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Bleep bleep bleep

I stirred in my bed, moaning at whatever had ruined my sleep.

Bleep bleep bleep bleep bleep

I groaned and pull the pillow over my ears in hope to drown out the annoying sounds.

Bleep bleep bleep blee-

I sprang up from my sleeping position and threw my pillow at the cause of the racket. My head span from the sudden movement and my eyes stung from the morning sunlight that was glairing through the window.

I looked down to see Matt sprawled out on the lime green carpet, game controller at his feet and the words 'GAME OVER' written across the TV screen. He sat up, rubbing his temple, an annoyed look covered his perfect features.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, his tone was angry as he threw the pillow back at me.

I caught it and replied, "You woke me up."

He huffed and picked up the controller to start a new game. That was when in noticed he was only wearing pyjama bottoms. And, I must say, he looked...

"Snap out of it!" I whispered to myself, mentally slapping myself.

"Huh?" matt was looking at me questioningly.

"Oh, nothing." I said quickly before he could notice the blush on my cheeks.

He just shrugged and continued his game of whatever it was. I pushed the rest of the sheets off my body, realising I had slept in the clothes Matt had given me yesterday, jumped out of bed and shuffled over to the wash room. I yawned and peered at my reflection in the mirror. I defiantly looked better than yesterday; my blonde hair was no longer wild, my bruises had gone down a lot and the dark rings under my eyes had more or less gone from the good night sleep I had last night.

I smiled at my reflection, something I haven't done in a long time, and stripped down to get ready for the shower.

He was different. And I liked him, that little blonde. I know he didn't speak much but I think we can be great friends. Roger doesn't know about him yet so I'm going to have to speak to him, but I will do anything to make his stay. Just thinking about him now brings a smile to my face.

When I first saw him, sitting there alone with those horrid bruises, I knew I had to help him. I never speak to anyone here, never had and I thought I never would.

I heard the shower running and decided to surprise him with some breakfast. So I got up, careful not to make any noise, and crept out of the room. The hallways were empty, like they usually are at 4:45 in the morning. Yeah, I know it's early but why waste time when you could be playing games?

Carefully as to not wake anyone, I slid down the corridor, into the huge shiny kitchen. The work surfaces were glistening and the floor was squeaky clean, it always was in here.

I strode over to my target, hopping up onto the bench so I could reach the higher cupboards. I swung the doors open to reveal the treasure; cheese sandwiches. I made these a few days ago and hid them here, knowing no one would find them. I didn't care if there were a few days old, it was still food. I grabbed the gold and clambered down again. Just as I was about to leave the wondrous room, I thought about what Mello would want. Sighing, I turned and jogged over to the fridge. I placed the sandwich in my mouth so I could rummage around with both hands. The sandwich tasted so good against my tongue as I licked at the cheese. My stomach growled with impatience so I grabbed the next thing my hands landed on, slammed the door shut and sprinted back to my room.

When I got back, I was out of breath, the sandwich still nestled between my lips. I raised a hand to support it and took a huge bight.

"Matt? What are you doing?" I twisted around, my mouth full of food, a guilty look on my face.

I almost started choking when I realised what Mello was doing. He was in the process of drying himself off; a towel hung from his slim, pale waist. The black shirt I gave him yesterday was in his hands.

I swallowed quickly.

"I was...erm..." I tore my eyes from his body.

"I was getting you-"

"Is that chocolate?" he cut in, his eyes glowed as he stared at the object in my sandwich less hand.

I looked down to find a bar of chocolate, and then quickly looked back at him.

"Uh, yes." I said, offering it to him.

He quickly ran across the room to grasp the sweet treat, then bounced back over to his bed and sat down, ripping the silver wrapper from the defenceless bar.

I stood there, speechless. Not by the fact that he said more than one word, but that he was sitting there wearing only a towel.

My mouth was hanging open, cheese sandwich long forgotten, as I watched the blonde attack the chocolate.

Then there was a knock on the door, snapping me out of my trance. Breaking my gaze from the mysterious boy, I turned to unlock the door to see Roger.

"Matt, have you been in the kitche-"he stopped mid sentence as he spotted Mello.