In the morning, Mello was the first to wake up. He was surprised; his head was in Matt's lap and Matt looked incredibly uncomfortable. So, Mello sat up, gave Matt a weird look, and got off the couch. He stretched first and then wandered into the kitchen. He scratched the back of his head and just stood there for a moment. He should make breakfast.
So, Mello started going through the cupboards and fridge until he got everything that he needed to make pancakes. He mixed everything together in a big bowl, got the stove hot, and started cooking. Mello really didn't mind cooking; he wasn't a chef, but he could cook if he wanted to.
To be honest, Mello didn't even want to. He had no idea why he was making pancakes. It was probably because of the whole, Matt-helping-him-getting-him-a-career-being-a-good-friend thing. Mello rolled his eyes at the thought. Meh. Matt would've done that to any one of his friends.
Come to think of it; did Matt even have other friends?
Mello shook his head and decided not to think about it. He really didn't ******** care. Matt could keep his social-life a secret and Mello cold continue to not care about it. Matt was probably a social-reject anyway. Mello groaned when he realized that he was thinking about it again.
Mello forced himself to think about the pancakes that he was making.
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