Chapter 1

Woah woah woahhhh! First chapter :] woot! Anyways, I switch from POVs because I'd hate to be only Matt or Mello.

Oh and I made Matt a little more bubbly and random than Mello. Mello is actually really sincere when it's his POV. Just in case it's confusing xD sorry!

Anyway! Enjoy! :D

And please note, I'm NOT happy with this chapter. I will probably re-write it when I have time :3 In the mean time bear with the slow updates and dumb writing. I PROMISE I will re-write this.

^^ Thank you! 3

Matt

I moved to America in hopes of finding my Mello. I've been here for what… three months and nothing. I've been searching for him under every name and face, but nothing has turned up. I actually feel like giving up on the blonde beauty. I've decided that he will be the death of me if he keeps this up. I miss him and I hope I'm not too late. It would suck to die without telling him my feelings, even if he rejects me. I wonder what's become of him. I wonder that a lot. He left Wammy's so quickly and so silently that nobody had noticed. I hope to fucking Zelda that he didn't end up on the streets somewhere in New York or something as a prostitute. But… that would kind of be hot. Haha, okay… that was fucked up. I need to stop thinking these thoughts.

Either way, I think I'll leave it up to the computer to find him. I'm sadly not having any luck at all. The Russian blonde boy wearing black leather with a face like an angel's. Okay that's like… nobody in the USA. Plus I'm starting to think he came here illegally. Kira's a fucking bitch. He practically ruined my love life.

I pulled my goggles off my face and threw them on the floor far away from me. Somehow my eyes started to water. Fuck, why am I crying? I let myself lay on the cold floor and stared at the ceiling. Great… I was feeling a little lonely.

December 14th 1996.

Matt!" Mello shouted looking down at me. "Matt what are you doing? It's Christmas!"

I laughed and looked up from my Game Boy. "I don't believe," I muttered.

Mello frowned and crouched down so he could look at me better. "You don't believe in presents and love?" he asked innocently.

"I don't believe in Santa," I said simply.

Mello didn't like my answer because he grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Shut up, you're coming with me. Just cause you don't believe in God doesn't mean you can't join us for Christmas," he laughed smiling at me with huge blue eyes.

I stared at him for a good three seconds before shrugging. "Sure," I said smiling slightly.

He punched me in the arm. Hard. "Laugh!" he demanded.

"Ow… that hurt Mello!" I snapped.

"I so didn't hit hard," Mello said giggling.

It was the first time that I had ever felt loved and it only got better after that. Mello cared and maybe it's because I was his only friend, but it was still love. He probably wasn't gay though and probably looked at it from a friend's point of view. Ugh, I need to stop thinking so fucking negative. I'm turning into an emo kid. Not good. Not good at all.

I suddenly turned to look at my laptop as an annoying beeping had pulled me out of dream world. I got up and looked at the picture twice. Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit! There it was. The face of the most perfect human in the world. The troubled boy I knew. The dark and gruesome blonde. Holy fuck! It's Mello.

"Mello… I found you," I muttered to myself.

I couldn't believe the words that I had said either. Why the hell am I in New York?! He's in fucking California! I need a plane. Now. This second… but… what am I going to do? Knock on his door? Fuck that's creepy. Nice going geek Matt. I built up a nice world of me and him and I now realized… it wouldn't work. Miheal… god. I found you. Ew, I must sound like a creep. Shit, this is so weird. I wonder what he'll say…