Yay! A new chapter! Ok, so pretty soon, I'm going away on holidays :O Yeah, plural! Ok, so next week I'll update as normal, then I think that... the next weekend should be fine.. and then I'm going to France, and I'll be getting back late Sunday, but I'll have to post then because on Monday I'm heading off to America with Mello for two weeks! Whew, I'm gonna be so jetlagged when I get back XD But if there's no internet there, I'll be posting as soon as I get back! Wow I just spoke a lot XD Anyway :D

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Warnings - Um.. bad language? LE GASP!

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"Hey, we should get back… I mean fucking hell Mello, I'm starving!"

Mello sighs exasperatedly. "Matt, you're just unbelievable," he mutters into my ear, before releasing me and moving away to finish redressing himself. I simply look embarrassed and feel bad becauseI really need a shower. Damn. But I feel crappy now, like I've upset him. Just… shit.

"What would you like to eat?"

I barely even register the question, slightly distracted by my growing depression that was centered on how I was sure that I'd managed to hurt his feelings. Damn.

I didn't realize tears must've started to well up in my eyes until he was in front of me, gently dabbing at my cheeks with his fingertips, expression soft.

"I never took you to be the kinda guy that would get emotional after sex," he states, looking slightly surprised. I swear; he's so blunt about things sometimes. Huh. I simply shrug, trying to look away, but he catches my face between his palms and forces me to keep looking at him. "Hey now, I never meant to make you feel that I was trying to force you into things… Well… Oh whatever, you know what I mean. Look, my point is, I was wrong to assume I knew what you wanted. Sorry."

I look slightly shocked. He thinks I didn't want him? I just want to be able to get home without passing out… Oh, I'm so confused. Damn my teenage hormones to hell. Naturally, I do the only thing I can think of. Which is to hug him and attack his face and neck with kisses. Wow I'm a sappy bastard sometimes.

Now it's his turn to look shocked, not entirely sure what the hell was going on, I suppose.

"Mello, I'm just tired and hungry, 'kay?" I squeal – again, damn teenage hormones making my voice go funny – holding tightly onto him, making a point of refusing to let go, even when we both topple to the ground, badly overbalancing from my onslaught.

He simply chuckles a little, stroking my hair as I continue to hang onto him, making it impossible for us to stand up. This carries on for a few minutes, making me feel very much like a little kid again. I think he made a point of referring to me as a puppy while I was glomping and kissing him. Huh. Kinda truthful, given the circumstances, I suppose.

It's nice to feel young for once, sometimes I feel like everything's just starting to go mentally out of control and all that crap… Still, it comes to an abrupt end when my stomach decides to grumble loudly, and I am immediately hauled to my feet and dragged – after I'd picked up all my stuff – from the studio to the beautiful sound of promises of food. And lots of it.

And this was how we found ourselves outside of some random place that was kind enough to sell about a million different types of pastry foods, both savory and sweet. Fucking. Awesome. It's a small store, but there were a number of tables and chairs outside, so once we got our food and drinks (sausage roll and Red Bull for me, chocolate muffin and Cola for him) we went to sit at one of those. Even though it's starting to get pretty late, it's still nice and warm, and there're still a number of people wandering around.

Despite this, very few people were actually going in and out of the little shop we were just in, most people simply hurrying by. Actually, I stop noticing after a little while because I get completely distracted, in conversation with Mello. It was really just idle chatter, but I don't notice there was anyone else around until two people suddenly joined our table, their voices familiar as one chastised the other for interrupting.

Looking up, I instantly recognized the twin faces, one with a cheerful grin and red eyes – wait, what? Red eyes? – and the other looking completely blank, with maybe a hint of a pout on his lips. Or perhaps that's just my imagination.

"Mello, what a pleasant surprise." L's voice is monotonous, as per usual (apparently) and I couldn't help but notice that I am left out of the greeting. Mello seems to notice too, and promptly threw an arm round my shoulders.

"Yeah, same to you," he replies, immediately being pulled into a conversation that I can't be bothered to listen to, instead moving to focus onto B instead. He's staring at me with those weird-ass eyes of his anyway.

"Hey Matt, how's it going?" he questions brightly, sounding pretty much opposite to his older counterpart, his voice bubbling full of energy. I shrug a little, tearing off a bit of my roll and doing my best to ignore the fact that he just stuck his hand straight into a pot of jam. Ew.

"Yeah, not too bad, thanks. So um… What're you two doing here?" B shrugs this time; sucking his fingers clean and removing them from his mouth with a gross, wet sort of popping sound.

"Oh, y'know. L wanted something sweet and he'd already cleaned the house right out. So we went out, and here we are!" I nod slowly, before smiling. I have to say; I prefer this kid to L. L's just creepy. No fucking joke.

We both finish off our food in silence – it's scary how fast that guy can eat jam, seriously – while the two 'grown-ups' chatter about hell knows what. B rocks back in his chair, looking faintly suprised when L's arm goes around his shoulders and tugs him back down. I'm vaguely aware that Mello is still holding onto me in much the same way, and I let my head fall against his shoulder.

It's frankly pretty weird, seeing another couple acting the same way that Mello and I did, especially in the exact same circumstances… Really fucking weird actually. Damn.

All of a sudden, my happy daydreaming – ok fine, explicit fantasies – were interrupted by louder speech.

"Well, B and I ought to be getting back now; we wouldn't want Near to worry." B nods, looking bored.

"Eh, the albino puffball probably won't care either way," he mutters, earning himself a light cuff round the head from L. Possibly the most violent thing I've ever seen the guy do. Seriously.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry you're related to him, ok? Don't bother starting your rant about how I shouldn't insult those who're allowing me to live with them, because you know you'd never kick me out. Let's go." He grins, turning to me and holding up two fingers – the peace sign. I return the gesture, smiling as he grabs hold of L's arm and cuddles up against him while they walk off.

Mello smiles; pulling me closer and gently kissing my forehead. "We should get home too, Firehead," he murmurs, using his old nickname for me. I simply nod.

"L and B are happy together… Aren't they?" For a moment, he looks a little surprised at my question, before nodding as we stood up.

"Yeah, they are."

"I'm happy too. With you."

Oooh, it be fluff? :D Hee hee... Oh well :) Um, thankies to the two whole people that reviewed me last chapter.. The fact that at least someone did makes me happy ^^ Yay, I sound stupid :D Ah well, maybe some more reviews this time? Pretty please? :D I'll give you all cookies :D Plus, I need inspiration if I'm gonna be away soon! So give me ideas! :D And do my poll if you've got the time? :)

Au revoir! Lmao, I spoke a different language XD