A/N: FINALLY! I FINALLY GOT TO POST THIS NEXT STORY! *Sweat-drops and composes self* I wanted to sooner...but well, that obviously did not work out. And then...Christmas is around the corner and all. So...updating may take a little bit longer. ^^'

Anyway, I think you should know that I had fun writing the first two one-shots of this story! ;) I actually did! I may write more DN stories...it just depends, really.

Anyway, THIS one-shot is about Mello and Matt (don't like them? Then don't read. :P ). Near and Watari and random people might be mentioned. To be honest with you: I really have NO idea what timeline this one-shot takes place in! It's obviously before the Timeskip in Death Note and before L dies, because Mello and Matt (and Near: but he's only mentioned in this one-shot) are still living at Wammy's House. But...I tweaked Mello and Matt's ages: making them both seventeen...I think. I had a hard time trying to put this one-shot together because of the fact that I got no idea WHEN it takes place. -.- Sorry if it's a little screwed up, why don't we just say that it takes place in a SLIGHTLY alternate time. SLIGHTLY though!

The characters probably will be OOC at some point. Sorry, but that's what happens when you give a person like me a laptop, the characters of Death Note, and a lot of coffee. :P

Anyways, here's the little unnecessary summary: It started out to be a normal morning at the Wammy House...and then Mello, woke up with a massive hangover...everything just went downhill then. What the hell happened the previous night anyway? And how come only Matt can answer that?

Sorry if this one isn't as good as the previous two. I wrote this a few days ago...after I had gotten into an argument with a friend of mine. So...yeah. I had to just stop and finish writing it the next day. ^^' Sorry for the LONG length...

Enjoy anyway~

Disclaimer: *Sighs* I would love to own Death Note. But will that ever happen? NO.

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Death Note: A Series Of Unfortunate Events

3: Mello's Morning Surprise.

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Ah...it was a beautiful morning. The sun beautifully shone in the most cliché way possible and filtered through the rooms of the Wammy House (this caused an irritable from having to get up so early Near to retreat to his closet for some darkness and a little more sleep). Anyway, enough of the cliché talk, it filtered through one boy's room and caused him to groan and shift his left side away from the window.

This boy was Mello. He had cracked a tired eye open but soon regretted that once he realized how light the room was. He cursed and shielded his eye from the light, it burned so badly. Since WHEN did light ever burn his eyes that badly anyway? He really wanted to know the answer to that question, but couldn't bring himself to even think at the moment.

"Ugh...someone just kill me!"

Mello felt awful at the moment. He opened his eyes again and promptly gagged. He had a really terrible taste in his mouth and when he breathed...he was sure he smelt a little alcohol.

At the moment, he didn't care that the fact he smelt alcohol on his breath was suspicious. He just rubbed his burning eyes again.

Never had he felt that bad in the morning. He usually felt pretty rested in the morning; but not well enough to get all hyperactive and ready to start the day. At the moment: his head was throbbing, he wanted to puke any minute, his eyes were burning from the light, ect.

Mello brushed his tousled blond hair out of his eyes and then sat up. The first thing he noticed was that he was in his bed in his room. The weird thing was...he didn't remember ever returning back to crash for the night. "How the hell did I get back here? I don't remember anything...nothing...it's all a blank..."

Puzzled, Mello decided to randomly glance around; he found that doing so would aid in finding out things. But the first thing that he saw when he glanced at his arm, was a half-eaten chocolate bar stuck to it.

...That was both calming and creepy at the same time. He didn't remember returning back to his room...or eating chocolate in bed. Even though the latter was like a daily routine for him every morning and night before bed.

The blond-haired chocoholic really wanted to eat the chocolate bar bad, but he felt like he'd vomit all that he had ever eaten his life out, so he kind of just pulled an OOC move and placed it on the table next to the bed.

Mello looked around the room a second time. He noticed that the run looked pretty messed up: dirty clothes baskets were turned over, furniture was turned over, random pictures he had on the wall were crooked badly, the leather clothes he was wearing the previous night were deserted right by the closed door, and he was pretty sure he saw a pack of cigarettes on the floor.

His eyes widened when he say everything. And he rubbed his head as he felt it throbbing again. Now really confused, he leaned a little closer to the right with an outstretched hand.

"I'm kind of terrified of what I might find..." Mello thought, feeling around in the air and making sure nothing was there with him. He had seen the movies: the character ends up wasted and wakes up with a total stranger in bed with him/her. "I don't know what is going on, and I sure as hell don't remember coming back! I don't remember anything at all...I only vaguely remember being at a b-"

Suddenly, Mello felt something. A panicked look flashed over his face as he shifted around and looked at it. There was another lump in the bed with him. And his fingers were wrapped up in red locks of hair.

It all started to make sense. Red hair...cigarettes on floor...the fact that the room had an aroma of both alcohol and smoke...Mello promptly screeched.

"OH MY GOD! NOT THAT! NO WAY! THIS HAS GOT TO BE A DREAM!"

A rudely awakened Matt jumped up into a sitting position in the bed, panting a little from the loud yelling. He caught his breath and then rubbed his eyes irritatedly before looking over at Mello burying his head into his hands and cussing out fate.

"Mello! You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Mello promptly shut his mouth, his head still buried in his hands, he made some kind of cry. Matt rose an eyebrow at that weird response. Mello suddenly snapped his head back to him and gave him a evil look.

"I'M THE ONE THAT NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK!" Mello yelled. "WHAT IS GOING ON? WHY ARE WE IN THE SAME BED TOGETHER, MAN? DON'T TELL ME WE DID ANYTHING! NO WAY! I'LL DENY IT EVEN IF YOU-"

"Just shut up for a minute!" At this point, Matt sighed and rubbed his temples. Mello just started panting from the yelling and then grabbed the the chocolate bar and stuffed it in his mouth; hoping to get a moment because he noticed it was a Twix bar. "Okay...I know this seems awkward, but let me explain what happened last night..."

Matt glanced over at Mello and noticed he was wearing a deadpan look. He couldn't believe what his friend thought had happened. OF COURSE he would never do something like that with Mello. ...Besides, the walls of the building were pretty damn thin.

"Before you freak out, we DIDN'T do anything last night. NOTHING went on." Matt mentioned, talking really slowly as if he was explaining something to a child. Mello, however, was still suspicious about the situation. "...But you probably don't believe me. After all: you WERE totally wasted as hell..."

He was wasted? Well that does explain a few things. It didn't explain the entire predicament though. It also didn't explain WHY the two were in the same bed together. THAT was just creepy. Mello hoped nobody would barge in at the moment...he would definitely have to kill that person if so...

Mello glanced over at Matt. He noticed that he wasn't wearing his goggles and his hair was tousled. One thing that caught his attention though, was the small tattoo (Mello was sure it was fake) of a light red heart on his neck; a closer inspection revealed that it had his name in brown letters inside the heart.

That was weird and so he inched back a little.

"Wait...I don't remember anything at all. I don't remember ever drinking anything; just sitting at a bar and punching some old guy in the jaw because he mistook me for a girl and tried to grope me..." Mello muttered, trying to remember all that happened.

"I guess I'll just have to explain everything from the very beginning..." Matt sighed and held a hand over his face.

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-;Flashback;-

"Come on! It'll be fun! Let's make the most of life while we're still teenagers!" Mello urged, slipping behind an annoyed Matt and swiftly rubbing his shoulders. "Nobody will know if we're gone! It's FRIDAY NIGHT after all, and I'm gonna freaking DIE if I don't get out and so SOMETHING!"

Seeing that Matt was just tuning out to his urging by looking back at his DS. Mello's eye twitched repeatedly and he took a hand and slapped the crap out of the DS; making it go falling out of Matt's hands and into the wall.

Matt just stared the whole time. Realizing that he now had nothing to do. He sighed and looked up; only to see Mello standing in front of him with a crazy look in his eyes. It would be a little disturbing to most people, but Matt was really used to that.

"Mello, why do you want to go out to a club so badly?"

"Are you saying you DON'T want to?"

"It's not that I don't want to. But we couldn't get in even if we tried; we're not of age to get in..."

Mello's face immediately fell just like that. Thinking about it, Matt was right. They couldn't get in...the minute they set foot in the place, they'd probably get kicked out. And it wasn't like they could bring in some of the guns they "acquired" and use them to blow the bouncer's brains out, they just might get arrested for something like that.

Well...they would just have to find a way around that little fact...

Mello thought for a minute, and Matt just watched for what seemed like two entire minutes.

"I think we can get around that little problem, Matt..."

Matt sighed. "What do you have in mind?"

"A genius plan: we sneak into the club!"

Oh yes, that was SO genius. Matt wasn't sure that they could successfully sneak into the club when they had a pretty large bouncer that watches the outside like a hawk. But Mello did seem like he really wanted to go out to the club; and there was no way he could escape from this. Even if he would rather stay at the Wammy House and play video games all freaking night until he passed out from lack of sleep than go out to a club and get wasted and stripped of dignity with Mello, he had no choice.

"Sooooo Matt...you in or out?" Mello grinned and made some weird gesture before pointing to himself. "But you do realize that there's no choice, right? I'm kind of FORCING you to come..."

"Fine, fine. I'll go with you." Matt reached into some bag that Mello never noticed on the chair before and then pulled out some random PSP. "But I'll deny I was ever a part of this when the cops come."

And so, Mello and Matt joined up together and left the room. They had to be kind of quiet though, because the other kids in the orphanage would probably hear them and question where they were going (because they were so damn nosy). Meanwhile, a kid with white hair and dark eyes slipped out from behind the wall Matt's DS was thrown into. He shook his head at all that he had overheard.

"Maybe I should intervene..." Near absentmindedly twirled a lock of his hair and then glanced down at the broken DS on the floor. "No. Nobody ever listens to me anyway..."

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Mello and Matt opened the doors of the taxi they had gotten a ride in. After quickly throwing the money into the driver's hands, Mello promptly sighed at the night breeze.

"I'm ready to hit that club!"

Matt sighed and adjusted his vest. "If we even can GET IN..."

"Stop ruining the moment, Matt!"

The night sky was filled with stars for the night. Although most of the street lights and buildings kind of blocked them from view. It was obviously Friday, hence the bustling streets with many people and cars. Mello was loving the atmosphere, it felt really nice. Anyway, he grabbed Matt's arm and started dragging him against his will across the streets; they were getting odd looks from people though. It might have been because from a certain distance:

Mello kind of looked like a slutty girl, and Matt kind of looked like he was about to go skiing.

...Anyway, Mello dragged Matt along the town, after several minutes they arrived outside a tall building. Matt pulled himself away from his friend as he started scanning the outside of the building and the tall scary looking dude that was watching everyone that walked past the club like a hawk.

"Well Mello, what now?" Matt questioned, pulling out his PSP and playing it while Mello thought of their strategy.

"Eh...um...we'll need to distract the bouncer first." Mello put on an innocent expression and then whistled innocently as he slipped his hand behind him and pulled out a gun.

"Uh-huh..." Matt continued playing the game, not paying attention to the mayhem that was about to unfold around him.

Mello stopped whistling and looked around. When the coast seemed clear, he quickly ran to a nearby dumpster and hid behind it, taking the gun and shooting it off at a nearby street sign. The bouncer hear d the commotion and looked over at Mello's direction just as he ducked back down and put the gun back.

"Hey, what the hell was that noise?"

At a very fast speed, Mello sneaked out from behind the dumpster and back to Matt's side. The bouncer then ran up to the dumpster and started looking around for the source of the gun noise. Mello rolled his eyes at the bouncer's stupidity and then grinned at Matt before grabbing his vest and quickly pulling him with him into the club's entrance.

"Hmm...I could have sworn I heard a gun shooting off around here..."

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"Whew...that...that actually worked..."

Mello released his grip on Matt's vest and crashed to the club's floor anime style. Of course, Matt didn't notice because he was absorbed in whatever game he was playing on the PSP.

But then the PSP suddenly turned off because it went down and needed to be charged again.

"Damn it..." Matt slipped the PSP back in his vest and then looked at Mello on the floor. "Um..."

Time was wasting. Mello knew that. It was already six-thirty at night anyway. The chocoholic blond got up off the floor as if nothing even happened and wiped the dust off his clothes. Then he took a good look around at the club and his eyes sparkled with delight.

The inside of the club was big. Like the outside, it didn't look like the most friendliest place; it looked incredibly shady. The good thing was that the place had a lot of people, but not TOO much people in there. And it was playing some pretty reasonable music (switching between blasting heavy metal and blasting grunge) from giant stereos on the stage. Looking to the left, he saw a giant stage that had two beautiful women dancing expertly scantily clad, and a lot of people (particularly men) crowed around the stage watching. On the right, there was a fair-sized bar and the smell of alcohol was beginning to drift through the building. It was also very bright and even had a dance floor.

Mello literally thought he was in Heaven for a few seconds when he noticed that not only between all the mentioned stuff, there was also a lot of food out for people to eat. Specifically, there was a huge table full of chocolate desserts and whatnot. He smirked and walked over to that table.

"Well this might not be too bad." Matt commented, looking around. "But I still think we're going to get caught. These people all look at least over twenty and we're-Mello...? What the hell are you doing?"

Mello looked up from the piles of chocolate desserts he was almost literally inhaling. Matt rolled his eyes, realizing why he had just disappeared like that, and then started walking off to a quiet corner of the club; he was going to go there and then play the back-up PSP he had hidden in a secret back pocket on his pants.

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"I'm sure if there was a table that had THAT many chocolate desserts on it, I would sure as hell have remembered that!"

"Mello, you really are obsessed...but do you finally remember what happened?"

"...No."

"Ugh...then stop interrupting the flashback and I'll explain."

"Kay..."

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-;Back To The Flashback;-

How long have they been there at the club? Matt wasn't really sure. It must have been a while because his fully-charged back-up PSP and halfway-fully charged back-up DS previously went dead. Matt sighed and glanced at his watch, 10:00 at night. ...Wow.

"Oh, it's been a little while. I guess I should get Mello and drag 'em back to the house." Matt ran his fingers through his hair and then get up off the floor of the men's bathroom. "There's no telling what he could have done in about four hours..."

The gamer stretched his limp arms and then put the back-up portable systems back in his secret pockets. (Dang, where did the pockets even come from?) He exited the bathroom and then looked around the club for his friend.

However.

The club looked a little more...messed up than what he had remembered seeing earlier when he left the uncomfortable corner by the stage. Most of the people were not dancing and were just sitting at the bar or standing around chatting/arguing. The two whores on the stage weren't there anymore, and the music being played seemed to be changed to emo music. What looked bad though: was the several bottles of liquor scattered around the floor and the furniture and stage decorations overturned. The table that had many chocolate desserts was totally bare but was cracked in half and had streaks of chocolate over it.

"What the-" Matt cut himself off and shook his head. He really didn't want to know what had went on while he was in his own world. Hell, he didn't even want to come to the club in the first place.

At that moment, all that mattered was finding Mello. Matt continued looking around, but then came to a halt when he noticed a familiar blond-haired guy wearing leather clothes slouched over the bar. Mello. Matt sighed and then walked up to the counter.

"Mello...?"

Mello, in a drunken state, laughed and sat up in the chair; throwing an empty glass behind his back. "Yessss! Barten-hic...give me MORE!"

The bartender, who looked middle-aged and had graying black hair and hazel eyes made a face that pretty much screamed 'I don't want to see you cause anymore hell around here', and then made a concerned face.

"Erm...I don't think I should. You're completely intoxicated already, and I shouldn't have even served you anything since you're technically still a minor...I think..."

Mello promptly gave the bartender a sharp glare. It actually made the man flinch and stare in fear. Without any kind of warning whatsoever, Mello lunged forward and gripped his shirt; a sick and twisted grin appeared on his face.

"Hahaha...WHO'SSSS drunk? I don't know what 'ya mean! Hic...get that stick out of your assss and..hic...loosen up a LITTLE!"

"Mello!"

Mello and the bartender looked over at Matt. They were equally confused. After several awkward seconds, Mello's eyes widened and then he laughed, hacked a little, and lunged forward into Matt and glomped him as if he were...a fangirl or something. But in that case, he looked like a desperate fanboy.

"MATTY~! DUDE, YOU'RE SOOOOO-hic...YOU'VE GOTTEN SO...hahaha...so..." Matt's expression was extremely blank as Mello cut himself off by giggling crazily and then reaching into his shirt and pulling out a fake tattoo of a red heart with his own name in it and slapping it onto his friend's neck.

"Uh...is he...um..." The bartender rubbed the back of his neck and then cleared his throat. "I noticed you two come in together...but look, he's completely intoxicated right now; and I am aware he's underage...he told me frankly after about two gigantic glasses of liquor. You really should take him to his home; but please be careful...because the bouncer outside will chew you out good for sneaking in underage. What I'm saying is...I'm going to let this whole episode slide without contacting the authorities; because I can relate to you two young men. And I do assume this was the blond one's first time drinking, he must be a chocoholic too, dang I saw him inhaling that chocolate-"

"Listen, I REALLY don't have time for this." Matt interrupted, trying to pry Mello off him and failing epically. "I've had a long night, and I'm just going to take him home and then crash. But...thanks anyway for not ratting us out."

"Well, I can relate anyway. And...perhaps I just feel bad for the fact that your friend is going to feel like crap tomorrow morning."

"WHEEEE~! MATTY, WHEN DID 'YA GET THAT COOOOLS...hic...SWEATER?" Mello randomly shouted after Matt pried him off and then grabbed his shirt.

"I'll explain LATER." Matt sighed and then started walking off; dragging his drunk friend with him. "Just shut the hell up and don't draw anymore attention that what you have!"

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Yes...the night was certainly one of the craziest he's ever had in his life. Matt couldn't believe he was even still standing from all that had happened. Mello was still totally, hopelessly wasted and he kept making the most random comments and switching back and forth from angry, to sad, to cheerful, to emo-ish. They were able to leave the club without being discovered as minors; Matt had clasped a hand over Mello's mouth and took his gun and had once again shot at a random sign to distract the bouncer. Then he took off running with Mello until they were far away and on the other side of the street next to a payphone. He called the same taxi driver and then took off in the taxi back to the house. He, of course, had to give the taxi driver the correct destination directions because Mello kept slurring some stuff about 'London', 'creepy stalkers', and 'roads made of whipped cream'.

Finally arriving back at the house, Matt threw the money at the driver just like Mello had and dragged his friend out of the taxi. It was a good thing that it was late; all the windows had no light shining from them and all the kids at the house were probably asleep or whatever. This meant that they wouldn't get caught, lectured, or interrogated by anybody. Matt had to pretty much keep his arm wrapped around Mello with the other hand clasped over his mouth. Luckily, they managed to make it through the building pretty silently. Then they arrived at Mello's room. Matt sighed deeply in relief and then opened the door and threw Mello inside and stepped in.

"We're back at LAST...now, Mello," Mello rubbed his head from where he had hit the floor and got into a sitting position on his knees and looked up at Matt. "Just keep quiet for a while...if anyone hears you due to these crappy thin excuses for walls, then we'll be caught. And I'm too exhausted to stand a lecture or interrogation."

"Aw...Matty~! Issss...hic...I won't be quiet! I wanna...hic...just talk with 'ya, maaaan~!"

Matt rolled his eyes and blew falling strands of hair out of his face. Mello just got up and tried to take a step forward, but tripped in his drunken state and gasped audibly before falling into Matt; who saw it coming and caught him in his arms.

"Well I don't want to talk! Look, I don't anyone to hear-"

"Ah...ahem..."

Matt and Mello both turned their heads to the door, they saw Near standing in the doorway as emotionless as ever; but with a shocked look in his eyes. Awkward silence followed.

"...I...I suddenly don't want to know anymore..." Near promptly spun around on the heels of his feet and walked away back to his room; obviously getting the wrong idea by the suggestive way Matt was holding on to Mello.

"Whaaat...hic...teh hell did he think wasssss happening?" Mello asked, looking into Matt's eyes curiously.

"...I'm not going to answer that." Matt let go of Mello and the latter fell backwards onto the bed. Matt then walked over to the door and then walked out and stood in the doorway. "Now, I know you're totally wasted, but just stay in here until-"

Matt was cut off abruptly by a gag and then a whimper. He weighed his options at the moment: turn around or not? He decided to turn around, but almost regretted it when he saw a pathetic looking Mello sitting on the bed and hugging his knees together; he looked like a sad little child almost...it was kind of awkward looking. Matt was freaked out, he knew that he was just drunk...but he hadn't ever seen Mello like that before.

"Hic...you're leavin' meeee...all...hic...ALONE, M-MATTY?" Yep...he just went into an emo-mode. Matt was sure he almost saw a dark gray cloud floating over Mello's head.

"I..." Matt, against his will, walked back into the room and then lightly closed the door and walked over to the edge and awkwardly sat down; putting a hand on the now-emo Mello's shoulder. "Eh...do you want me to stay? I...I guess I COULD...just don't act emo like that..."

"YAYZ!" Mello's druken mood suddenly did a complete 360 and he reached over and pretty much glomped him again.

Matt rubbed his temples and then knocked back the now-cheerful Mello. Oh...why did he just have to let him talk him into going to that club? It's caused so much mayhem for him, Mello, and the possibly-traumatized Near.

"I've got to try and get him to calm down for the rest of the night." Matt thought, crossing his arms over his chest and watching Mello gag and act as if he was about to vomit any minute. "Wait...Mello IS wasted, I might be able to..."

A good plan came to mind. Matt smirked a little and then grabbed Mello's head; turning him around to face him. "Hey Mello, I'm getting kind of exhausted from this HELL I've been through tonight, are you?"

Mello's face turned a little green and he held his head and lied down. "Ughh...yesssss..."

"Alright...how about if you go ahead and crash?" Matt suggested, hoping his plan would succeed. "It's late after all..."

"Kaaaaaay..."

Matt felt like he was talking to a child. A sweatdrop almost formed on his head when Mello yawned loudly and then sat up and let his head rest on his shoulder.

"...Mello...I didn't mean to sleep on me..." Matt rolled his eyes, which could have been the millionth time that night, and stood up and dragged Mello off the bed and to his feet with him. "I'll stay to make sure you get there without tripping or crashing into something in this state."

Mello just nodded at every word, he wore a cheerful drunken grin too. Matt walked over to the bed and quickly pulled the covers down; he wanted to waste no time after all that he'd been through that night. Just as he turned around, he saw Mello take the clothes he was previously wearing and throw them to the door. But...at least he still wore a t-shirt he had randomly found on the floor and his underwear. At that moment, Matt briefly wondered if somehow...although drunk...he was one step ahead of his every move.

That was a creepy thought. Matt shook his head and cleared it before walking over to Mello and guiding him to the bed. "Get into the bed and I'll go flick off the lights."

Mello did as he was told. He couldn't walk well, but he did make it to the bed and brought the covers over him. Seeing that his plan was working out...somehow, Matt walked over to the lightswitch by the door and flicked it off just as Mello started giggling and slurring stuff about 'armies', and 'chocolate with almonds'. The only light was the moonlight filtering into the room through the barely-open blinds.

Now that he had gotten Mello to calm down and go to bed, Matt put his hand on the doorknob to open it back.

And then he heard a whimper.

"Matty...y-you're LEAVING me allllll alone...?"

Matt's eye twitched and he felt what might have been a migraine coming on. He facepalmed and then spun around, his eyes softened when he saw Mello though. Mello...had officially gone back into the drunk emo-mode. He was sitting up in the bed, but Matt was sure that underneath the covers, he was hugging his knees close to him and a gray cloud was starting to float around his head in a comical fashion.

"Mello...just stop this..."

"I freaking HAAATE being alone..."

"Stop."

"MAAAATY-CHAN~!"

"I'LL STAY THEN! When you're sober again, remind me to NEVER go out to a club with you again..."

Matt sighed deeply after seeing Mello revert back to being cheerful and upbeat. He inwardly cussed out what strange fate he had and then stripped off his goggles and vest; tossing them to the floor and then, almost against his will, he stepped out of his shoes and walked over to the bed and awkwardly slipped inside and rested his hands over his chest.

There was silence. The two were just staring up at the ceiling as the seconds ticked by. Matt finally closed his eyes, but then felt something warm hit his face; and then an aroma of alcohol. He opened his eyes and glanced to the left...and saw Mello sound asleep right beside him and softly breathing.

Well...at least SOMEONE was relaxed.

"...This is a little too awkward for me. Sorry, Mello." Matt pushed Mello a good distance away to the other side of the bed. And, surprisingly, he didn't even wake up.

Several seconds ticked by. Matt wasn't sure why, but even though he was exhausted and pissed with Mello about the whole club episode, he couldn't help but think he was kind of...er...cute switching between moods like that. But that was a disturbing thought. Still...to think that Mello was like a mood-switching child when drunk...

Matt made a mental note to NEVER let Mello get drunk EVER AGAIN.

Staring at the sleeping blond on the other side of the bed, Matt knew that this entire event would kind of screw up their relationship a little; he'd be stunned and angry in the morning. That was the gamer's last thought...before he just closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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-;The Present Time;-

"And that's what happened, Mello." Matt finished, rubbing his temples as he remembered all that had happened. "You were just too wasted to remember."

"Actually...I think I'm starting to remember all that had happened before I started to drink." Mello buried his head in his hands and groaned. "I can't believe that happened..."

And Matt couldn't agree more with that last statement. He pushed back the covers and decided to get out of the bed so he'd stop feeling awkward. "I know...that all was a little embarrassing..."

Mello shook his head and put his hands back to either side of him. "No...I'm talking about how I can't believe I FORGOT my first time drinking! The stupid thing is, that bartender seemed to know I was underage and still served me anyway..."

Matt rolled his eyes and then collected his things and walked to the door.

"Whatever. I'm going back to my room now."

Mello seemed to get over what he was just ranting about, he got out of the bed and then gagged briefly; still having that horrible taste in his mouth. However, before Matt put his hand on the door, Mello noticed something on the other side of his neck and rose an eyebrow.

"Uh...Matt?"

Matt blinked and turned around, all while Mello pointed.

"Why the hell do you have a hickey on your neck?" Realization struck Mello and he crossed his arms. "Is there SOMETHING you're not telling me?"
There was no way Matt would respond to that. He didn't. He just stayed quiet and opened the door and left the room. Mello just gasped and then furrowed his eyebrows together, he wasn't about to let him get away like that. Quickly, he almost threw the door off it's hinges and ran out to catch Matt.

He was going to find out what happened one way or ANOTHER.

But...

Matt, of course, couldn't bring himself to mention what else had happened while Mello was wasted. It would really kind of freak him out.

Isn't that a little unfortunate?

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...Wow, that was long. Sorry for the extra long length; I didn't feel like breaking it up into two parts! o_o

If you're wondering WHY Matt had that hickey...when he had arrived back at the house with Mello, he was so drunk that he started saying some random things and then out of the blue just went forward and started to suck and bite on his neck. Matt didn't want to tell him that; they had already probably traumatized Near, and he didn't want to do the same to Mello.

In the end, Matt never did tell Mello just WHAT ELSE happened. :P

Anyway, I hope this story was fine. I'm sorry for it being rushed...remember, I was pretty angry at the time when I started writing this, but I calmed down eventually. I think writing calms me down. ^^' And I might have got all that stuff about them 'not being of age' and all that. Like I said before, I wasn't sure how to write this because I don't know what time it takes place...and I could barely decide what age to make them. Maybe it would have helped if I had gone ahead and googled the legal drinking age for the area; then maybe I could have made more sense with this fic. *Sweatdrops and a blank look flashes over my face* I know I probably messed it up, you don't have to make a REALLY LONG lecture for me in a review! -.-

Oh, and before you ask about how Mello couldn't hold his liquor, a friend of mine persuaded me into going with the idea of him not being able to since it was his first time. So...don't blame ME for that one. ;) Besides, the thought of him not being able to hold it IS kind of interesting. And he did have about...*Randomly starts doing math* about...twelve big glasses, maybe?

Anyway, the next story will be about L and Light again. But don't worry, other characters will get stories of their own too. There's just this interesting one-shot about them that randomly came to mind yesterday, and I'm DYING to type it up! -^_^- And...well...L IS my favorite character, Light's my least (you do see why, right? If not, just PM me and ask. But I think it's obvious.). Somehow, I like writing them together. Not 'together' as in a Boy/Boy kind of way, just in the 'together' way like: in the anime.

I'm rambling now. -_-' Sorry. I'll try to update soon...but Christmas is almost here, and I really may not have the time...

Read and review! n.n