Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own Death Note. Sorry. 'Coz if I did, Mello would rule the world, Matt would be alive longer, Light would be gay with Mikami, Misa would be smarter and L would own Willy Wonka's chocolate factory.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"You said something… Matt… what?"

"Dude, it's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning, what the hell would I have to say… Mello?"

"Where are the people?"

"What the he - "

Mello's eyes were closed, heavy breathing following each sentence. He rolled over, Matt, in the bed next to him, sat up, and stared. "Mello? Are you having a nightmare?" Matt could almost care less if he was; only because it was 3 in the morning and Matt was hungry. "Shut up and go to sleep."

"Don't touch me!" Mello moaned, his arms flaring around, throwing the bed covers off of him. "Matt! Matt! Where'd you go?"

Would Mello just shut up already! "Mello, I'm right here, now go to sleep. Shut up, my God."

Shit. Matt was fully awake, and he wasn't going back to sleep after this. Mello seemed to have calmed down, and Matt took out his DS.

THUNK.

"- the hell?"

Mello had fallen out of the bed, and now was awake. "Matt! What the fuck was that! Don't throw me out of bed, what? Where are we?"

He obviously wasn't fully awake, yet. "Mello. You were having a nightmare. We're at Wammy's. What did you think… where did you think we were?"

"So you threw me out of bed? Real Mature." Mello got up, and stood for a couple seconds, and with half open eyes, sat on Matt's bed. "Goodnight."

"Mello, this is my bed." Matt looked at the blonde, whom now curled into a little ball at the end of the bed. "Melloooo…. Get up." The heap at Matt's feet now began to snore, and he knew there was no way on this little earth that he was gonna get Mello off him now. He wasn't going to go to sleep anyway, so it really didn't matter. Matt took off the covers from on top of him, and put them on the blonde.

"Matt?"

Oh, please, dear God, not again.

"Yeah?"

This time Mello didn't answer, instead, he rolled over and stretched out his feet. Matt had barely any room, but he figured he could just go to Mello's bed.

Damnit, his feet were stuck. Mello's legs were ontop of Matt's, and Mello looked so peaceful. He didn't want Mello to curse him out, again, and disturb other people that may be in nearby rooms. Matt took out the pillow he was leaning on, and leaned forward, his legs started to strain, and touched Mello's head. Mello curled back into a ball and released Matt's feet, and on cue, without wasting a minute, Matt crawled to Mello. He picked up the blonde's head and placed the pillow underneath. Mello, disturbed now, murmured something in a totally different language not native to earth and flung his arm over Matt's head, and pulled him close to his chest.

Damnit! Would he just get off! Matt's butt was in the air, his red head pulled to the bed. He was held in said position for a minute or so, and finally he couldn't take it anymore. He lay down next to Mello, his head still trapped by the chocolate – addicted teen.

Matt's eyes slowly began to close, heavy breathing following. Mello's other arm grabbed Matt's, and he snored louder.

Matt slowly fell into sleep, very comfortable were he was, but knowing, that in the morning, all this would be his fault.