A/N: And the new chapter ^-^ Oh by the way guys, I have a question. How long should I keep this story going for? Contemplate that while you read ^^
Skilfully navigating between the tables and criss-crosses of aisles, Matt made himself through the maze and ended up where the bunch of people had just came in, and were now seating themselves quite comfortably. No, wait, not quite comfortably. One of them was sitting with their legs tucked up on the chair. Another one was sitting in a similar position, but only with one leg. Matt frowned and tried to ignore the sight.
He quickly laid down the plates, knives and forks, and menus, before watching expectantly as the customers browed through. He managed to catch snippets of their conversation, which sounded rather strange.
"Not enough sugar," one of them was complaining.
"Why is chocolate not in the list of main courses?" a blond teen growled loudly. Matt instinctively shied away from him.
"I don't want anything," another teen said. But he had white hair and seemed to be wearing something close to pyjamas.
The only one who seemed to have any sense was a man who was in his late teens or early twenties, with brown hair and a face nobody could dislike. "I will take a chicken casserole for my main please," he told Matt, who nodded. The brunet continued, "and for my entree and dessert, potato chips. Original."
All thoughts of this man having sense flew out the window with that statement. Matt nodded furiously and scribbled something like 'insane' on his notepad, before hurriedly crossing it out and writing 'potato chips' instead.
"I'll a strawberry cake," said the raven-haired man who was sitting in a funny position. "Extra sugar and icing."
Matt scribbled that down too. "And the main course?"
The man frowned and cocked his head to one side. "That is the main course."
Matt was extremely weirded out by now. He turned to the blond who, without being prompted, said, "Chocolate. Chocolate cake for entree, chocolate for main and chocolate ice-cream for dessert."
"Riiiiight."
"Was that sarcasm, four-eyes?" shot the blond.
Matt winced. And he wasn't even wearing glasses. "Of course not, sir. How could I put sarcasm in one word?"
"You're not getting any tips," the blond said blandly.
Like I'd want tips from them, thought Matt. "And you, sir?" he asked, turning to the albino.
"Nothing."
"Right, well ..." Matt couldn't really see the point of coming into a restaurant if you weren't going to eat anything, but he gave them his warmest smile possible in situations like this. "It'll be ready in ... erm, yeah."
He zipped away as fast as possible.
-xox-
Literally a minute later, the blond one (who, Matt could now see, was dressed in all leather, despite the impracticality of it all) walked right up to the doors of the kitchen and demanded to know when his chocolate was going to be ready.
"Soon!" yelled one of the chefs, by the name of Matsuda. True to his word, the chocolate came out first, only a few minutes later. And, of course, it was unlucky Matt who had to deliver it to the table.
"Chocolate cake," he said, putting the cake down in front of the blond one.
The one who looked suspiciously like a panda (Matt couldn't help but wonder if they were related) raised an eyebrow. "And mine?"
"Erm ... It's coming?" Or at least, Matt really hoped so. Matsuda had a knack of destroying everything he touched.
"Mello's not allowed to eat until mine comes," proclaimed the panda-man.
The one who was probably named Mello fumed. "What, L? Just because mine came first!"
"That's because you threatened them," said the brunet.
"Shut up, Yagami!"
"You're also awfully loud, Mello," said the sheep-looking one.
And from that simple conversation, Matt learned all their names. Not that he was trying to eavesdrop. Not at all. What gave you that idea? Anyway, the blond one was, obviously, called Mellow. And panda-man was Ell. Or El. Or possibly even L or Elle. Who knew? The brunet with half a sense that isn't really sense is called Yagami. And ... well, the sheep can still be the sheep.
"I'll just ... um ..." Matt quickly snuck out of sight.
-xox-
Thank the Holy Lord of Video Games that Matt didn't have to see that queer group ever again ... until the very end of his shift. He sighed forlornly as he carried the potato chips (that was dessert for the Yagami) over. There were 15 minutes left for his shift! Oh Holy Lord of Video Games, please make time run faster! Nonetheless, he had no choice but to quickly place the chips down and run away as fast as possible.
Or at least, that was what he had planned. And did it work?
Nah.
"I don't like this brand of chips!" said Yagami immediately, as soon as Matt placed it down. "Why did you give me Sangria (1) flavoured Kettle Chips? Why do wine chips even exist? I thought I told you I wanted original and only original!"
[(1) This is somewhat of an inside joke, but sangria is a type of wine]
"Well geez!" snapped Matt, finally losing his temper uncharacteristically, "I'm so sorry!"
Mello nodded. "I like this guy. I really like this guy. Can we keep him, L?"
L looked from Mello to Matt to Light to Near, and then to Mello again. "Sure."
Mello whooped. Matt frowned, and Light scowled. "Potato chips, please? Original, this time!"
Matt sighed. Fifteen minutes ... another fifteen minutes! Please, Holy Lord of Video Games, just fifteen minutes!
"Alright, Matty-boy!" said Mello excitedly. "You're coming with us!"
"Wait." Matt's frown depend. "How did you even know I was called Matt?"
Mello blinked. "Well, it was the first name I thought of. I was going to call you Matt even if you weren't really named Matt."
"What the hell?" demanded Matt.
"Yeah, you make no sense, Mello," said the pyjama-wearing sheep.
"Shut up, albino sheep!" hissed the blond. "Anyway, come on Matty! Let's go!"
"Huh?" Matt intelligently remarked.
"You're coming with us," repeated Mello very firmly. "Let's go."
"Um, no thank you sir," said Matt. "I'd rather just finish 15 minutes of my shift and then leave, thank you very much."
Mello looked horrified. "He's refusing to come with me!" he sobbed. "How could he?"
"There there, Mello," sighed L. "He has abandonment issues," he explained to Matt.
"Right." Well, Matt really didn't want to be here any longer than necessary. He immediately rushed off, and was never seen again.
-xox-
The next day...
"Hey!" cried Mello. "You're the waiter I saw last night?"
Matt adjusted his goggles and tried his very best to look like a different person. He hid his head lower into his PSP. He knew he shouldn't have come out into the open so early! "Um, no I'm not," said Matt. "What waiter? I'm just a perfectly nice guy!"
"Yeah, sure," said Mello, rolling his eyes. "And I'm in the Mafia."
"You are?"
"No, Matty! "
"I'm not Matty!" Matt insisted.
Mello pouted and stared up at Matt with his tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes. Suddenly, cat ears and a tail appeared, and he shrank into chibi form.
"Okay okay, I'm Matty," Matt sighed, unable to resist the cuteness. "So who are you?"
"Mello," said Mello, and he suddenly materialized into his normal form. "You're coming home with me!"
"N-N-No thanks..." Matt quickly edged away from him.
Mello's eyes narrowed. He reached into his jacket pocket. "You're. Coming. Home. With. Me. Or. Else." Out from his pocket he took a piece of chocolate, which he quickly bit off with a dramatic CRACK!
"Or else what?" asked Matt.
Mello thought for a moment. He thought and thought and wracked his brain. "I don't know."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"I see."
"So, wanna come home with me?"
"No."
"Please, Matty?"
"No."
Mello burst into tears. "WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU?" he sobbed melodramatically. Maybe that was where his name came from.
Matt tried to ignore the stares coming from strangers, shifted a bit further away, and tried to look as innocent as possible.
A/N: Ahaha, please tell me that was at least semi-decent. And does everyone remember the question from up there? How long should I keep this story going for? Because there doesn't seem to be too many reviewers, and this was the last of my chapters written in NaNoWriMo so...I'm out xDD
Reviewwww and tell me what you think ^^
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