"I don't get why you like these things." Declared Reva as she glaring at the DS; "Their repetitive."
"Then why won't you give it back?" asked Matt. It was a cool September afternoon in Winchester, England as they sat on a bench on the edge of the Wammy's House courtyard. The other inhabitants were playing a ball game, or hop-scotch, or some other game. Reva guessed what the others said was true; The Top 5 really must be anti-social. She had never really associated with the others, and neither had Matt, Mello, Near, or Zeph. Of course, they were the only ones around their age in the orphanage.
"Because their addicting too…" She trailed off as she jumped a mushroom. "Why are there always mushrooms? No one likes mushrooms!"
"No, you don't like mushrooms." Corrected Matt, pulling his DS out of her hand, and erasing her horrible attempt at playing.
"Their disgusting! Who wants to eat fungus?" She pouted, and slumped against the cold stone wall.
"Whatever you say…" Matt switched out games, "Mello contacted me." He never said how Mello contacted him over the past few years, but that didn't change the fact that he did.
"Cool. What's he up to now?"
"App-"He stopped and leaned closer. "Let's go to my room and talk about it."
"Okay." She hopped up and started to the door with Matt trailing behind. They quickly walked to his room, where Reva proceeded to flop herself down on his bed. "So, what's the Chocoholic up to now?"
"He's in America."
"Cool. Bet he's loving that."
"He's actually being productive." She snorted, and then motioned for Matt to continue. "He's recruiting the Mafia to work for him."
"How does Mello get the Mafia to work for him? He's Mello." Matt shrugged, and set his game down before grabbing a pack of cigarettes. "Haven't I told you not to do that?"
"What're you gonna do about it?" She got up and walked closer. She stuck her hand out to pull the cig form his lips, but he grabbed her wrist. "Too slow." She quickly twisted her wrist, and grabbed both of his. Then she stood on her toes, and bit down on the unlit tip of the cigarette, then pulled it out of his mouth before spitting it on the ground.
"That's what I'm gonna do!" Then she kissed his lips. "Don't do that in front of me." She let go of his wrist and sat back down on his bed. Matt sighed, and sat next to her.
"I was thinking, we'll both be 18 soon. Why don't we head out?" asked Matt.
"What do you mean?" She rolled over, and throws her arm over his lap.
"Mello asked if I could come and help him out. I was thinking of going, and I thought you'd want to too."
"Sounds fun, I hear America is awesome!"
"Mello went on and on about the Chocolate," Sighed Matt.
"Mmm, Chocolate."
"You just want to steal someone else's food."
"Food is better that way!"
"Whatever you say."
"Blah!" She stuck out her tongue. "We will we leave?"
"As soon as we can get tickets."
