Warning: Some language
Disclaimer: I don't own death note or call of duty...go away
A/N- A teen dating/ healthy relationship group had a writing contest and the theme was 'love what's real'. Inspired me for this story.
Mello POV
Matt isn't perfect. If he was perfect he might turn off Call of Duty sometimes, and actually talk to me once in a fucking while. He might say hello when I get home instead of ignoring me. If he were perfect he wouldn't smoke and the whole apartment plus my car, wouldn't have to smell like his ashtray. If he was perfect he wouldn't wear that butt ugly vest and stupid orange goggles, he also might also shower more often. But I don't love him because he's perfect; I love him because he's Matt.
Matt POV
Mello is nowhere near perfect. If he was perfect he wouldn't yell, beat people up or shoot things/people/places so damn much. If he was perfect he would on rare occasions, actually eat something besides chocolate. He wouldn't dress like a male prostitute and he would say 'I love you' instead of making me guess. Mells isn't perfect, but that's not why I love him. I love him because he's Mello and I wouldn't want it any other way.
