A/N: So yes I have taken a long time to update it I had exams and how the fuck do you even make this Matt x Mello anyway *sigh* anyway I want you all to cry so Mello died because you read this huehuehue. Also sewing cosplays and some personal deep shit I got myself into. And I gave Mello a stammer because it ruined my Spanish oral presentation and I needed to ruin his love life. Sue me. Also the cat keeps sitting on the keyboard FUCK OFF ELVIS. SERIOUSLY. SOMEONE HELP ME MOVE THIS CAT FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Also if the stammer seems a bit exaggerated at times I'm not making fun of anything, that's how mine sounds and I have never met another person with a stammer. ALSO HAPPY MATT X MELLO DAY! EIGHTH OF JULY! :D Also in this one they'll be just friends to celebrate the importance of friendship yissss...!

Fake Tales of San Francisco/echo through the room/more point to a wedding disco/without a bride or groom/There's a super cool band yeah/with their trilbies and their glasses of white wine/and all the weekend rock stars in the toilets/practicing their lines.

I don't want to hear you/(Kick me out, kick me out)/I don't want to hear you no/(Kick me out, kick me out)/I don't want to hear you no/(Kick me out, kick me out)/I don't want to hear you, I don't want to hear your…

Fake Tales of San Francisco/echo through the air/and there's a few bored faces in the back/all wishing they weren't there/and as the microphone squeaks/a young girl's telephone beeps/yeah she's dashing for the exit/oh, she's running to the streets outside/"Oh you've saved me," she screams down the line/"The band were fucking wank/and I'm not having a nice time".

I don't want to hear you/(Kick me out, kick me out)/I don't want to hear you no/(Kick me out, kick me out)/Yeah but his bird thinks it's amazing, though/so all that's left/is the proof that love's not only blind but deaf.

He talks of San Francisco, he's from Hunter's Bar/I don't quite know the distance/but I'm sure that's far/yeah, I'm sure that's pretty far/yeah, I'd love to tell you all my problem/you're not from New York City, you're from Rotherham/so get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah/yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Get off the bandwagon, and put down the handbook.

'Pfft,' whispered Mello as he sipped his beer. What did these normal bastards know about being abroad? Bet they'd never even been outside the country. Now, him, he'd been all over…every state in America, China, Japan, France, Russia, Lithuania, Australia, Brazil, Argentina, Bolivia, Kenya, Rwanda…hell, listening to their stories, he could pick out the telltale faults speaking for themselves, quite clearly, that they'd not even been to the next county. Jeez, what a bunch of inbred, idiot losers. White, white, white, sunburn, white, white, white, biracial…stupid town. Stupid, boring town. How had he even gotten himself here, anyway?! He was a bloody comic artist! Just because he needed to draw some authentic churches and pubs and houses…

"Bored, are we, mate? Yeah, these buggers are pretty irritatin'." A red haired teen in an apron had appeared behind the bar. Looked about sixteen. If he was, then the five policemen in The Queen's Arse'ole were doing their jobs terribly. Well, who cares, they were drunk as hell. Red faced, singing…oh, God, were they singing Frank? He had never heard more injustice done to the old crooner than these old men. Butchering My Way, they were. Jesus Christ, he'd heard it better done by twenty five year olds on karaoke night at pubs in Soho. Oh, right. The red haired lad was talking to him. Guess he was a tad drunk as well, seeing as it took him ten whole seconds to focus on the boy's face. "H-h-ho-how o-old are you? Y-y-yo-you look pr-pret-pre…" Mello sighed. Stupid stammer. "Pre-pretty y-young—"

"Young for a bartender? Yeah, Ah get that a lot. Ah'm twenty, in all honesty, mister. You yourself look a wee bit young to be drinkin'…"
"Tw-tw-tw-twe-enty o-one."

"Oh? And what brings yeh to this tinsy little town? Never seen yeh before, and yeh don't look the type to be travel writin'."
"C-com-mic a-art-art-t-tist."

The red haired dude's whole body perked up at the mention of comics. He even stopped polishing the glass to stare at the blond. "Comics? Really? That's awesome!" Mello blinked. Usually, the reception of his job would go more along the lines of 'what a geek!', 'loner' and fake praise. A nice surprise, to be honest. Mello smiled. "I-I t-ta-ake i-it y-y-you like c-comics?"

"Like comics? I love the things! What kind d'yeh illustrate?"

"A-act-tion a-a-ad-v-venture. F-f-fan-antas-sy. Sc-sci fi."

"Any famous ones?"

"I did th-the K-King Ra-a-at of N-N-Nev-Never-er-g-g-glade."

The red headed bartender gaped at Mello. "The King Rat of Neverglade?! That's crazy! It's my favourite comic ever! I love it!" The boy blushed and looked down. "Bet yeh get this a lot, don't ye?"

Mello stared surprisedly at the kid. Someone was getting this worked up over a shitty little project his best friend and him had come up with over a couple bottles of wine? Wow. "Uh…n-no, a-act-ctual-ly…"

"No!? But…Rat King is amazing! It's…the best, just the best!" Looking up shyly, the boy asked, "D'yeh think yeh'd be able to sign my copy? Please?"

"I-I-I guess…do y-you have it w-w-wi-ith y-you?" The boy frowned and shook his head. "No…but, I suppose…we could maybe meet up tomorrow and?..."
"OK. W-what t-t-time?"
"Four? In the churchyard?"

"C-cool. I'll s-see you th-there." Mello finished his beer, got up and the barboy went back to polishing glasses, but with a slightly less bored expression on his face.

Mello walked into the churchyard at 3:55…he hated being late….but the red haired boy was there already, sitting on the wall, playing on a gameboy. Beep beep, boop boop. He was hammering down on the buttons with his thumbs furiously, and his face displayed an expression of determination and frustration. It was quite interesting to watch, actually. So Mello stood and watched until the boy noticed. When he did, he laughed and moved forward, bringing a pen out of his pocket.

"H-have yo-you got th-the c-comic?"

"Course! Look, 'ere." The boy held out a (limited edition) copy of Mello's most successful comic.

"A-and who is it t-to?"

"Matt."

Mello signed the comic (To Matt, from your friend Mello :3)and handed it to the boy.

"S-so, Matt, h-how are you?"

"Fine, thanks. Uh…seeing as yeh'll probably be needin' some guidance round the village, hows bout Ah do it? Ah know every nook 'nd cranny there is!"

"Th-thanks! I'd re-really ap-preciate it!"

"Yeh've got to leave so soon? But yeh only got 'ere a few days ago! What a shame…."

"I l-like y-you, and y-you're a good ar-art-tist…do you th-think y-you co-could h-h-h-elp-p me?... L-like…w-with the dr-dra-awings…."

"Oh me God, really!? Yeh've got no idea 'ow much that means to me! Should I give you my email?"

"Y-yeah, su-sure."
The two eschanged emails and Mello got on a train goodbye town goodbye Matt.

gogglesgunsandgames
RE: Hi!

Hey, Mello! How are you doing?

chocolategunsandrosaries

RE: Hi!
Hey, Matt! I'm doing good, thanks, you?

gogglesgunsandgames

RE: Hi!

Fine!

So, how's the new series going?

chocolategunsandrosaries

RE: Hi!

It's going pretty well, thanks. We're looking for a publisher.

gogglesgunsandgames

RE: Hi!

That's awesome! Really great!

chocolategunsandrosaries

RE: Hi!

Yep! We've found one. The dude in charge is pretty cool.

gogglesgunsandgames

RE: Hi!

Ooh! Let me know when it comes out, please!

chocolategunsandrosaries

RE: Hi!

Sure will, friend! ^^