Mello = Sensitivity +10).

"Hmmm... Let's try the Mall. They usually have a Christmas Outlet of some sort open around this time of year."

The Mall? "Isn't there some outlet building that overstocks with Christmas shit?"

He thought for a moment. "Yeah, I think I know the one you're talking about.. I just can't remember where it is.."

I smirked. "I drive by it a lot. Let's go check it out." He nodded and I started up the Matmobile. (..... Shut up.)

It didn't take too long to get to the outlet building. There weren't too many people in there, but it was still a good amount of cars in the parking lot. I found a spot and pulled in, shutting off my car and locking it after we'd climbed out.

Mello's eyes were wide. "Holy fuck.. this place is huge, Mat. Is it ALL Christmas stuff?"

I shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. I said I drive by it a lot, not that I hang out here after school. It doesn't look like a place that would have an arcade..."

Mello rolled his eyes and.. grabbed my hand? Well, I wasn't going to mention how awkward that looked, but it was certainly hard to hide my smirk. Even if he wouldn't go for a guy (especially one like me, cuz.. let's be real here, I'm not exactly special.) (Don't "Aww, Mat," me, I heard that.) -Anyway, even if he wouldn't do that, I'd be happy if he'd just hold my hand like this every once in a while.

I was too preoccupied in my thoughts to notice when we'd entered the store until that pinecone wreath scent hit me.. You know the ones.. they smell like cinnamon and spices. Yeah. The place reeked of it. (I guess "reeked" isn't the right word, it was a nice smell..)

We grabbed a carriage and headed up and down a few aisles, scrunching our noses at the singing snowmen and strange looking Santa dolls. He picked up one of the snowmen, looking it over. Was he actually considering it? I put a hand to my mouth, mimicking a walkie-talkie. "Mello.. step away from the snowman. I repeat- Step awaaayyy from the snowman!"

He cast me a look that plainly meant, 'Shutup, you idiot,' and looked back to the snowman. "I think I'm gonna get it."

My eyes widened in horror. "What?!"

"Mhm. Just so I can put it right beside your bed at night to watch you fall out of bed in the morning." He grinned evilly.

My jaw dropped at him. "Fine. Go ahead. See what happens. I'll put bows in your hair while you're sleeping!" Oh, ho. The look on his face went from Highly Amused to Mello Does Not Approve.

"You wouldn't fucking dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I?" I grinned, plucking a shiny red gift bow from a hanging rack of them. The kind with the sticky paper on bottom.

"Mat..." He warned, taking a step back. "So help me, if that shit comes in contact with my hair-"

"What? I die? Please, Mel, spare me the details. I just want to see how you'd look! Come he- hey!" Well! I hadn't expected him to take off running down the aisle! All this over a bow?! "Come back!" I laughed, chasing after him.

"Fuck off, Mat!" He yelled from an aisle or two away. Of course, not caring about what kids might be in the store. Mello. Tsk, tsk.

I walked past the next aisle, glancing down it. No Mello. Next one? No Mello. Next one? No Mel- ... No. Fucking. Way.

Did he honestly think I wouldn't see a fucking Mello-sized 'mannequin'? And where the fuck did he get all that?!

Mello had set himself up in a display, a white blanket cast over himself to blend with the scene... a green tinsel wreath with a red bow atop his golden head as he kept his head low and eyes downcast. Now.. in case you haven't exactly caught on yet, Mello's not exactly an innocent little fucking angel. So to see him pretending to be one? SPARE ME! Seriously?! (He looked like one of those girl angels too, though I couldn't say that aloud for fear of imminent death.)

So what I did was fall on my ass laughing. "YOU?! An angel?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I had to hold myself, trying to catch my breath as Mello tore off the disguise and headed right for me. I was helpless, unable to stop laughing even as I watched him grab and open a tube of wrapping paper.

Wait- wrapping paper?!

"Mel- What the fuck are you doing?!" I breathed out as he sat himself on my stomach. He gave me a smirk before grabbing my vest and yanking me up from the floor. (Woah. Mello in my lap. ...This was better than when we were playing video games!) (AHEM! I mean-) He was actually trying to wrap me in the wrapping paper?! "Mello!"

"What?? I always wanted a puppy for Christmas." He grinned.

"A puppy?!" I squeaked. His eyes widened and he burst out into laughter, dropping the wrapping paper and taking off again. Like I was gonna let him get away with this!

"MELLO!" I growled out, breaking free from the wrapping paper and taking off after the cackling blond. (Who, I'm pretty sure, has lost his mind. Maybe he's high off the pinecone wreath spices....)