Marks: This is a product of my absolute stupidity. It wouldn't fit into 'The Mis-Adventures of Mello and Matt' so I made it separate. R&R. This is my first, non-associated with Scars, fanfic. No flames please. Chelon, dudes.

Nights In Limelight
Chapter 1: Let's go!

"Matt, there's something missing." Mello had stated as he paced the general area of our shared apartment and base of operations. "Yeah, potato chips." I replied as he reached for the chips, stomach growling and still playing Tetris DX on my Gameboy with my free hand, only to find that there were none anyway.

The two of us had reunited after about four years apart, Mello had only recently gotten involved in the Los Angeles mafia, and I, whom had all of a month ago been doing hacking jobs for Near and the SPK, cut my ties with them to work side by side with Mells in the Kira Case.

We had been working harder than we had in Whammy's and seriously need to go on Holiday. Mello and I as well were donning dark shadows beneath our eyes to rival that of our predecessor, L. I was far more worried for Mello who obviously didn't get any sleep at all anymore; it had made him far more irritable than usual. I wasn't affected as badly, just a little tired, that's all.

"Be serious, Matt!" Mello replied angrily, crumpling up a stray paper and pegging me with it. I dodged and caught it and uncrumpled it. "Um, Mells, you realize this is the water bill…?" I gulped and hung my goggles around my neck to get a clear look at the numbers… Holy shit, Mello's Hollywood style showers were costing us a bloody fortune.

"And how far is that overdue?" Mello asked, carelessly kicking the fridge shut, chocolate bar in hand. He was running dangerously low on chocolate as well, this could be terrible. "Um, a few weeks… maybe a month…?" I responded dropping the paper on the table and continuing my game.

"We need to get out of the house, Matt~!" Mello started dramatically. "Risks, adventure, romance, alcohol! We're gonna waste away if we stay like this any longer!" I was only half paying attention. He got like this once in a while but nothing ever happened. "And chicks, Mells. Don't forget chicks."

"Yes, Matt! That's what I'm talking about! Some sexy, shirtless, bitches!" He plopped into the other beat up arm chair next to where I'd sprawled my self across the sofa. "And you know where we can find all that and more?" Mello asked slyly as her snapped off a piece of chocolate smirking. "You tell me, Mells." I was still pretty much ignoring him.

He's been out off his fucking nuts lately, doing all sorts of weird shit. He had gone into a deep cleaning spree that he forced me into joining him in and was walking around with a lampshade on his head claiming it a hat. The other stuff he'd done… I rather not review those memories once more; frankly, I've been trying to forget. What this might be leading up to worries me, he was worse than I was when I was off my meds.

"Las Vegas, Matt! You and me!" He jumped up exclaiming dramatically. "We'll hit the slots, get some dames, and wreak havoc across the city!" He smirked victoriously, reseating himself to snap off another chunk of chocolate. "I like where this is going. Let's do it!" I yelled enthusiastically. Of course, the enthusiasm was mainly because I'd just finished the 20th level of Tetris. Shweetness. I'd reach the 180th level by the end of the day as planned.

"Pack your bags, Matty, meh man!" Mello tossed a suitcase at me and rushed off to their room to pack his. I blinked at his back as he run back into our room. Was he serious…? I walked into our room, suitcase rolling behind me. I opened the door; Mello was tearing apart the room, stuffing shit in his bag like mad. I packed enough clothes to last me, my DS, NES, and that was pretty much it… Mello packed the entire house.

"Let's go!" Mello yelled merrily. Yes, merrily. I do not kid you. There was something fucked up about merrily and Mello in the same sentence. I really don't know why, but there was. One things for sure, he was scaring the shit out of me. We got in my car after with difficulty shoving his suitcase in the car. I started up the car revved up the engine and pulled out of the apartment building's parking lot, flicking on the radio.

Instantly my theme song blared from the speakers, causing the red convertible to move to the beat low rider style. Play (Videogames) - Krooked K, that song was amazing. "Come play with me, some PSP, some 360, play that game, gamer…" I sang along a little until Mello proclaimed, "This is shit! How do you listen to this crap!?" and switched it over to some blaring Screamo or Metal. I couldn't tell the difference. He began to head bang, I switched it back. "Pardon all the trash talk but sorry bout your loss, I just scored a touch down using-" He switched it back, snapped off a piece of chocolate giving a death glare. I knew so very well, this would be a long ride to Nevada.

Marks: Yay! Chapter 1 is up! Please R&R!