a/n: It's been a while... sorry. I can't even use homework as an excuse because I haven't had much. I've been down lately because any time I started to write I epically failed. Hopefully this comes out good. A lot of people liked the last chapter which is good. Thanks for all of the amazing reviews. Keep 'em comin'!

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Not even in my wildest dreams.

Chapter 3

Mello's P.O.V

I looked beside me at the sleeping boy and it occurred to me that it was supposed to be this way. Matt and I were supposed to be together. My eyes drifted closed and I fell into a peaceful but dreamless sleep.

The memory of the night before came flooding back as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. I breathed in the faint smell of smoke that radiated from Matt's sheets and sighed in contentment. Maybe the reason behind the peace that I felt was from the full night of sleep, maybe it was more. Whatever the reason was I felt extremely peaceful. More peaceful than I'd ever felt before in my life.

I heard the quiet clicking from the bottom of the bed and sat up to see Matt focused intently on Halo III. I crawled to the bottom of the bad and laid on my stomach resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Good morning, Matty," I said.

"'Morning," he replied without pausing his game. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long. What about you?"

"I woke up about an hour ago. Roger woke me up. He said something about L coming in and I couldn't sleep after that so I started to play. Didn't wanna wake you up. Did you have a good sleep?"

"Yep, I'm wide awake now. Can we do something?" He paused the game then and I sat up.

"Like what?" He turned to face me with a blank expression.

"I dunno. Play with me, Matt!" I sat in his lap and put his arms around my waist. "But I don't wanna play video games."

"We can't go outside. It's too wet." It was silent for a moment as I thought about what we were going to do. It was Saturday so there were no clases. My stomach growled and I heard Matt chuckle. "Maybe we should get breakfast before we do anything else."

"Isn't it too early for breakfast?" I looked toward the shade-covered window in confusion. It looked dark out.

"Mello, it's nine- thirty." I got up and headed for the window.

"Really?" I pulled back the red curtain and saw why it was so dark. The sky was full of charcoal gray clouds that went as far as the eye could see. The clouds were so low that I felt like I could touch them if I opened the window and reached a bit. "Oh." I turned toward Matt who was focused intently on his empty hands, inspecting each finger as if he was trying to find an old paper cut. "Matt," I said putting the curtains back in their position and walking up to the red head. I took his hand and pulled him up. He leaned in a little to close as he stumbled to his feet and I stepped back to avoid a straight on head collision. "Let's go." Without releasing his hand I made my way out of the room with Matt close behind.

The hallways were empty and quiet which was strange. Usually everybody was up and about. Then I realized what was going on.

"Matt, what exactly did Roger say about L coming here?" I stopped walking and abruptly spun around to face Matt.

"Uhm... I don't.... know. I was half asleep." I sighed. 'Urgh... he's useless!' I quickly turned and made my way to the conference room. Matt stood in the middle of the hallway. "Where ya goin' Mels?"

"To the conference room ya ding dong!"

"Why?"

"Oh just come on!" I started to run and he quickly caught up with me. I couldn't slow down. I had to get there before the meeting ended. I couldn't miss my chance to finally meet L in person! Sure, he came all the time, but he always used surveillance cameras to see us. All we ever got to see was a calligraphic L on a laptop screen. Though it seemed highly unlikely I had hope that this time was different. That maybe I'd get to meet my idol in person.

As we approached the conference room doors they suddenly opened and all of the students and teachers began to file out of the room.

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me," I growled. I broke out into a sprint fighting my way through the crowd and into the room. As I entered I saw Roger closing the conference room exit door. I'd missed L. I knew it. "Roger," I called to the old man. He turned and met my gaze.

"Yes, Mello?" He walked over to the podium on the stage and placed a stack of papers into the storage drawer within it.

"Did I just miss L?"

"Yes, I'm afraid you did. I'm sorry, Mello."

"He was... in this room?"

"He was." Those two words alone almost made my heart stop. L was here in person and I had just missed him.

I stood there incredulously with my eyes opened wide and my jaw on the floor. I don't know how long I'd been standing there but it was Matt who'd brought me back down to earth.

"Mello? Mello," his voice called out to me. I didn't answer him but I sat down on the marble floor. "Mello, I'm sorry," Matt sighed. He sat down also and apologetically embraced me. I shook him off.

"No." The tone of my voice wavered and Matt's eyes widened. My own eyes began to cloud with tears. "No. Don't speak to me, Matt. I never want to see your ugly fuckin' face again." Then I ran off aimlessly and left the sobbing red head boy behind.

a/n: I'm sorry. I killed it. I had to put in a conflict and this is the best I could come up with. Go ahead, flame. I deserve it. Not only for the horridness of this chapter but for separating Matt and Mello. I'm sorry... I'm depressed now.