Nope, I'm not from the U.K. :(

I may be able to find something, although I don't want to pay for a fifty dollar vest in quarters. That would suck.

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It was raining out. Matt was away, and would be for about four days. I was all alone, and on this particular cold, rainy night, our heater had broken. Normally in this kind of situation I would just cling onto Matt for warmth or make him fix it. Matt was gone. I don't know how to fix heaters.

I walked through our home, looking for my snuggie. They actually do make black leather snuggies - or, they did for me. You know, special exceptions for mafia leaders and all. Finally I found it, in a cardboard box labeled "Stuff to get rid of".

"What?" I muttered, putting it on. Sure, I hadn't worn it for a while, but that may have been because we (thought) we had gotten our heater fixed, and it was only September. I decided to look through the box, to see if there was anything else I wanted to keep.

The first thing I pulled out was a Magic Eight Ball. We didn't really have a use for that, so I placed it to the left of the box. I went through the box, placing what I wanted to keep on the right and what could go on the left. Eventually there were only a few things left in the box. A dishtowel, a hairbrush, and a gun.

A Colt Anaconda, to be exact.

Even more exact?

My first ever gun.

I took it out of the box, looking at it. It brought back a lot of memories from Wammy's House, all the way when I was eight. Young, innocent, not obsessed with beating Near yet, Beyond wasn't killing people, and the Death Note hadn't been dropped to Earth. God, it was slightly depressing.

I lay on the couch in my snuggie, looking at the gun. I had found it when I was eight, a week before I met Matt.


The classroom had 21 desks total. I had the gun, and a bag of chocolate, hidden inside my desk, as both weren't allowed during class. I was in the corner of the rectangle, and Near was opposite me. There was a radius of two people around me, and a radius of one person around Near. I was apparently "scary" and "antisocial". Damn idiots chose to sat away from me, I didn't tell them to or anything.

"This is Matt. He just got here, so be sure to give him a warm welcome!" Somebody said. I looked up. A boy who looked about a year younger than me walked over. He had short red hair, and green eyes. He took the desk directly next to me, and a murmur went through the room.

"Hi, I'm Matt." He held out his hand. "Who are you?"

"..."

It wasn't that I didn't like him. I was just a little weirded out that he was sitting there. There were other open seats.

"Why are you sitting here?" I asked. I guess eight-year-old me was somewhat scary. I had just started wearing all black, and my hair was the same. Although I didn't wear leather. I've seen eight-year-olds in my kind of black leather, and it's really fucking weird.

"You looked lonely." This... Matt person said. "So I decided to sit here. What's your name?"

"I'm Mello." I looked at his hand, which was still held out. I shook it.

Eventually I found out that we would be sharing a room. Apparently some people were thrilled that I had a friend. I didn't have a friend, though, the dumbass was just following me around. Eventually he'd make friends with other people and I could be alone again. That was what I thought I wanted, I guess.

"I've brought everything here!" Matt said proudly, sitting in the middle of my room. My room. Which was full of goddamn video games.

"What in the world?" I shouted. "What-"

"It's all my games." He got onto one of the beds. I admit to being vaguely impulsive when I was eight. I grabbed the anaconda and shot at the n64. It was only the second or third time I had actually shot anything, so my aim wasn't the best. I managed to screw up some of the plastic and hit a controller.

"You - you jerk!" Matt shouted. He ran out of the room. Good riddance, or so I thought. He never returned to the room, and since we had to be in our rooms by 9, I decided to find out where he was. I ended up looking all over the building with no luck. The grounds weren't actually that big, and I could navigate them okay. To somebody new, though, there was a slight possibility of getting lost. I ran outside, making sure not to get caught.

"Matt?" I called. "Matt?" There was no response. I had searched the entire property, and didn't find a trace of him. So, he must have left. Leaving the property was number 5 on the list of things I avoided like the plague. But, I felt as if I had to find Matt. I crossed the road, and ran down the sidewalk. It was pretty cold out.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only about 30 minutes later, I finally found him. He had a Game Boy with him. Of course.

"Matt?" I walked over. He glanced at me.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"I'm... I'm-" I sat down next to him. "I-I noticed that you hadn't come back, and I-I... got worried." I explained.

"I'm fine." He said, in an angry voice.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Matt asked, looking at his game.

"Yes. I... I want to be your friend. There's nobody here that I like at all."

"So, you're lonely." He didn't move his head from the game.

"Yeah. C-can we go back?"

"Sure."

We walked back to Wammy's House, where the math teacher chewed us out for hours because we were out late. Normally this thing would bother me, but I was perfectly fine.


Crash!

I sat up, pointing my gun at the door. I pulled the trigger in my nervousness, and shot a hole through the door. Damn. I was gonna need to get that fixed. Especially since that was the front door, and rain was starting to blow in. I put the gun on the table and went to sleep.


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