AN: I wish I could've gotten this out sooner, but I've had a lot to do. My computer is being a spazz bottom, and it's getting harder and harder to use. I wish it was possible to kick a piece of electronics in the balls. Anyway, here's your next chapter, hope you love it.
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)
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Some say it's better but I say it ain't
Matt POV
"Matt, what is up with you? Your grades have dropped dramatically in the past weeks, you never pay attention in any of your classes anymore, and now you're third in the running. Both Mello and Near have gotten ahead of you. I know you're a smart boy. How could this happen?"
"I don't know, Roger," I replied. I had been called to his office for a little "chat". He seemed very concerned about me. I couldn't blame him; I'd been the smartest kid here since I first arrived.
"Matt, tell me… Is Mello… threatening you? Because we can put a stop to that, you don't have to hide it."
"No, no, Mello's a good guy. Have more faith in him." Satisfied with the look on Roger face, I excused myself and slipped out his office, making my way back to the dorm I shared with Mello.
It had been three weeks since I kissed him. We had barely spoken a word since then. But I had still done my part in making him happy, one way or another.
"I AM IN THIRD PLACE NOW, BUT I WILL WIN! I FINALLY HAVE SOMETHING TO AIM FOR, A GOAL, AND BEST FRIEND OR NOT I WILL ACHIEVE MY DREAM!"
I replayed Mello's words in my mind, as I had been doing over and over since he said them. They really stuck a cord with me. In all my time here, although I enjoyed bearing the title of #1, I had never been as driven to become L as he had been in that moment. He's been a tornado of energy since then, focused on one goal, driving towards it as quickly and with as much force as he can. Nothing would stand in his way.
Which is why I had to sabotage my grades. It didn't mean as much to me as it did to him. I really could care less. I would focus my energy now on maintaining third place for as long as it took to help him beat Near in any way I can. Then I would take second place, and he would be in first, and his warm, caring smile would be worth it all.
I opened my door to find that he was not there. "I'm gonna go get some food." I said, to no one in particular. I shut the door again and walked down to the cafeteria.
Mello POV
I sat outside in the courtyard, thinking. Matt is in third place now. The only one who stands in my way is Near. I should be happy about that. And yet…He's so smart, how is it that his grades dropped so suddenly. Is he doing this for me? Trying to get into my pants again? That could explain the kiss...no, no. In the month or so we've spent together, playing video games or just being with each other, he's become my best friend. I know him well enough to know that he's a good guy, and that's not his goal anymore, in any way. But… when I announce my devotion to the running, the look on his face said…
I stood from the stone bench, where we had left our marks with a knife only three weeks before, just an hour before the kiss. "I won't let Matt sabotage his grades. Not for me. I should talk to him. About… something." I nodded my head decisively.
So with my newfound decision to talk to Matt about… something, I ran down the corridor. And opened my door to déjà vu. The room was nice and neat, having just been cleaned this morning. Two neatly made beds, two simple desks piled with textbooks, almost nothing out of place, oh yeah, and the TWO THIRTEEN YEAR OLD BOYS MAKING OUT IN THE CORNER.
My skinny, now tall, redheaded roommate with a striped shirt and goggles on (and pants, FYI), was pressing a dark haired boy of Hispanic origin, I think his name was Pablo, against the light blue wall of our room, kissing him passionately, the couple slowly inching towards the bathroom (to do what, my heart wrenched to think of). My head spun and I felt something in my heart. I punched a wall. Matt and Pablo finally noticed my presence, and they broke apart, the darker haired one winking at the ginger before rushing out.
"Matt, I…"
AN: Ain't I a bitch? Do you recognize the last couple paragraphs (If you don't, please refer back to chapter 1)? Although this chapter wasn't very funny, it's one of my favorites. The end is nigh, but I will probably write a sequel. I'm not quite sure how to end this, but it's coming.