AN: Hey! Updating again! I love my reviewers and anyone who has added me to favorites/alerts. And now I would like to take a moment to address my lovely flamer who left me a darling little comment.

"This is just really bad. Oh sorry, you were probably getting abused by your

fag step father when you wrote it and you probably liked it. Do the world a

favor fag and kill yourself? At least we will get no more crap like this."

If my writing is so terrible, why did it take you three chapters to tell me so? I'm all fine and dandy when it comes to constructive criticism, but you gave me no advice except that I should kill myself, which is a touch overboard, don't ya think? And what do you mean, "we", because nobody else seems to have a problem with my story. Also, I am real girl, not Pinocchio, so please stop calling me a bundle of sticks. Next, I have a biological father who is, like me, not made out of wood, and who most certainly does not abuse me, which being an internet stranger you wouldn't know since you know absolutely nothing about me or my family. Lastly, at least I have the balls to post my work on the internet for others to critique, but you're too much of a wimp to even post a signed comment.

For the others: Everyone was saying that they love Matt, so I give him to you once more. I love you, and here's the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the amazing Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young" (If you do not like either of these things, I now ask you to imagine me glaring at you and telling you none too politely to GET OUT!)

Warnings: Yaoi (but no lemons, I wouldn't be able to write that), swearing, and Mello (although he's Christian in this story)

KINDLY review!

But That Never Hurt No One

Mello POV

I stormed away from Matt and his obnoxious friends, muttering to quietly to myself about, "Gutsy gay people… I'm not really that white… I might need a bit of a tan, but…" Feeling self conscious, I did a quick scan of the lunch room to see if I could find someone pastier than me to sit with. That was when I saw the whitest kid I could have possibly imagined. I didn't sit with him though, he looked kinda busy stroking the floor… I spun around, lost and confused, to be met face to face with…

"Matt?" He was smirking a little bit, which made me want to smack him. "You looked confused, so I came over here to remind you that MY friends would LOVE to meet you. I'm going back to my, sorry OUR, room now, love, so good bye." And then he grabbed me by the ears and kissed me on the forhead, running away before I could turn him black blue.

Coward

Matt POV

So picture this: You're an innocent little redhead/brunette/green-haired-alien (AN: I still have no idea, so you choose), just sitting on your bed, doing your homework, when in storms your mean, angry, in-denial roommate complaining about fags (AN: ohhh… maybe my flamer was Mello!). You notice that he's just ADORABLE when he's angry, so you go up and give him a friendly, very innocent slap on the ass. And then…

He reduces you to a crying mess in your bathroom trying to use cover-up to make two VERY PAINFUL black eyes a little less noticeable.

I wonder if L ever has to deal with this.

AN: IDK if the kiddos should even know L at this point, but let's assume they do for the sake of that joke. This chapter was kind of weird and was really only longer because of the first author's note. I'm sure you can all guess who the little white kid was. I hope you loved it.

Love ya like you're muffins,

BeautifulLie1313 (I'll give virtual ramen to anyone who gets the meaning behind my name)