I Miss You Matthew Johnson

Chapter 6

"Happy Birthday too you, happy birthday too you, Happy birthday Near and Mello, Happy birthday to you!" 

The singing woke Me up, but I just rolled over and pulled my covers back up. I never liked Birthdays'. My  parents never gave me what I wanted so I always ended up just giving them to Near. His parents never seemed to car either. 

"Oh come on Mello it's your birthday!" His father Clark announced like I didn't already know that. 

"Near can you tell me how old you and Mello are going to be?" My mother Teresa asked Near.

"Umm, six right?" Near answered correctly. 

"Look at my smart intelligent little boy." Our mother said hugging Near. 

"Why don't you come and eat some breakfast, we made your favorites."

"Cake?" L asked peeking his head into Near's and I's room. 

"We can have cake later L, right now its breakfast time." Our dad responded.

"We could always have cake for all are meals." L suggested.

"You would become fat and then the which who lives in the ginger bread house will come and eat you!" Mother joked.

"I find that you burn calories when you use your brain." L replied. 

Mother and father just laughed. 

"So what's for breakfast? You said it was are favorite?" Near asked, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"You'll have to go and look." They replied in unison.

Are they really going to give me chocolate bars for breakfast? I wondered as I walked downstairs.

There sitting on the table was a spread if pancakes and bacon. It looked yummy, but I could find no chocolate. Maybe they hid it under the table. 

"Mello sweet heart. what in the world are you looking for." Father asked.

"Breakfast." I answered confused. They said are favorite and mine is chocolate, but I cant find any. "Where is the chocolate at?" 

"Stop being a joke-ster. I know you see the pancakes on the table." Mother replied with a smile.

"Pancakes?" I questioned.

"Did some one say cakes?" Asked L coming from the bathroom.

"So there is no chocolate?" I asked, they promised are favorite.

'No Mello, we made pancakes! I mean it is Near's, L's, and your favorite breakfast." My dad responded.

"I don't like food. I like chocolate." I responded.

"Oh don't be picky and eat your breakfast so we can open presents." Mother said. 

I ate one pancake. It wasn't even chocolate chip. People are so cruel. 

"Mom," Near started, "Can we open presents now." 

"Sure thing sweet heart."

We moved to the living room were a pile of presents sat on a table. 

"Here Mello since your oldest you go first." Dad said smiling at me. 

"I quickly ran and found the present with my name on it. Maybe there was chocolate in it. I found the medium size box and quickly dug into the rapping paper. Underneath all the paper that said happy birthday was a box. I opened it to find...

clothes.

Not even my favorite color clothes either.

"We noticed that some of your clothes were to short for you so we got you some new clothes! I hope you like them, Near helped pick them out!" My mother said with the biggest grin on her face.

That explains why the shirts where mostly white."

"Thank you." I said. 

I was polite, but I didn't smile. I wasn't happy with the gift, it wasn't what I wanted. Not at all. How many times did they ask what I wanted? Thousands! And every time I would reply with the same answer. 

Just some chocolate.

I let out a sigh before I watched my twin open up his present. He got a new toy robot for his collection. He was happy with his gift.  

"Hey mom can we go and play with are toys now?" Near asked, rubbing a piece of his white hair. 

"Sure sweet heart, that would be fine." 

All of us left to do are own things. I made my way to the room I shared with Near. He was really getting on my nerves. Why did my parents favor him? I don't understand. Maybe its because I don't look like them. I climbed on my bed and tried to think of ways I could get my parents to like me. Ni ideas came to mind. 

"Hey Mello."

"What do you want Near." It came out ruder then I meant it to. I looked over to see Near's head was facing the ground. It wasn't his fault he was the favorite. He didn't choose to be. 

"Sorry, what do you want Near." This time I made my voice soften, even though I was still mad at him.

"I know the clothes aren't what you wanted for your birthday, so I, umm, so I made mommy and daddy by these for me so I could give them to you." He explained quietly. 

I looked to see he was holding about twelve king size chocolate bars.

"Oh, wow thanks Near." I said as I took them from him. 

"Your welcome." He was still looking at the ground. 

"Here do you want these? I'll never wear them any ways." I said as I pointed to the box of new clothes. 

"Really?" He asked in shock.

"Yes really. Here." I passed him the box. 

"Oh wow thanks Mello! I love you Marshmello!"

"I love you too, N."