O-zone

Mello/Matt

Numa Numa

There was one thing that Matt loved just as much as videogames, nicotine, pizza, and Mello; and that one thing was music. His IPod touch carried over five thousand songs plus over a hundred music videos.

One of these thousands of songs was blasting out when a certain blond decided to actually return to the apartment from a day of mafiaing (or babysitting criminals as Mello called it).

Unfortunately Mello didn't know, appreciate, and/or know the redhead's obsession for music.

So he was in for a shock when he had walked into the room.

Clad in nothing but a pair of Mello's boxers, Matt had been dancing/jumping on Mello's couch while using one of Mello's chocolate bars as a microphone.

Twisting and turning Matt sang out,

"Hello

Hello It's me again, Picasso.

I will spread my words of love

With your name on every wall!"

Dramatically he turned towards the blond and upon seeing him stop moving, dropped the chocolate bar (which was thankfully was still wrapped, that was not a path he wanted to go down), and decided to run cause Mello HATED that song for some unknown reason.

"MATT! What did I tell you about that song?! And what are you doing with my stuff?!"

Livid the leather covered mafia man chased after his best friend/lover not caring that the neighbors would be calling the cops due to the gun shots they heard.

The next morning Matt would wake up extremely sore, ticked off (the police did show up), game less (gun + game= major loss), music less (IPod broken beyond belief), and Mello less (back babysitting).

And yet he would stand silently humming, maya-hee maya-hoo maya-haa, to himself without a care in the world.

Besides it was just another typical day.

No big deal.