This was founded completely in boredom…and in fascination with the ink pens in the art room…The paper this was written on is a mess, so I'm just typing it up. My friend who is a Mello cosplayer and I are planning to continue this *yay* so more Matt and Mello fun.
We're not yaoi shippers, so if you're looking for that, you're not going to find it here.
Chapter 1
"Hey." The blond attempted to ignore his goggled companion. "Psst! Mello! Dude, look up, I wanna show you something."
"No, Matt!" Mello hissed out of the corner of his mouth
"Gentlemen, is there a problem?" the lecturer asked, annoyed he had been interrupted.
Mentally, Mello moaned. "No sir," he said through clenched teeth.
The lecturer continued, and Mello focused again on his notes, agitated and concentrating intently…until he felt something hit the side of his head. Slowly, he turned his head to Matt. The other teen made motions to the paper he had just thrown. Watching his hands for a few moments in an attempt to discern what the hell he was trying to say, Mello rolled his eyes and simply picked the paper up, unfolded it, and read,
Matt: Matt WUZ HERE
…You have got to be kidding me. Mello was beyond annoyed now. He had to focus, he had to beat Near at this next test, and listening to this lecturer was the best he could do. And yet Matt wanted to pass notes?
The blond sighed and quickly scribbled in response,
Mello: He got eaten.
Tossing it back to the brunette, he turned back to the class before the paper hit him again.
Matt: Then murdered Mello.
He wants to play it that way, huh. You see, dear reader, Mello had a problem; a problem Matt was all too aware of. Mello was extremely competitive.
Not one to be duped, he quickly became absorbed in his paper conversation.
Mello: Lies, Mello kan't-
Matt: Mello can't spell.
Mello: Shut up Matt.
Matt: You love me.
Mello: Can't prove it.
Matt: Can too. Photographic proof :3
Mello: Yaoi doesn't count here there is NOTHING like that between us
Matt: Or is it (NOT)
Mello: Was gonna say…
Matt: This proves nothing.
Mello: …Wha?
Matt: ….I'm no longer sure…
Mello: You're also dead.
Matt: Well you've got ink on your nose.
Mello: …Yea well you ate some.
Matt: All cuz of your BBQ chips.
Mello: Not my fault you're an addict.
Matt: Yes it is.
Mello: I'm not an addict.
Matt: Chocoholic much?
Mello: Better than chips.
Matt: …
"Class dismissed."
Mello couldn't move; the lecture couldn't possibly be over already…right? RIGHT?
"Haha, sweet," Matt stood. "Seeya later, Mello; I'm gonna go back to my cave."
Alone in the room, Mello laid his head down on his desk. He then proceeded to scream and kick over said desk.
Notes.