Disclaimer: Do I even need to say that I don't own Death Note?
AN: Okay. I am back. Fo'rizzles. Yeah. Writer's block, school, marching band, play practice, etc. My life was so freaking hectic. Also, the thing about reviews being set to private or something like that – I don't know how to fix that. T///T Help me out?
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Chapter 10 – Shit Hits The Fan Again
Misa jumped and latched onto Kristy, who was holding onto a pillow for dear life. Takada gasped and closed her eyes. No and Mikami grabbed onto each other, but let go immediately. Beyond sat there studying his nails. L and Light continued making out.
Mat squeezed my hand and rolled his eyes as if to say, "This movie is so stupid." I squeezed his hand back and nodded. He jerked his hand towards the door and I shrugged. We got up from our spots on the floor.
"What are you doing?" Beyond asked, seeing us stand up.
"We're going out for a walk," Matt replied.
"Are you sure that's safe?" Mikami asked, looking at me, "After all – "
"We'll be fine," Matt said, half-shrugging. He tugged on my hand, leading me to the door.
I shivered once we got outside and he wrapped his arm around me. I looked up at him, smiling.
"Don't look at me like that," he said, pulling me closer to him.
"Why not?" I gave him my attempt at puppy-dog eyes, just to be mean.
"Like that!" he pouted, which I found extremely cute.
"Only if you don't look at me like that," I replied.
"Like what?" he mimicked me, grinning coyly.
I rolled my eyes, "You fucking retard."
He rolled his eyes back at me, "Hey, you're my boyfriend!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I bumped him with my hip, not letting him know that whenever he said something like that, my heart raced and my life lit up.
Damn, I'm such a freaking pussy.
"That you're dating a retard!" He replied to my question, bringing me back from my thoughts.
"Hey!" I bumped him with my hip again, "My cousin's retarded, stop saying that!"
He bumped me back, "You said it first!"
"So? It's still not nice."
"True. Where are we going anyways?"
I shrugged, "Wherever the road takes us."
"We're on a sidewalk."
I rolled my eyes and we turned, entering a small park.
"Hmm…" Matt hummed in thought.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing," He said, then changed the subject, "I never knew this was here."
"Not a lot of people do," I said.
The park was in the middle of the woods off a side road. It only had a slide and a swing set with two swings and the pond by it was a tad polluted. No child had been here in probably years and the only signs of life were the empty beer bottles, cigarette butts, and condom wrappers littered underneath the slides.
"Shady place," Matt commented, leading me to the swings.
"Yeah," I agreed, "Good thing we're not interrupting someone."
"It's only 11," Matt shrugged, "No one's going to show up until at least midnight."
"True," We sat down on the swings and the rusty chains creaked.
"Why do you think they choose the slide?" he asked, referring to the drunken couples.
"Coverage," I replied, my face turning red.
"But it's cramped under there!"
"Well, they can't exactly use the woods – it's property of some rich family and the couples always get fined for trespassing and such because they find their DNA at the site."
"Creepy," Matt shuddered.
"Yeah. Why would they want that DNA?"
"And why would people…er…here if the land around it is owned?"
"Why would people fuck here anyways?" I countered his question, "After all it's illegal."
"No sense of justice," he shrugged, and then started to swing, making it creak.
"Or pride," I added, "I would prefer meaningful sex in a meaningful place."
"It just depends on the person for me."
"Psh. You whore."
"Yep," he jumped off the swing, "Let's go home, it's nearing midnight."
Home…
Do I even have one anymore?
"Oh…" he must have realized what he just said, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I got up, "Let's go back to L and Beyond's house."
"Okay."
He grabbed my hand and we started walking back, when someone shouted my name – my real name.
I turned around and the rest was like slow motion. My father was there, and he was saying something about me being a worthless faggot. He had a gun, and Matt was jumping in front of me when I heard the gunshots. He fell over, hitting his head on the side of the swing set. There was one more gunshot and my father fell to his knees, his blood and brains splattering the ground.
"Matt!" I screamed, falling to his side, "Matt!"
"Mello…" his voice was weak. No, he can't be…
"Mello…" He said again, "Police, Hospital, L…"
Oh, yeah…
I took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.
HolyshitholyshitholySHIT
"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"
"He…I…old playground…shot…"
"Sir, calm down, where are you?"
"Old playground, off of Setauket, please hurry, he…"
I lost it. For the first time since I told Matt I loved him, I cried. I completely bawled my eyes out.
"Hang on, we'll be there soon."
"Mello…"
"No, don't – "
"Mel…I…"
"Mello?! Matt?!"
"What – crap, crap, crap!"
"I…I…"
"Hang on!"
"Mello? Hello?"
…Matt…