A/N: I don't own Death Note, Guitar Hero, all the PS2's in the world, or Denny's. But I really wish I owned Mello!
Mello slammed down on the buttons to the fake guitar while cussing out the 'evil, good-for nothing' PS2. "Mattie, I can't do it!" He whined.
Matt entered the room, called by Mello's ranting. He saw that his boyfriend was on his PS2, and further more, he was on Guitar Hero! "Mello…" He said, and could not finish what he was going to say.
"Oh, happy birthday to you Mattie!" Mello called out. Matt gaped at him in shock.
"Hun…" Matt began, but Mello rudely interrupted him. "Hun! This isn't Denny's, Matt!" He snarled, and started to pull out his gun.
"Don't start with me, Mello. Temper-tantrums don't go well with that leather." He said calmly, taking no heed from the threatening glance Mello was shooting him. "Why are you playing Guitar Hero, anyway? Is it because of my birthday?" He asked, and Mello nodded sourly.
"Yeah…but I can't get past expert!" He whined, and Matt gaped at him.
"Mello! You've like…unlocked all the songs! You could be a professional at this! You could be the guitar hero!" he said excitedly, and Mello's eyes lit up, and his face became animated.
"You mean there are…competitions?" He asked, and Matt gulped, realizing what he had just given himself away to. Endless nights of sleepless nights, that's what.
"Nah, Mello. I was just kidding. Gosh, Mels." He said, and then gulped again. Uh oh. He had just called Mello 'Mels.' Ya know what happened when he had called him that before? He couldn't stand for a week. And judging by the murderous glint in his eye's, he wouldn't be able to stand for a while.
"Mello…! Ahh! It's my birthday! You can't punish me on my birthday!" But his pleads were lost in the…other noises.
A/N #2! I have lost my muse for my Twilight fan fiction. It's on Hold. Sorry to all you guys waiting!