Author Commentary; Not much to say. Made from scratch. I'm sorry it goes to all italic after a while and I couldn't fix it _

Summary; Matt goes out to buy more cigarettes and encounters none other than Mello.

Chapter Title; Meeting

Rating; Well this one would probably be Teen but it will get to Mature probably in the next chapter.

Warning(s); Small hint of yaoi

Disclaimer; I don't own Matt or Mello. I also didn't invent chocolate, cigarettes or buses.

It was a cold night, not really that cold in my perspective, but a little chilly.

I bet you were wondering why I was out. Well, I had just gone to the convenience store for more cigarettes. I was flat out--and I couldn't bear that.

I was walking home and starting to get pretty cold. I had some more money, so I took the bus.

As I got on the bus, it seemed the only seat that looked good was next to this one guy with blonde hair. He had muscles and wore leather. He was eating a chocolate bar. I was hungry--it looked really good even though I wasn't very fond of chocolate.

I walked over to the man and spoke up. "May I sit here? Or is it taken." Then I felt a little awkward. Why, I do not know.

He looked up at me from the magazine he was reading. His dark eyes shimmered and he had a piece of chocolate in his mouth. "No, it's not taken, you may sit here if you wish," he replied.

I sat down next to him, and then suddenly said, "What are you reading? Is it interesting?"

Those big dark eyes stared at me again. "I don't really know. I just grabbed it at the store because it had chocolate on the cover." He showed me the cover, biting his chocolate again. He started reading the magazine again.

"Oh, chocolate," I said, not really realizing I was going on, talking some more about chocolate. "You must really like chocolate. I like it, too. Do you have a favorite kind?" I froze. I just lied to him. I didn't care for chocolate very much. Why did I just lie to this guy? And I kind of am getting a stomachache just talking to him…it's strange. He looked at me again.

He took another bite of that chocolate bar, then looked at me a second time. "I just like plain, big, milk-chocolate chocolate bars. Why do you ask?" But then he paused. "Your face is getting really red. Are you okay? And please, may I know your name?"

I just froze up more. "M-Matt."

"Matt, my name is Mello. Nice too meet you."

The bus then came to a stop. Mello stood up so fast I could feel the air coming up with him. "I have to go now. Nice talking too you, Matt!" Then he smiled and I think I was blushing because I was sweating like there was no tomorrow. Then I suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned around in surprise, and once again, big black eyes shimmering. I could tell they were a little startled.

"Why did you stop me--is there a specific reason or did you just want to scare me?" Then those big, beautiful eyes were getting angrier. I had to make a quick cover-up--whether it was the truth or NOT.

I just blurted something out, not thinking. "You seem like a really nice guy--do you want to hang out sometime?"

Mello stared at me and those angry eyes became soothing again. "Why not, it actually sounds like fun."

I took out a piece of paper and wrote my address on it telling him to come over sometime tomorrow. Then Mello said, rather softly, "Is it okay with your parents?"

"I…I don't have parents." I think I might have been tearing up a little bit because Mello sat down next to me and said, "It's okay, Matt. Neither do I." I was a little shocked. What a coincidence.

Neither of us realized the bus started moving again. We didn't even realize until it got to the next stop--which happened to be the one I got off.