Sorry for the late-esque update people. I would've updated sooner, but testing and stuff and it's all a mess! And you'll never know what I've heard just to get this chapter finished. O.O Yeah, so I've seen and heard many things while writing this chapter and I'm sorry if it's horrible. So please, bare with me on this.

If I were a rich girl...nanananaaaa. If I had all the money in the world, then I'd own Death Note and this song by Gwen Stefani!

The following conversations take place between 9:04 PM and 9:14 PM

Mello glared at Night. "What did you say...?" He asked, thinking he heard wrong. With that, Night's face turned redder than the color red.

"Nothing..." She lied. More like squeaked, because when she said it, she practically squeaked. Anyway, she didn't want Mello to know that she thought he was cute. Just thinking about it made her blush even more. This, obviously, wasn't good.

"You're blushing, what did he say?" Mello wanted the truth.

"She thinks you're cute." Sidoh answered with no hesitation. If he said it once, he can say it again. When he said that esponse, Night covered her face so she could turn invisble. We all would love to turn invisble. But sadly, she didn't turn invisible. Mello just rolled his eyes.

"Well, isn't that cute?" One of the mafia dudes teased. Then Mello walked towards Night and removed her hands from her face.

"So you think I'm cute." He teased her. Night nodded, her face still red from all that blushing. "Well, isn't that nice?" He said in a sarcastic tone. She couldn't take the torture anymore. For her it was torture. We're not sure about anyone else would think.

"Okay--I get it! You hate it!" Night groaned. "Now stop torturing me!" This time she whined.

"I'm not torturing you--and I don't hate you." Mello laughed at what she was saying.

"You...don't?" To night, it felt like a Kodak moment. HAH! Get it? To Night? Tonight?! Hah? No? Man, my jokes are getting old.

"I don't love you and I don't hate you, if that makes you feel any better." When he said that, her blush cleared up. Now her face was white again! Yaay! Then she checked her watch.

"Oh, I better get going." She anounced. More like LIED!

"It's only--" Sidoh began.

"Time to gooo!" Night cut him off. Then she walked out the door. Sidoh followed her. Then Mello began to get suspicious of why she was leaving so quickly. Then he followed them out the door.

The following takes place between 9:15 PM and 9:21 PM

Night was walking with no knowledge of Mello following her. When she heard footsteps, she turned around, then gasped. "What're you doing?!" She shriked. Mello simply laughed at her. Apparently he took joy in scaring little girls. (For the record, Night is 17 and Mello is 19...OOOHHH YYEEEAAAH! . . Ahem...back to the story)

"What made you leave so early?" He asked, recovering from scaring the living daylights out of Night.

"I dunno." Night shrugged. In the backround, Sidoh was laughing. What a wonderful concept! "...What's your problem?!" She snapped at him. When he heard her snap, Sidoh shut up.

"Sorry, you told me it's because--"

"My parents expect me home before midnight." Night laughed nervously, trying not to let the same thing that happened earlier happen again. Then she sighed. "Okay, look, if you're going to be staying at my house, then don't act suspicious!" She told him.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't!" Mello smirked. That worried Night.

The following takes place between 10:02 PM and 10:19 PM...yes the mafia hideout is really far away from Night's house. You got a problem?! Bring it up with the story writer!

When Night arrived at home, her brother and mother were watching TV. "Who's your friend?" Her brother teased.

"Shut up!" Night growled between her teeth. Then her mother got up from her seat on the couch. She completely ignored her pink-haired daughter's blonde friend. When Mello saw Night's mother, he had a shock. Her hair was bleached blonde and she was wearing a simpy tanktop and short shorts. Don't worry, though. Those are just what she wears to sleep. The mother looked twenty, but she was actually thirty-five. The artificial blonde had a paper in her hand.

"Your father sent you this letter."

Oooohhhh yyeeeaaaahhh!!

Mello: What is it you and the Kool-Aid man?

What is it with you and chocolate?

Mello: Touche...

Okay, I'm sorry if this chapter isn't so...great. Just keep in mind that I've been places and heard things while writing this chapter. O.O

Mello: Like...?

SHUT THE -eef!- UP! Oh, by the way, you ran into a star while reading this chapter. Well, let me explain it.
- Yeah, so I just to make sure you all understood that joke. Two people out of two people I asked understood it. I hope you all do, too. If you don't...well too bad! Naah, I think it's pretty self explanitory!