An Easter present for all of you. (If you celebrate Easter... If you don't, it's a random update. XD) Enjoy!

All currency conversions are from ... Unfortunately, I don't have a mental currency calculator. XD

It took most of the money that Mello had brought along- about 2,228.04 Pounds (about $1,800 USD) out of about 2,300 pounds (about $2271.22 USD)- to pay for both of their tickets. Apparently, they were taking a plane to New York, where they would do a currency exchange, ((A/N: Thus eliminating my need for a calculator once and for all)) then take another plane to L.A... Which would be $460 US dollars... Leaving only $11.22 left of Mello's money... Which meant they would need jobs. With Matt and Mello's money combined, they would only have $818.71... That was barley enough for a hotel room for one night and a week's worth of groceries. Needless to say... Matt wasn't too fond of the idea. They'd probably have to find an illegal way of getting enough money to live on for the first few weeks. But, they had bought the tickets nonetheless, and were now on the excruciatingly long (and not to mention boring) plane ride to America... And Matt had never been more grateful for his GameBoy. Mello, who was apparently more tired than he'd let on earlier, was trying desperately to keep his eyes open, though, eventually, he was unable to help himself, and slumped against Matt's shoulder, already fast asleep and unaware of where his head was going by the time he hit the warm makeshift pillow.

Glancing over at his friend briefly, Matt mumbled, "Well, I'm glad you're comfortable, Mello." He was only able to play the GameBoy for a few more minutes before his battery died. Though he had fresh ones in his bag, he was afraid of waking Mello, so, instead, he leaned his head against the others and closed his eyes, soon drifting off to sleep himself.

They were both awakened to the beeping of the announcement button, and the pilot's gruff voice came through the speakers, "We have now arrived at the destination, New York, New York, the temperature is currently thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit..." Neither of the boys really cared to listen to the rest of what the old man had to say, they simply contented themselves to gathering their bags. After standing in line for an hour or two, they were finally released into the airport terminal.

"Why were you sleeping on me?" Mello asked, annoyed by the thought that Matt had invaded his personal space while he was asleep.

"Because you passed out on my shoulder," Matt replied simply. It was now that he realized that right now, more than anything, he was craving something he never thought he would crave; a cigarette. Was Nicotine really that addicting?

Mello, dodging this accusation, as he knew it was probably true, said, "Whatever... Let's just go exchange the money and get out of here. Our flight's leaving in about a half an hour."

Matt wasn't too fond of that thought either. He had a feeling that by the time they got off of the second plane, their butts would be completely numb... But he decided not to complain, and instead, asked, "Mello? How exactly are you planning on surviving once we get to L.A.?"

Mello, seeming to know exactly what Matt was talking about, began walking as he mumbled, "By the time we get there we should have something added to both of our bank accounts..."

It took a moment for Matt to figure out what Mello was talking about, but he eventually caught on. They would both probably inherit a decent amount of money from L. As wrong as it felt to take money from him like that, it was nice to know that they would at least be supported in some way. "Got it..." He muttered. That meant he could afford to buy a pack of cigarettes after all. As long as he could sneak enough money away from Mello... The exchange didn't take too long, and as soon as it was finished, Mello held twenty dollars out for Matt.

"Get whatever you want. I'd suggest food, unless you want to eat that crap they call food on the plane." Mello told him.

Smiling, Matt thanked him and went off to the convenience store on the other side of the terminal. He found it quite amazing how big these places were... It was like it was it's own little village. But that didn't matter. Right now, he had tunnel vision for one item: cigarettes. Luckily for him, the cashier didn't question his age when he asked for the Marlboro's. Apparently the goggles hid his identity enough to cover up his age. He sat down on a bench just outside the store and lit it up, taking a drag.

Matt had no idea how long he'd been sitting on that bench before Mello finally found him. Unfortunatley... He wasn't done with his cigarette yet. "What he hell are you doing, Matt?" The blonde snapped, "I said food not cigarettes! What are you thinking?!" He snatched the offensive item from between the gamer's fingers and tossed it into a conveniently placed stand-alone ashtray.

"Smoking." Matt replied bluntly, "And you technically just suggested that I use the money food. You said I could get whatever I wanted, and this was what I wanted."

Mello glared at Matt, pissed that he had actually remembered that. "The plane's leaving soon," He grumbled, "That's what I came to tell you." With this said, he stalked off, leaving Matt with a cloud of guilt.

"Wait... Mello!" Mat got up and chased after his friend, "I'm sorry, okay? I had to... It-"

"It's fine; I get it..." Mello muttered, not looking at the other, "Just don't smoke in front of me... It really pisses me off."

Matt was silent for a moment, but eventually murmured, "Okay..."

Not long after this, the boys found themselves airborne once more... And not a single word was spoken between them for the entire flight. Though they had, for appearance's sake, made up, it was apparent that the issue still remained.