I got the idea for this from a picture of Matt that I stumbled across. I think this story is short and sweet, and I hope you do to. :D
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note
Characters: Mello, Matt
Genre: Romance/Humor(it's cute funny)
I absolutely hate mornings.
Really I do. It means getting up at the crack of dawn, pulling on my tight leather, wolfing down something for breakfast – usually chocolate – then heading out on my motorcycle towards another day of plotting, stealing, bribing, kidnapping, and killing.
Sounds wonderful, right?
By the way; if anyone answers yes to that I think I'll have to shoot them.
Anyways, mornings suck more than vacuums, and I hate those as it is. I especially hate those moments when you first wake up; you're all disoriented and wanting to go back to sleep, and then you see the time and think, "Fuck, I gotta get up...". You rub your eyes and stare up at the ceiling just wishing that you lived a different life.
I have those moments a lot.
As it is, this morning is already off to a terrific start. I woke up fifteen minutes before I needed to so I've been lazily relaxing in bed, eyes closed, trying to drag the fifteen minutes out as long as possible.
I hear a noise at the door and I crack an eye open.
Matt is standing at the threshold. He's bare-chested, wearing a pair of unbuttoned jeans, and those damn goggles are covering his beautiful green eyes like always. A towel is wrapped around his slim neck, and his hair is still dripping from the shower I heard him take. There's a toothbrush in his mouth and he's holding a steaming cup of, what smells like, hot chocolate.
I sit up as he walks over to sit on the edge of the bed beside my sheet-clad form.
"Good morning sunshine," he murmurs, handing me the hot chocolate and giving me a chaste kiss on the lips.
I give him a sweet smile as I take a sip.
What can I say,
I absolutely love mornings.
It was cute, right?
R&R :)