Edit A/N: I'm finally getting around to editing/rewriting this. I should be editing Babysitting Project, but I think I love this one so much more. BP has just…shot down my inspiration nerves XD.

This whole fic was inspired by thin air, really. The edited version has a bit more dialogue and events, actions, more plot. Basically, a hell of a lot more going on, and an improvement in the basics of grammar. Hopefully XD.

Chapter Theme: Pardon Me by Incubus.

Warnings: Language. The fic will be switching between first and third person.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or Incubus, though sometimes I wish I did .

You know what's a real damn drag? Being nineteen years old with no social life, that's what.

Pathetic, right? Of. Fucking. Course.

And what's worse is even when you have a life, your parents give you an early curfew, and then your friends don't wanna hang out with you because you'll ruin their fun. Well, they might not say that exactly, but that's what they're hinting at.

And as if that's not enough, you get invited to a sweet sixteen by your best friend and it's for his little sister, but you don't want to go because you won't know anyone there. Because if you do, you'll be sitting all alone like a fucking loser and your best friend won't have any time for you because they'll be part of the dance routines, and you'll be alone either way and have to deal with a whole bunch of people from high school that you never really liked to begin with.

Yeah, that's my life right about now, and that's why I'm sitting here, angsting like a fucking freshman because in case you haven't noticed, I have absolutely nothing better to do, so sue me. Honestly, I think I'd rather be at work, conversing with the customers, because I'll never have to see them again, and I won't develop any attachments to them. It'd be fucking simple as making chocolate, which, in actuality, is harder than it looks, so, forget that saying.

On another note, I think I'd also rather be hanging out with my boss. He's a pretty chill guy, y'know; he eats sweets all day and somehow still remains in perfect shape and health. He's also a little cute, on a weird, panda-like level.

At the moment, though, no one has caught my interest. Well, it's not that much of a surprise, because I'm really hard to please. I'm sure you already knew that though, right? Right. I guess that's one of the reasons that I have no social life, but whatever, it's not like it's a big deal to me anyways. You end up too attached to someone, and you get hurt, and then you make stupid mistakes, and you feel stupid and at a loss for what to do. But then people come to you and tell you to either grow up, get over it, or that it's a part of life; that we all make mistakes so you shouldn't be feeling so bad.

Well you know what? Fuck you all. This is why I try to keep myself from building a relationship with people. Except aforementioned best friend, Matt Jeevas.

I damn him to the lowest circle in hell, damn him and his stupid goggles that hide his beautiful, stupid green eyes, and that stupid striped shirt that snugly fits that fine built body, and those stupid denim jeans that look fucking perfect on those stupid strong legs and sit on his stupid hips, and those stupid combat boots that complete the stupid list of how fucking stupidly hot he looks.

Yes, I left that ugly fur vest out, because that thing really is stupid. Matt's not a god, so he can't rock everything he wears. Get over it. But it's not like you'll ever meet him. Matt's mine, bitches, and don't you forget it, or else-

"Mello!"

Goddammit. "What, mom?"

"Can you come help me with dinner, please?"

Mello grumbled unhappily as he closed his laptop and stood up, deciding to just obey his mother and help her in the kitchen. Maybe it would take his mind off of things for a while.

Yeah right. That's wishful fucking thinking. "Coming, mother," and Mello trudged out of his room, fuming silently and praying that his mom would fuck up like last time and burn something before the stove was even on.

Wishful thinking would really be taking on a toll on him tonight.

A/N: So far, is the edited version better? Worse?

Leave me your thoughts, and I shall leave you mini-Matts and mini-Mellos XD.