A/N: So. I needed an excuse to upload something, and this is a pretty bad excuse. This little fic came from a poll I saw on Atreyl's profile. Maybe I'll rewrite this one day, but for now, please read this mess I wrote in about 4 minutes.
It was a typical Thursday night, Matt was playing Zelda on
the lobby floor, Near was eating legos, and Roger was being as
angsty as ever. Mello sat at the computer and stared at it for a
good 5 minutes, as if trying to use the force to open up internet
explorer. Mello finally clicked on the "E" and typed in the
address. .com. He had heard a few of the
"popular" bitches talking about it, and decided to waste a few
minutes on the site. It loaded for a few moments, and finally a
site appeared.
"Quizzes? Polls? What the hell…" Mello clicked on one of
the tabs. "Polls." He typed in his name… "Who's hotter? Mello
or Light?" Psk! What an obvious answer! He scrolled down
some more. Related searches. Click. People who have searched
for mello have also search for; Near. "Bastards…" Mello
thought. Matt. Click. A screen like the first loaded. "What would
you do if you saw Matt across the street?" Click. Mello studied
the answers. Say hello nicely. Help him cross the street. Molest
him. Push him into the street. Mello looked behind his shoulder.
No Near. He looked again. No Matt. He looked at the door. No
Roger. No popular bitches. Cautiously, Mello clicked on the
third answer. Submit Vote.
"Well…that's an interesting answer…" An amused voice
said slowly. "L! WHAT THE HELL? I-YOU-AND-WHY ARE YOU
HERE??" Mello said, startled. L looked back at Mello. "Well, THAT'S no way to talk to your idol!" "Ur..um..sorry…sir…" Mello mumbled. L laughed
to himself. Mello's eyes narrowed. "We will not speak of this.
Ever." L turned on his heels, his hands in his pockets. "Sure,
whatever you say, Mello." And he stalked out the door.