Sorry. This is not a Lemon. I don't post Lemons, I just help create them. This is rated T for strong language, violence, very, VERY minor sexual themes (there isn't even any sex…). MelloNear.
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Mello collapsed onto his bed, with a sigh. He pounded his fists into the bed, which in Wammy's House, was just a mattress on top of wood. Damn it to hell! How could I be so foolish? He brought his hands to his face, making a slapping sound. He stayed in that position for a while, and then he realized he had stolen some chocolate from the kitchen, that he raided last night with Matt.
He took a chunk in his mouth. The bitter-sweet taste filled his mouth. He made a small moan of pleasure as he chewed. The door creaked open loudly and swiftly, making Mello look toward the door, chocolate still sticking out of his closed mouth. Matt. "Hey." Matt said.
"Hey." Mello retorted. "Did you need something?" Chocolate bobbing as he spoke. "Nah Just bored."
"I see."
"You seem pissed."
"… Yeah" He paused before answering, knowing he couldn't hide it from Matt, who knew him front to back. "Near again?"
"No, I'm mad because my shoes are untied. What do you think?" Matt dumbly looked at Mello's shoes to make sure. They were tied. Even though he could sense the sarcasm in his voice, he still felt the need to look.
"What happened?"
"He got a higher GPA then I did." Matt rolled his eyes. What is it with you and beating Near? It's like you're… Obsessed or something."
"…" Mello knew he was a little too focused on beating Near. "Ne- I mean… Do you want to play some video games?" He shook off the urge to say "Near would probably be studding, I need to hit the books."
"Sure!" Matt Smiled innocently.
