Disclaimer: I dont own Death Notem BUT I OWN MY STORY :D
I suck at writing anything XD So please forgive me on my crap portryal of Death Note Characters!
Mello: *cough*
SHUT UP YOU
Anyway everyone likes lemony goodness dont they? Well me expecting some MelloxMatt! OMFG YES.
I wont update to frequently. So dont get pissed.
Now, what you clicked this for!
Mello POV.
I sighed.
Another day.
Which meant another day running, hiding, leaving places never to come back again? Yep, right on.
Why did I sigh? Why did I do it? Was I bored? Was I sad? Happy? Just being pointless? To hell I would remember or know. Was it even me?
Pointless conundrums never helped before. I felt as if I had a hangover.
Maybe I did. Maybe I was drugged. Maybe this is all a dream.
I clenched the handle of the ratty chair I was sitting in.
I was going crazy.
Being on the run was never easy. Always in the crappiest of hotels. Sometimes on the street. I should be thankful I was under a roof. But I wasn't, that's who I am. Deal with it.
I delicately picked up a bar of chocolate and went to take a bite. But I stopped. Sighing, I put it down. No way was I going to get any new chocolate any time soon. We were at a stage where we couldn't spend any extra money. Yeah we, me and Matt. Well… that wasn't exactly true; Matt always needed to buy smokes and new batteries for his gaming consoles. Matt is convinced that his 'Needs' Are more important than mine. Selfish bitch he is. I sighed once more.
But seriously what the hell was up with the sighing. Once again I clenched my fists. Out of frustration I stood up and kicked the ratty chair I was sitting in. Stuffing fell out in all directions. A bang sounded when the chair fell to the ground, it rattled the disgusting walls of the room, once maroon but the paint was now peeling off, stains made the room darker.
Stuff it; I wasn't going to pick that chair up.
I rethought that and kicked the chair. One of the legs broke clean off. Stupid puns. Stuff it? All the stuffing that was everywhere. Get it? I groaned inwards. I was starting to sound like one of those wannabe comedians.
Across the room my accomplice Matt looked up from the game boy he was playing. He was smoking again; the bitch had quite an addiction to nicotine. One night on the town I found a DS charger, luckily it fits Matts' pink DS; the charger was plugged into a power point in the wall and connected to the console. Stupid bastard, the extra electricity he was using would add up. We could barely cope with paying for the five laptops we were using for monitoring. Yeah we have five.
"What are you up to now Mello? Seriously calm the fuck down" Matt said in exasperation. This wasn't the first time we… I had broken something in a hotel.
I wasn't about to admit to Matt that I was kicked a chair because of a pun.
Maybe I could? We did have a long history.
Why the fuck was I having this conversation in my mind?
Matt was still looking at me with a questioning look. So I told him what had gone through my mind. At the end of my half-not-quite rant, I gave him a sheepish grin and he just went back to his game. He had never been a people person.
"You need to get out more Mello" He announced, hands flying over the controls of the game.
That came from a pale white guy that pretty much never left to go outside and tried to avoid it as much as possible. He had to plead for me to get him stuff from the shops whenever I could get out.
I seriously question why I ever started hanging around the geek.
Well wasnt that... eventful? -.-
Matt: MELLO CALLED ME A GEEK AND A BITCH AND, I DONT LIKE YOU ANYMORE MELLO T.T
YEAH MELLO!
Mello: *faceplam*
Matt: R&R!
*giggle* Matt said fuck :D
