So this is chapter 2. It has The Sims 2 in it and just giving you a warning for a flashback near the beginning of this chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I actually owned Death Note, trust me, Matt would so get more time in the anime and manga.

Edit: Just fixing spelling, grammar, and a few sentences to have it make more sense.

Well, it's now Christmas Eve and things are still awkward between me and Matt. The first few nights as my new roommate, Matt couldn't even look at me. But, we did talk at least. Also, the first few nights he seemed as if he hadn't slept and it was obvious that he hadn't. In one of our conversations he asked about my…cutting. It was awkward but, he felt it was needed. He asked some of the basic questions.

--flashback--

"Why do you do it?"

"It makes me feel better"

"How?"

"Well, I don't really know. Maybe it helps me focus."

"Focus? How?"

"Um, well, less like focus, more like it distracts me."

"How does it distract you?"

"The physical pain distracts me from the mental torment I continue to go through day to day."

"Do you know what I don't like, Mel?"

"What?"

"What I don't like is the possibility of people finding out about this and them calling you things like 'emo' or 'attention-seeker.'"

"It's not your problem so, don't worry about it."

"It's become my problem!"

"Then I guess it was a mistake trusting you then!"

"Mel, don't say that. I'm just worried about you."

"I'm surprised you would be considering what I did."

"What do you m—oh, that."

"Yea…screw this I'm getting a chocolate bar. See ya later. "

--flashback--

I'm lying on my back in my bed, just pondering about the girl who sent the letter and about other things.

It certainly looked like girl writing and girl wording. And only girls sent me notes like this. Notes from other boys were usually:

"You're a bitch and I hate you. Meet me in the games room after classes. Don't wuss out and be a girl

From,

'Guy with the whale face'

P.S.—Thanks for that nickname"

But, in the letter nothing really gives it away as a girl who wrote this. No flowery or heart print paper, just a plain paper with a small hand-drawn skull-and-crossbones. So, with that, I can eliminate (A/N: sakujo!) all the girly-girls and any girl that has sent me a letter before. Ok, so with that, my choices are down to 5. Heh, easy.

As I kept thinking, Matt walked in. He immediately averted his eyes when I looked at him. He sat down on his bed and pulled out his gameboy. Then started to pound away at the keys.

A while later he paused his game and actually looked at me for the first time in about 10 days.

"Mel?"

"Yea?"

"D-do you really have feelings for me?"

Sort of taken aback by his very direct question, I stall so I can come up with a witty answer.

"Well, you are my best friend, Matt."

"No, I mean do you have the same feeling for me as you would a girl you like?"

"No."

"Then why the hell did you kiss me?!" was Matt's reply as he raised his voice.

"I've been thinking and I've realized that I don't really have any girl that I've ever liked nor do I think I'd be able to have an actual relationship with a girl."

Matt looked at me a little bit confused as to what I had meant.

"Let…me…tell...you...so...you...can...understand." I say slowly, implying that he's retarded.

"Just fucking tell me, Mel" he said a bit angered as he threw a pencil from his desk at me.

"Well, I think I'm gay"

"No, really?" he replies sarcastically.

I grab the pencil he had thrown at me, and threw it back at him, "Oh, shut up."

"But, anyways, Mel, I think—well…it's great that you like me but, I'm not like that. I'm sorry"

Instead of doing the usual and telling Matt to get me my chocolate bar, I reach over to my bedside table and grab a chocolate bar off of it; then respond contently, "Sorry? For what?"

"Nothing, it's just that you must be disappointed, right?"

"Yea, But I know you're not like that so, what am I supposed to expect?"

"Right, right."

Matt then leaned over the edge of his bed, digging for something under his bed. I wonder what.

A moment later, he was propped up against the headboard of his bed with his laptop on his lap. He flicked the top open and swiftly turned it on. I'm looking—make that staring— at Matt, curious as to what he's doing. He clicked on something and turned the screen to me saying, "Wanna make a game?"

"Uh, sure. What is it?"

Just then a screen popped up that said "The Sims 2." I've heard of this game before and it actually seems quite interesting. Matt got up from his bed and walked over to mine, putting the laptop on it. I roll onto my stomach and look up at Matt, "What do I do?"

Matt sat down on the edge of my bed and started to explain everything I needed to know. He also left a game guide to explain anything else.

"Well, you're all set up. I'll be back before dinner."

"With permission?"

"What?"

"Are you leaving Wammy's with permission?"

"Who said I was leaving."

I cast Matt a serious glance, "Come on, even I know you can't just walk around, say hi to random people, and be content doing nothing. As a matter of fact, I'll make that your Sim's personality."

"Ok, you got me. And yes, I'm leaving with permission."

"See you then."

As Matt was about to leave, he poked his head back into the room and said, "Oh, and Mel?"

"Hmm?"

"Please promise you won't do anything stupid when I'm gone. Please?"

"Yea, I promise."

Right after he left I realize what he meant by "anything stupid." My cutting. Geez, sometimes he's such a freakin' worry-wart. But, he does care, that makes it better.

For my Sims game I created Matt and myself. No way in hell I am making Near and I couldn't find L's hair. So, just us. Not long later, I figured out by accident, that you could make the Sims gay. Yea, it was a bit awkward but, I could let some of my feelings for him out in this game. After only what seems like minutes, I had Sim-Matt and Sim-Mello doing the "woohoo" action.

But, I had to stop and think: what if Matt played this game? Would he freak? Probably not. Would he not look at me for another week? Probably. But, I change my mind. So what if he played it, that's his fucking problem if he can't accept me.

A few Sim-days passed and my Sim was severely depressed and Sim-Matt was not-so-surprisingly playing video games.

"Wow, how much more accurate can this game get?" I mumble to myself.

Then a few more Sim-days passed and Sim-Matt had proposed to Sim-Mello. Mello gladly accepted and was not depressed anymore. Sim-Matt and Mello had also adopted a little baby. My Sim was holding her when the real Matt walked through the door.

Matt saw my Sim holding the baby and immediately said, "So, who's the lucky mother?"

I didn't notice him until now and I nervously save and quit while saying, "Um, no one. I'm sorta tired of this game; so, here."

Matt took the laptop I offered him and set it back to its original spot, under his bed.

I look at the clock on my bedside table as Matt started his game on his gameboy.

"Shit! It's dinner-time." I exclaim jumping out of my bed. I grab Matt by his stripped sleeve and pull him out of the room, making him drop his gameboy.

"Hey, Mel!" he complains.

"Shut up, we're going to dinner."

Matt's pace evens out with my own but, I'm still grasping the bottom of his sleeve. Matt either didn't mind or didn't notice because he did nothing in protest.

When we got to the dining hall, there weren't very many seats left. There's a pair of window seats and Matt loves window seats. Seeing this Matt takes my hand and runs to the table in fear of it being taken.

We come to a stop at the table and Matt releases my hand. I turn away from him to hide my slight blush.

"Hey, Mel, you think you can stay here while I get my food first?"

I sit down at the table, meaning that I'll stay.

I rest my chin on my palm and stare out the window. I look at a group of people when they pass by. Some girl from the crowd just said, "Hey, Mello-kun." The group walks of and I look at her closely. Holy shit! She has that bracelet! Missy likes me!?

Missy, by the way, is another rival that I have. But, obviously not as big of a rival as Near is. The only real competition I have with her is in P.E. class. I strive to get a better mile time than her, do more push-ups than her, get more goals than her, and this list goes on.

Come to think of it, Near does nothing more than stay in the sidelines at P.E. He does nothing but still gets better grades than me! How fucked up is that!

Missy is just as competitive as me but, unlike me, she's a good loser. I can't believe she likes me. Damn it! I just remembered...Matt likes her. Shit!

So let's see, Missy likes me; I like Matt; Matt likes Missy. How is this going to work out? Oh yea, that's right, it's not. I have a feeling something bad might happen.

There's only one way to solve this problem; Keep Missy Away From Me/(Mello) At All Costs. The K.M.A.F.M.A.A.C. plan commences now!

"Hey, Mel...Mello!"

I come out of my daze and Matt's standing there. "Oh, sorry. I'm just sorta out of it."

"Well then, here," Matt says as he pulls out a chocolate bar, "I bet you haven't had one in hours."

I hastily rip it out of his hand, "Fuck yea, chocolate!"

"Heh, ok Mel, you can get your food now."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then take some of my food. I'm not going to let you pass up dinner."

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Yea right, you're always hungry"

"Apparently I'm not." But, just to prove Matt right, my stomach growls.

"Mel, you're obviously hungry, so why won't you eat?"

"Because I don't feel hungry, my body may say otherwise, but I don't feel hungry."

"But, you still have to eat even if you don't feel like, Mel."

"No."

"What?"

"I fucking said no, are you deaf!" I raise my voice and hit the table with my hands.

"Mel, you have to eat or you'll just get worse."

"What if I don't care?" I practically yell back.

"What would make you care?" Matt says back quietly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe if someone actually remembered my fucking birthday!"

"I'm so sorry, Mel." Matt almost whispers back. Great now he's withdrawing. Damn it, I wish he didn't worry about me so much. "You should be!"

"I ordered your present but the damned post office lost it and I had to order another one. It should be here by Christmas".

"What? Really?" So he did remember.

"Yea and also an anonymous person wanted me to tell you they have a great present to make up for missing your birthday and for Christmas."

"Do you know this anonymous person?"

"Yes."

"Would this person be Missy?"

Will things grow between Mello and Matt? Where did Matt go off to? Will Matt find Mello's Sims game? Will the K.M.A.F.M.A.A.C. plan work? What is Matt's gift? Is this anonymous person Missy?

Find out next time ooooon………Wammy Days!

HAHA I'm a bitch for doing a cliffhanger aren't I? Even though to me it seems like a very small cliff hanger. I hate cliffhangers myself and I have no clue why I did one. Well for the sake of the readers I will do my best to update before Friday.

Please R&R and thanks for reading!