Hey y'all! So idk if anyone is actually going to read the authors note, but I'm writing it anyways so ha. Anyways, this is my first fanfic, so be nice, but constructive criticism is indeed appreciated.

General Story Info: This is going to be kind of AU, because Kira and Deathnote stuff is not mentioned (probably), but set at Whammy's Orphanage. Matt and Mello are both 16. Matt POV, possibly Mello's in later chapters

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, or death note. Sigh…

Warnings: Shounen-ai. MattxMello. Don't like, don't read. I DON'T write lemons, so don't ask, and the rating is not going above T(and that's just for the swearing). Possibly spoilers for real names, but not in this chapter.

Enjoy :)

I'm gonna start off by telling you something about myself that most people don't know. You know, just to break the ice, or some shit like that. I have a secret habit. In between video game marathons, classes that I actually choose to attend, and listening to my hot, leather toting, chocolate eating, best friend and nothing more, (insert internal sigh here) Mello rant about the latest thing which Near has beat him at, I am actually a writer.

I know what you're thinking; what, bad ass Matt spends his time writing sentimental shit? Ok at least that's what I wish you were thinking, and if you weren't I will sick a chocolate deprived Mello on you. But yes, that is indeed what I do, and I'll be damned if I'm not pretty decent at it. Still, I had always kept it a secret, even from Mello, mostly because I was positive he would never let me live it down if he knew that some of the writing, all right MOST of my writing, was about him. I can't help it, he's such a good subject, and I find myself thinking up lines just by watching him stare absently out the window, which happens a lot, since we share a room. Yeah, I watch him. I'm a creeper like that. Got a problem?

So, every night, after I was sure he was asleep, or at least so focused on his studying he wouldn't notice the absence of noise from our television that usually accompanies my late night gaming, I would sneak my leather-bound notebook out of its ingenious hiding place (the vent above my bed) and write. After a while, the accumulating notebooks began to take up space, so when I got my laptop (a gift from L, I baked him cakes for a month afterwards I was so thankful) I transferred all of my writing to a secret file that no amount of hacking could possible get anyone but me into. I'm just that awesome. Just try to break those damn encriptions. I didn't think so. Naturally, I thought my secret was safe. Until last night.

Soooo yeah, feed back will be greatly appreciated, review even if all you have to say is "meh, that was ok". I'll let you know soon if I decide to stick with it and post more chapters.