I always felt the need to be perfect. To me, no one mattered unless they were at the top, unless they were the very best. To me, we were all just machines. We didn't think, we didn't feel. We only served our purpose.

That was what I used to think, anyway. Looking back, I was a lot like Near in those days. Logical and unfeeling. I was screwed up. But, that's probably because I grew up in a place where you were only noticed if you were the best...not the best environment for a young kid.

Then...I met Matt. I hadn't noticed him before because...like I said...if you weren't my rival, you were nothing in my eyes. Well, every year we got new roommates. We normally got to chose who we lived with but since I didn't have any friends...I was always just put with a random kid.

That's how I met Matt. He was a 'problem' child. He was antisocial and preferred games to real life people. Anyway, the first thing that bothered me about him was...he was a slob. I was obsessed with perfection. I did not do mess. So...imagine me, an 10 year old with minor OCD, moving in with Matt, an 11 year old who dropped everything at his ass. Yeah, not exactly a match made in heaven.

Our first conversation went like this;
Me: This place is disgusting. Matt: ... Me: Hey. Are you listening? Matt: ...
Me: Stop playing your game and listen to me! Matt ...why? You're not saying anything interesting.

After that, I decided to take action. I started putting his stuff away. After awhile he interrupted me.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked, looking up from his game. "Cleaning up your mess." I answered. "But it wasn't a mess. I knew where everything was. I had a system." He protested. "You have pizza on the floor!" I shouted. "Yeah...so what? Maybe I was saving it for later?" "IT WAS GREEN!"
"...stop touching my stuff." He replied, turning his attention back to his game.

This was my personal hell. I mean, I had never dealt with someone so unreasonable. I went to the other side of the room and unpacked my things, ignoring my new room mate.

"Hey. Who are you anyway?" Matt asked, not turning his attention from his game. "Mello." I said, glaring at the boy. "I'm Matt." He told me. "I don't care." I snapped. "Well, that really hurts my feelings, Princess." Matt laughed.
"What did you just call me?! " I shouted.
" Princess. You know, spoilt, prissy and rude? Plus...you look like a girl." He informed me. "I do not!" I cried.

I realized that all I've done since I met this boy was shout. I was surprised because...I didn't normally get worked up about people. But...there was something about this boy, that made me want to punch a wall.

"I'm going to bed." I told him, turning over on my bed. "It's only seven." He replied. "I know. I have to get up early. I have to wash, study and get to class on time." I said. "You're weird. I don't sleep till ten." Matt informed me. "No wonder you're dumb." I muttered. "At least I don't look like a girl." He sniggered. "I DON'T LOOK LIKE A GIRL!" I shouted. "Whatever. Princess." He sneered. In the end...I stayed up till midnight arguing with him. Then...he reset my alarm clock to go off at 8 am, I was late for class...and I had never hated someone as much as I hated Matt.

A/N: So...just a random idea. Hope you guys liked it! I do love me some Matt x Mello.