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Joys: Congrats, Matt and said chocolate have been released alot sooner then expected.

You should all be proud:) and thanks to everyone who has reviewed, favourited and alerted us so far!

A LITTLE NOTICE....

BC: Everybody, cast your minds back to chapter 1...

There may have been a bar mentioned called The Back Door.

It Exists!

Joys: Yeah, watch "What a Girl Wants" and you will see the bar in a cameo!

We loled so hard when we saw it, coz we did seriously make it up, but low and behold it's in a movie XD

But anyways... enjoy the chapter!

Matt's POV-

His Pad Thai was lukewarm.

But that was OK; his face was most likely at a temperature that it could deep fry his meal if he concentrated hard enough. He had a vivid mental image of placing cold noodles on his cheeks, waiting until they were crispy and popping them in his mouth.

Matt blinked. If anything had the potential to make this entire ordeal worse, it was stupid thoughts like that.

Mello was twirling his fork around a concoction of peanuts, noodles and small strips of chicken stacked high on his off white plate. Through his curtain of red hair, Matt watched Mello lift the laden utensil towards his lips, consider it, pop it into his mouth and chew.

Watching Mello eat something other than chocolate was strange. Matt couldn't even remember the last time he had seen the blonde eat something of substance. Mello would stare down his food, spear a piece of it, and look at it before sacrificing it to his stomach.

Matt lowered his eyes to his own mixture of reddish chicken and wilted green bok choy. He greatly preferred the sinful little dance Mello's tongue would make with different kinds of chocolate, twisting like professional ballroom dancers.

Matt resisted the urge to stab out his own eye with his butterknife to stop the abysmal puns. Stupid thoughts like that had currently taken up residency in his head, it seemed.

Cutlery clanked around them; despite the apparent seediness of the place it was actually quite popular. Couples were laughing, families were talking loudly, and the waiters were rushing back and forward to retrieve and deliver plates of food. But all their noise was only making the silence of their disastrous meal painfully apparent.

Matt hated them a little for that.

"The waiter keeps looking at us."

Matt snapped his head up to meet Mello's narrowed eyes. The blonde had crossed his arms over his thin chest, mouth set in a tense line.

"The waiter that called us a couple." He clarified.

The waiter that called us a happy couple Matt almost corrected, but bit down on his tongue.

He shifted uncomfortably, accidently knocking his fork onto the ground. He cursed colourfully under his breath, and leaned over to pick it up, blush igniting his cheeks like wildfire.

He straightened, and stabbed his Pad Thai with it. He needed to stab something, and that waiter was out of his reach.

Mello was looking at him bemusedly.

"Please tell me you aren't going to use that." He said, distain written in his posture and tone.

Matt blushed even more. Bring on the noodles.

This wasn't just an occurrence that they would laugh off and Matt could easily forget. This was an ordeal; and a fucking embarrassing one at that.

The waiter appeared again, treading cautiously past Matt's chair.

"Excuse me, sirs?"

"What." Matt answered gruffly into the collar of his jacket. The waiter swallowed, and took the plunge.

"Would you care for any desert tonight?" he asked breathlessly.

Matt clenched his fists. This bastard had the tenacity to come over here, and ask them to spend more time in this hell hole, this perpetual awkwardness, and actually expect them to-

"What have you got?" Mello asked, interested.

The waiter happily blathered on about the specialty fried ice cream and sundae's to Mello, who placed his order promptly, looking so laid back Matt had to wonder if it was really Mello.

Mello met his bewildered stare.

"What?"

Matt blushed and stared at his hands. It seemed to be the only thing he could do right today.

Mello POV-

It was a wonder that kids face hadn't self combusted. It had been a horrible meal, so awkward that Mello had half a mind to get up and walk right out the door, never seeing Matt again, but escaping the situation all the same. That was until Matt dropped his fork on the ground.

The act, although accidental, was utterly hilarious to Mello, and had cheered him right up. He could see how Matt squirmed afterwards, clearly embarrassed by his clumsiness, and Mello did make it worse by showing his disgust to him continuing to use that fork, but other than that… well, it was the most stupid, idiotic way to break the ice, and it worked better then a 10 tonne penguin.

The waiter came over for another visit, Matt glared at him, and if looks could kill, there would be numerous daggers sticking out of every orifice that existed on the little man's body. The thought made Mello snigger, and he gladly ordered some desert. He had never tried Pad Thai before, and he really didn't like it, so he was grateful for anything to take that dreadful taste from his mouth.

"What have you got?" He asked the waiter.

Matt's hatred filled eyes turned incredulous as they directed themselves onto him.

"What?" he asked Matt, knowing full well that the only thing that was on Matt's mind right now was to be as far away from the restaurant as possible, preferably somewhere dark.

"We could always get something later…" Matt was pleading, but Mello wasn't giving up that easily. It had gotten to the point where the night couldn't get any worse. The waiter had mentioned the one thing that had clearly been on the minds of them both, embarrassed them, they had eaten rotten food and were stunned into silence that was so awkward Mello had considered running for it. Now it was just hysterical.

He turned to look at the waiter.

"Do you have chocolate sauce?"

"Why of course we do, it wouldn't be ice cream without chocolate sauce!" The waiter was clearly growing more comfortable, assuming that the boys… well Mello, had forgiven him for his little outburst previously.

"Well that settles it Matt, they have chocolate source, desert is here. Do you want some, or are you just going to sit there and watch me eat?"

"I'm not going to sit there and watch you," Matt mumbled, "But no, I don't want any desert".

"One fried ice cream with chocolate sauce coming right up!" the waiter said, whisking off once again to deliver the order to the head chef.

A few minutes passed, during so Matt had taken to looking out the window, and Mello's ice cream arrived. Digging his spoon into the sugary desert, he took a chunk of ice cream, dipped it into the sauce, spinning the spoon around a few times to wind the chocolate, and popped it into his mouth, concluding with a lick of the spoon. He smiled at Matt.

"Sure you don't want some Mattles?"

He was just torturing him now, and boy it was fun to be in control.

"No. I'm going for some fresh air."

Matt got up from the table, and turned to walk out the door, leaving Mello with his ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Joys: Ok, we've had a few people complain that we kidnapped the manga characters and mention reviews as a randsom...

Sorry to anyone who was offended.

BC: We will leave your precious characters alone *pats them*

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