UGH! My school is full of immature dumbasses, I SWEAR!! There are very, veryfew people in this school with decent brains in their heads. Okay, so I wrote "WTF" on the board in Math (we were all writing on the board as practice) because I was confused, right? So, this dumbass is like "Hey, she wrote something vulgar on the board!" ... Seriously, was that reallynecessary? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's great that you know how to use a big word like 'vulgar,' but... (Yes, I knowI was being immature by writing it on the board in the first place, and I'll be the first one to admit that I'm immature, but at least it's above the maturity level of the person who decided to tattle.) Anyway, that's my semi-angry rant for the day. I promise I won't take it out on poor Matty... He's got enough crap on his plate. XD
When Matt felt it safe, he ventured out of the bedroom and into the living room where Mello was currently sitting, watching the news... Probably more crap about Kira, but Matt didn't care about that. He was only focused on one thing right now... Well, okay, make that two. Those things were: getting his GameBoy and managing to sneak past Mello with his laptop so he could start hacking into the President's computer. As terrible as that sounds, he really wasdoing it for a good reason. Unfortunately, he hadn't taken two steps out of the room before Mello asked, "Matt, what are you skulking around for?"
Matt froze, "I thought you were sleeping," He lied, knowing that this was a terrible excuse even before Mello turned an accusing glare on him.
"You suck at lying. What are you trying to do? Run away and join the circus?" Yes, this couldbe seen as a lame, over-used joke... Or it could be Mello referring to Near as the circus... Either way, he was wrong.
"No, I was looking for my GameBoy." This, at least, was part of the truth... And it was believable, too... Though it still didn't answer Mello's original question, so he decided to jump to another conclusion.
"And your cigarettes?" He added, narrowing his gaze.
Matt sighed, deciding to prefer the verbal abuse that would come from health risks to the verbal (and possibly physical) abuse of announcing that he was going to help Near. "You caught me," He held his hands up, surrendering for something that he was not even guilty of. Mello glared at him for a moment in silence, then returned his attention to the television. Matt stared at him, confused, "...You're not going to yell at me? Are you feeling okay?"
"No, there's just no point in arguing. You're obviously hiding something, and you're not going to tell me what it is no matter howI try to force it out of you." Mello replied, making Matt feel quite guilty. For a moment, he even considered calling the whole deal with Near off... But then he remembered what he was getting out of it and pushed the thought aside.
"I'm going to help you," Matt mumbled, getting Mello's attention once again. "But I won't be able to unless I do something you won't like..."
"What's that, Matt?" Mello turned the rest of his body, now, so that he was completely facing Matt. Apparently, he thought Matt would actually spill all of the details.
"...I can't tell you." He muttered, suddenly seeming to find the floor quite interesting.
"Why the hell not?!" Mello snapped, standing up so fast he almost knocked the couch over.
"I just can't!" Matt told him, trying to match his tone, "I'm telling you, you'd be even more pissed than you are now if I told you! You have your secrets, I have mine!"
"I don't care about secrets! Matt, just tell me, are you helping Near or not?!"
Dumbfounded, Matt blinked, staring at Mello. Trying to play it off as a joke, Matt asked, "What are you talking about, Mello?"
"You wouldn't be so evasive if it didn't have something to do with him! So what is it?!"
Matt looked away. There was no way he could keep it a secret now... "I'm helping him get the President's attention."
"What do you mean 'get the President's attention?' Why does he need that?"
"...He wants to come to America, too." Mello was about to say something, but Matt held his hand up to cut him off, "Because he wants to protect Wammy's!"
"..." That was easy enough for Mello to understand. "So what does he want you to- wait, don't tell me-"
"He wants me to hack the President's computer to send him an e-mail."
That little announcement seemed to irk Mello. "Why the fuck would you do that, Matt?!" He growled. Okay... Perhaps 'irk' was a bit of an understatement... He was totally pissed.
"Because he's doing me a favor too!" Matt snapped back, "I told you, I'm going to help you, but I have to help Near first!" Little did Matt know this would only make Mello's mood even worse.
"Near's ALWAYS first!" He was beyond screaming now, and Matt was pretty sure the entire apartment complex was awake... Hopefully they wouldn't get booted out. "Screw Near, let him find his own way of getting to the President, you're not going to help him!"
"But, Mello-!"
"I said you're not!"Mello was now using the tone that clearly stated, 'this conversation is over,' but Matt wasn't ready to give up on it just yet. As previously stated, he could be stubborn, too.
"Then you're not joining the goddamn mafia!" Matt retorted, "Sit down, shut up, and swallow your pride for once! I'm trying to help you! I'm not on his side, I'm on yours, but I can't do it unless I help Near! Just this once-"
"So what is his end of the bargain, Matt?" Mello hissed, now growing more curious, "You've been avoiding that, too."
That was something Matt couldn't do. That part was his idea... And since he was already taking a verbal beating for himself and Near, he couldn't afford to let that slip. "...I can't tell you, Mello, just trust me!"
"I trust you, I don't trust Near!"Mello corrected, "He's just using you, Matt! You're just a pawn to help him get what he wants, you won't get anything in return!"
"...He's not using me, Mello," Matt mumbled, trying to remain calm for both of them. He knew Mello was just holding a childish grudge against Near, and he probably didn't really even know what he was saying anymore, as it was all a natural response to the name... So there was really no reason to even listen to him. "He'll keep his word."
"How do youknow that?!" Mello growled, though he seemed to be running out of steam now.
"I just do! You may not trust him, but I do, Mello. You're the one that didn't want to work with him, remember? I doubt he would really mind helping us." Matt replied, successfully tweaking yet another one of the blonde's nerves.
"Fine, go follow him around then!" Mello snapped, "I don't need you anyway!"
"That's not what I said!" It hurt Matt to hear this, though he knew it wasn't how Mello really felt. Mello often said stupid things in the heat of the moment, and Matt was well aware of this... But it was still painful. "I'm just helping Near this one time for yoursake, then I'll never do anything for him again, okay?" Mello didn't respond to this, and Matt didn't really care. Knowing that his message got across was enough. After gathering his laptop and GameBoy, Matt skulked back off to the bedroom, only faintly aware of the fact that the room was technically Mello's safe-haven.
Damn, I make them fight alot, don't I? Well, I guess I lied about not taking my anger out on poor Matty. My fingers and my brain don't always get along so well. XD