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Chapter Two: Froot Loops

A/n: Well here's the second chappie! Yay!! This is my new baby! I honestly don't know how long this story is going to be but let's find out! By the way Mello and Matt have to go back to London just because. And Near has to go back to Los Angeles because I said so and because he's an angel.

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Death Note. (I think I puked a little…)

C'mon Mello.

Groan.

Be yellow.

"Mmmm,"

Don't be such a sore fellow.

"Ahhhh!"

Would you like some chocolate Jell-O?

"Shut up Matt! Shut up!!" Mello groaned as he threw half-hearted punched in the air as if that would stop the alarm. He finally opened his eyes and pressed the snooze button on the alarm. It was the alarm Matt gave Mello on his thirteenth birthday. What Mello didn't know was that he already modified the ring tone so that he couldn't change it. But it was the only thing that woke him up in the morning and he wasn't about to throw that away. He warily looked at the clock and shit!!! It was twelve in the noon?!!!

Why didn't Matt wake me up?

Mello hastily threw on some boxers and was about to sprint to the airport (He figured he could put on the clothes in the airplane.) when he noticed a green post-it on the mini refrigerator.

Dear Mels,

By the time you read this I'll probably be in the airport. Haha, you loser, you overslept. See? This is why you're supposed to drink caffeinated coke when you try to stay awake. I know because of practice. You better hurry or I'll fly to London without you!

Your BFF, Matt

Then there was a smiley face in the end that looked like a demented Mario. Mello threw open the door and guess who he ran right into?

"Hello Mello," Near chimed, "how are you this morning?" Near almost looked normal. (As normal as albino geniuses get.) His pajamas were fresh so at least he could take a bath. The only thing that was different was his flushed face and his slightly nasal voice. He busily fingered a lock of hair. When he noticed that Mello was only in his undergarments his blush deepened.

"How am I?" Mello sneered, "I'm late for my plane. You only have to travel across the country. I have to go to London! And I'm late!"

Near looked up. His face was a mixture between confusion and innocence.

"You mean you haven't heard?"

"Heard what?" Mello asked out of pure curiosity.

"The plane has been canceled. There is a storm coming up and the pilots didn't want to take any chances."

Mello was utterly bewildered.

"But the note…"

"GOTCHA!!" Matt leaped up from behind Mello and did the classic 'boo!'

"Shit!" Mello clutched his heart. "Matt, what the hell?"

"You totally fell for that," Matt chuckled, "you should have seen your face!"

Mello grabbed Matt's collar and brought him up real close. "I swear if you try something like that ever again I will kick your ass so hard you'll have to sit on your eyes!"

"Geez Mels chill! It was just a prank. Besides you better you get comfortable."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mello grip slightly loosened.

"The storm is stopping all planes form taking flight for about seven days,"

"So we have to stay here for another week?" Mello hissed.

"What's wrong with that? I think New York is an awesome place,"

Mello released Matt exasperated. He grabbed his cell phone from god knows where and speed dialed the FBI. He paused, which can only mean that the phone was ringing.

"Yes I would like to speak with the chief… NO I WILL NOT FUCKING HOLD! ... Yeah chief there is a problem… I WANT TO GET OUT THE FUCKING STATES! YOU PROMISED THAT ONCE THE CASE WAS SOLVED, WE GET TO GO HOME! I don't care if you're on a budget – No! That's unacceptable! I don't want anymore Swiss chocolate – wait what flavor… Vanilla can go fuck itself and screw you!!!" Mello slapped the cell phone shut and threw it across the hall. It hit the wall and shattered into a gazillion pieces. Mello started panting as if he had just run a marathon.

"Um… ahem." Near cleared his throat. "I shall be going to the lobby restaurant for breakfast. Would any of you care to join me?" He looked at Matt then Mello, then Matt again.

"Sure kid," Matt said, "lead the way. You coming Mels?"

Mello huffed. He stomped back into his hotel room and slammed the door, leaving Matt and Near in the bare corridor.

"I guess that's a no." Matt laughed nervously. "Walk on kiddo."

"What about his cell phone?" Near pointed at the pieces.

"Ah, leave it. This happens all the time. I'll just fix it later," Matt nudged Near on.

(In The Lobby Restaurant)

"Table for two please."

"Yes, right this way."

The restaurants usually weren't very busy at this time even if it was New York. Their hotel was perched in one of the more private nooks of the city and the fact that it was noon on a Saturday didn't help either. Everyone was probably in their homes warm and snug. Anyway, the point being that, there weren't a lot of people in the place. This particular restaurant had a view of the whole city. It was snowing outside and the sun hid behind the cloud lightened up the place as to say 'I haven't deserted you my dear Earth.'

Matt had never been within touching range of Near unless it was for a prank in the good old days. (Mello always got Matt involved with his annoying Near.) So this situation was pretty awkward.

"So white stuff, wa'cha been up to?" Matt said plopping himself on a chair.

Maybe not so awkward.

"Getting sick," Near mumbled.

"Oh. You okay?" Matt sounded sincere.

"I'll survive," Near said, "hopefully."

"Are you taking any medicine? Tylenol, Vicks?"

"I do not own any medicine."

"No shit?" Matt gasped, "You should come by our room. I'll give you some. Good stuff, medicine."

Near sneezed. "I don't know. Mello might get upset."

"Mels? You don't have to worry 'bout him. He's a good guy once you get to know him." Matt flashed a smile. "I don't blame you for not trusting him though. We haven't exactly been nice to you in the Wammy days."

"It's not that I don't trust him," Near started, "it's just that he seems to… dislike me."

"You know, you have a knack for making other people not liking you," Matt said as Near sulked.

"Thanks, you make me feel so much better," Near sniffled.

"But it's not for the reason you think," Matt continued as if he never heard the sarcastic remark. "You're too good Near. The people who you think hate you, don't. They envy you Near. Just like Mello and just like me,"

Near blushed a deeper shade of red. "Don't be ridiculous Matt. They have nothing to envy about me,"

"Near," Matt said completely serious, "You have no idea how good you have it. You're freakishly smart, have amazing skills, and more importantly you're really cute!"

"Matt!"

"I'm only telling it like it is," Matt chuckled.

"Hello!" said a pleasant waitress with a felicitous voice. "My name is Beatrice I will be your waitress today. How may I start you off?"

"Hello Beatrice the Waitress!" Matt greeted with a smile as Beatrice sweatdropped, "I'll have a shortstack, and eggs sunny side up."

Beatrice nodded to Near.

"I would like some Froot Loops. And no milk please,"

Matt looked aghast. "No milk? Kid, you don't know the first thing about flu!"

"Matt I think I can handle mys – "

"He'll have whole milk. He's delirious and doesn't know what he wants,"

Beatrice nodded. "Alright. Your order will be right up!" She trotted off toward the kitchen in the back. Near was fazed.

"Matt, I'm not delirious. I can handle myself,"

"Anyone who orders Froot Loops without any milk has to be either delirious or stupid beyond humanity; just try it,"

Near just shrugged. He was in no position to argue with a persisting gamer. Who knows what else he might make him do? They sat there in silence when Matt got excruciatingly bored and started to hum "Swing Life Away" by Rise Against.

We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

This caught Near's attention.

"Is that Rise Against?" Near inquired.

Matt stopped and stared in shock, "Y-Yeah, I never thought anyone would know,"

"Of course I do. That song is simply one of the best pieces of art in the world,"

"I know right!" Matt beamed. He is finally happy that someone has some taste in music. Then he frowned, "Wait, Green Day or Fall Out Boy?" Matt tested.

Near frowned. "Neither. I prefer artists like Amos Lee." Matt broke into a smile again.

"You're alright kid." And they both pounded knuckles. More like lightly touched… but still, pounded sounded better. After a heated discussion in music, art, video games, Toys 'R' Us, and whiskers on kittens, their meal arrived.

"… I know and they're so cute!" Matt squealed like a school girl. Beatrice, who had arrived with the food, gave Matt a strange look.

"Enjoy your food," she said and she trotted off.

When they both noticed the food they dropped their conversation like it was radioactive and began to dig in. Well, Matt did anyway. He was half way done when he realized that his buddy was not joining in his stuffing their faces.

"What's wrong?"

"Matt I really don't feel comfortable eating my cereal with dairy."

"Awwwww! C'mon Near, just try it. You know what? I'll feed you a spoon and you'll love it!"

"I'm not so sick as to be spoon fed,"

Matt didn't listen. He poured the milk into the bowl of colorful circles and scooped up a spoonful and held it in front of Near. He stubbornly shook his head and pursed his lips tight.

"C'mon! Here comes the train!" Matt made chugging sounds.

"Matt, honestly, this is ridicu – Wait! What kind of train?"

Matt pondered that thought for a second. "The little engine that could!"

Near's face immediately brightened and even his congested nose seemed free. He widely opened his mouth as if he were afraid that Matt would miss his mouth. (That be impossible due to the gamer's lightning reflexes and accuracy thanks to the video games he plays.) The redhead made chugging sounds and once the spoon entered Near's mouth, the albino clamped his mouth shut and chewed its contents. His face was straight for a few seconds. Then his face broke into a huge smile. He happily chewed and then looked at Matt expectantly.

"See?" Matt said triumphantly, "It does taste good!"

"It's fantastic! I've never had any dairy product in such a way!"

"Great! Now, open up, here comes another one."

Near was more than willing to oblige and Matt stuck the spoonful of color full circles in his mouth again. This went on for quite a while until they heard a "WHAT THE FUCK?"

The gamer and the pale boy both whipped their heads around to find Mello in leather once again and his face completely in a "WTF" face. He stomped over and practically screamed his head off.

"I find out that I'm gonna have to stay in this shitty place this morning and now I find the both of you making lovey dovey faces at each other?!!!"

"Dude, were not making lovey dovey faces. I'm just making sure he gets his calcium."

"Mello, please this is not what it looks like," Near said.

"Uh huh, and now you're going to tell me that you listen to Amos Lee."

"Actually – "

"I don't wanna know!"

Mello stomped back toward his room to wallow in his own self pity.

"I think we should follow him," Matt said.

"Can we finish the Froot Loops first?"

"Sure thing, kid!"

A/n: I know that plot sounds like it's not going anywhere but it will soon don't worry. I think I'm gonna make this a pretty short fic. Sorry about the song references too. I just put it in there cuz I felt like it. Reviews make me write the next chapter faster. XD

~Silver