"Good morning, Mello." The eight-year-old red-head looked at his friend expectantly.
"Mph…mphermenon…" The young blonde rolled over in his bed. "Mmmnon…" he mumbled.
"…Mello?" Matt adjusted his goggles. "Wake up."
"What-time-is-it-two-more-minutes…" He rolled over again.
"Come on, Mello. You have to get up. It's important!" The child looked agitated.
"What the freaking heck is it?" Mello jumped out of his bed suddenly, awake. "Stop it! Go away!"
"But it's important!"
"What in the freaking heck could be so important that you woke me up at freaking six in the morning on a Saturday for?" The blonde said, angry and frustrated.
The red-head was silent for a moment, then held out to Mello a large bar of chocolate. "Happy Birthday, Mello," Matt said. "I used up all of my money to get this for you."
Mello said nothing, just took the bar of chocolate, opened it, and bit into the sweet substance. His eyes opened wide at the taste. "…Th-th-th…" Mello tried to say the words. He really did. But he couldn't; Matt understood and knew that he had never freely expressed his gratitude to anyone before in his lifetime.
"It's okay, Mello." Matt smiled. A little grin lit up his face. "You're welcome."