This is my second fic and I don't think that it's good. I love writing so I just wrote it anyway. It's kinda short.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Death Note.

Near almost dropped the phone. Well, almost. When the eighteen-year-old heard the too-familiar-blonde's voice on the other end, he thought that he'd been working too much or had swallowed a piece of puzzle. The albino couldn't believe in his mind. Mello's still ALIVE, and so was Matt. The redhead had tried to interrupt the two rivals conversation. How did the chocoholic and the gamer survive? Well, that was a very long story and we won't talk about it, for now.

Anyway, it was a few day after Mello's first call. There was snow, a lot, and it was awfully cold out there. Near was sitting in the middle of his room in the SPK's Headquarters, playing with his action figures. The white-haired boy was all alone and bored as hell.

Ring! Ring!

His phone rang. Near sighed. Another case, he thought. Slowly, he picked up the phone...

"Hello?"

"Hey Snowflake!" Said a certain blonde. Near sighed again, but this time in relief. At least it wasn't a case.

"Mello..." Near acknowledged the older male, monotonous like usual. Also, he could hear the sound of Mario's theme song.

"Hi Near!" Yep, it's Matt.

"Hello Matt."

"What are you doing?" The chocoholic asked Near.

"Having a conversation with you."

"Right Mr. Obvious." Mello sneered. "Anyway, wanna go skiing? I'm pretty sure that you've never go skiing before, since you were an anti-social." Near could guarantee that the blonde was smirking.

"Why would you invite me? If I have no mistake, I believe that Mello doesn't enjoy my company." The albino replied.

"Umh..."

"Told you he won't go." (Beep beep beep).

"Shut the fuck up, Matt!" The blonde warned, but that didn't stop his best friend from babbling.

"Ooooh, our infamous Mello is speechless like a little lovestruck bo- OUCH! YOU BITCH, WHY DID YOU DO THAT? IT'S HURT AS FUCK!" Matt shouted.

"That's for your dirty mouth. So Sheep, you coming?" Mello questioned the white-clad boy again.

"No, Mello."

"Why?"

"Because like you said: I'm an anti-social." Near retorted in monotone.

"Oh man! Burn!" The gamer laughed, hard.

CRASH!

The albino could hear the broken sound of the electronic device. Poor Matty.

"NOOOOOOO! ANNIE, MY LOVE! HOW COULD YOU BREAK HER, DUDE?" The redhead yelled painfully.

"Come on Near. Just go, please?" Mello pleaded, paid no attention to the gamer.

"No." Near sighed for the the third time in the day. He really didn't want to go. Society, outdoor activities, the crowd,... those things made him uncomfortable.

"Again, why?"

"I don't know how to ski." The white-haired boy admitted.

"No problem. I can show you. Finally I can be the teacher, and you the student. Ironic, right, Mr. Number One?" The chocoholic snickered.

"I'm not interested, okay? Why don't you and Matt just go without me?"

"Too late, twit." Mello chuckled. Okay, now Near was really scared. He hated when Mello chuckled like that. Near had a bad feeling about this.

"What do you mean 'too l-" And right at that moment, the door bursted open, revealed a mischievous blonde and a miserable redhead, who was 'embracing' a broken PSP, standing behind him.

"Great..." The white-haired boy murmured.

You're cruel, life.

A/N: first chapter. So what do you think. Love or hate? Please review!