Chapter 3: WHY IN MATT.

Until the earth is moved, or daddy don't approve, whatever happened first, depending on my mood.

All these two do is get drunk god. This chapter was thrown together because it's Saturday, and Saturday is painting day.

Earlier that day... Before where we are chronologically in the plot but in the same day ok?

Matt stood outside the electronics store, red hair hidden partially under a hat.

Yes, it's red now.

It was the middle of winter, and Matt was bundled up in a scarf, pretty hat, coat, his usual ripped jeans (the idiot) and a short sleeved shirt. And as he'd been going to get conditioner for Mello, he'd come across the electronics stood.

"Helloooooo!" Someone exclaimed, jumping on his back thank god they were light. Matt craned his head around. It was the girl from yesterday, Misa.

She jumped down from his back and stared into the shop, "you're a tech person aren't you?"

"I'm... Yeah sure that," Matt replied, looking round for angry body guards of mobs of fans.

"Well I played Fable."
"What like all girls?"
"Shut up," she giggled, "ima cold. Wanna go to yours?"
Matt was taken back slightly. For one, it was usually guys that liked him.
"Sure," he smiled, as she slipped her arm into his own, "sounds like a laugh."

Matt glared at Mello, present day. Misa had just let herself out when the boys began their death match glaring.

Eventually, "nice one, dickhead, you just ruined my only chances of getting laid this weekend."

"It's not my fault, and you told her I was a druggie."

"Have you seen my hair, Matt? Have you fucking SEEN IT? THIS IS YOUR FAULT FOR NOT GETTING ME MY CONDITIONER. GOD DAMN YOU."

"Whoa calm down, Mello. We'll go buy you conditioner now, and some tampons, I noticed your running low."

"Yeah go screw yourself."

"Matt this is weird," Mello whispered, feeling his best friends body weight pressed against him. Now don't get me wrong they were very drunk, and how they managed to get back to Wammy's and inside was a mystery.

What was weird?

Mello felt the weight on him let up slightly, hearing Matt ask softly if that was better.

"Mello."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Okay."
"Let's have sex"
"No thanks."

Matt settled for kissing him instead and wow that was awkward. Mello resisted only to have Matt press down against his waist and gently hold his arms in place. Mello bit his lip, but Matt barely noticed. After stumbling home with Linda and letting themselves in (Linda was sixteen that month so she was given a spare key just encase she decided to go out, lucky girl.) the boys had crawled into the same bed, fully clothed and giggling, and then Matt had promptly come onto Mello.

When the two boys were children, they never had to worry about anything like this, and when the first people at Wammy's in their time became noticeably into each other – Matt remembered going through cupboards with Beyond once when Beyond told poor, seven year old Matty about what A and he were up too – Matt made a silent promise to himself to not approach Mello about the conversation, Mello would've snorted and gotten angry at them anyway.

Yet here they were, fourteen years old, drunk, and sharing kisses.

Mello had never kissed a girl, maybe once or twice by accident and that time when he was 12 and he had to kiss Linda in Seven Minutes in Heaven. Ohthatgame.

Matt, however, had, but he was still horrifically self conscious and it felt a little like Mello was trying to get out from underneath him.

Oh wait, he was.

The second Matt had released Mello's arms, Mello began to struggle again, holding his tightly clenched fists against the older boy's chest and pressing.

"What're you doing?" Matt asked, breaking the case only to have Mello push him off.

"What are you doing? You fucking homo!" Mello screamed.

Far off on the other side of the home, Roger's eyes opened.

"Not another gay romance," he sighed, turning over and going back to sleep.

"Matt held out his hands, palms outwards facing, "Sorry?" he smiled.

Mello was too sober now to fall for him, "I DON'T LIKE BOYS MATT GET OUT."

"But my bedro-"

"SLEEP IN THE BATH."

Matt bit his lip, getting up and grabbing his Game boy off the table, before retreating into the bathroom with sheets.

When he was gone Mello sat there frowning, he was red in the face and his stomach felt like it was full of moths.

Mello didn't like boys in that way, he was sure of it.

But then why were the Moths in his tummy fluttering about so much?

"Don't you think she's hot Mels?" a twelve year old Matt grinned at his best friend.

"yeah she's hot," Mello replied, even though her makeup was really sluttily applied and he didn't really like girls anyway. They reminded him too much of himself lojk.

"No Mels. I mean. REALLY hot. Reckon I might ask her out. What do you think?"

Mello smiled, "yeah ask her out, I'm *sure* she'll say yes."

Much to Mello's surprise, she said yes.

Well fuck.
And so that is how Mello found himself, on February 14th, depressed and alone, whilst Matt was out womanizing.

Happy Valentines Day.

Mello watched the pair as they sat at their table, Matt grinning at her and her smirking slightly and looking awkwardly at her friends and that one glaring girl that also wanted Matt to be her own.

Matt is horrifically Mary Sue I swear.

I seriously need to make this make sense.

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