A/N: First things first, I want to say a big big thank you to Carottal for the amazing reviews, hope I won't disappoint you! And a big big thank you to Eriza-chan for constantly reviewing and reading my fics! You're the best guys! *insert little heart here*

I've honestly barely had time to edit and upload this chapter, so many things going on at the moment, so many changes and just aghhh.

I also want to outline that in this story I will add a new thing to me, something I never thought I'd be able to write until this idea popped in my head? I know its not possible but? who cares? I might ruin this fic? I might make it good and then just spoil the whole thing? But it was supposed to be like this so meeeeeh I'm sorry just in case. Don't hate me.

~QuinnSilver

Chapter 3

Matt slowly opened his eyes, but closed them almost immediately after being blinded by the bright light. Why weren't the blinds closed? He turned to the other side, causing world war 3 in his stomach and his head to explode with pain. 'I'm never drinking again', he thought to himself, slowly getting up to throw up in the toilet. He walked past the mirror, when his own reflection caught his eye. The red hair were standing up wildy, like they usually did in the mornings, but that didn't concern him much. What did, was the light purplish bruise on his left cheek bone. Raising his hand to touch it, Matt hissed at the contact.
What exactly happened last night? The redhead kneeled over the toilet, propping his head up. He really did drink too much, no doubt about that. Matt threw up whatever left he had in his stomach, then brushed his teeth. He inspected his body to see if there were any other bruises like the one on his face, but he only found a scrath going down his ribs on the left side of his body. The redhead took off yesterdays clothes he woke up in and got into the shower, making sure there were no more surprises on his body.
The shower was refreshing. A really good idea, it made Matt feel so much better. He put on some random pair of jeans, he grabbed on his way to the bathroom, not bothering to find any t-shirt. The redhead went into the small kitchen, took out his favourite cup and made himself strong coffee. Taking the cup to the table, he sat down on one of the chairs when he heard someone leave Mello's room. He turned around, expecting to see the pissed off blond. Why pissed off? Well, one of the few things Matt remembered was Mello telling him not to get too drunk as he won't be carrying him home. But of course Matt did get too drunk and Mello most likely had to carry him home, since he doesn't think he was in a state where he could walk on his own.
"How are you feeling?", Matt frowned. It wasn't his blond best friend, "hungover much?", the guy let out a quiet laugh.
Matt recognised him. It was the brown haired guy Mello was fucking at the back. He was wearing khakis and a black jumper. Same thing as yesterday, except he looked way more decent in his clothes, than Matt in his when he woke up. He was so lame, yet Mello decided he's good enough to fuck.
"You're Matt, yeah? I remembered you when we met first at the bar. You know, when you spat out your drink", the guy looked through the cupboards until he found the cups and coffee.
"I remember you from last night, but that's it", the redhead lied. He did seem quite familiar, but Matt couldn't place a finger on it.
"Really?", the stranger smiled mockingly, "Mello and I used to go out in high school, still nothing?"
"Mello had a lot of... Partners in high school, most of them were only fuck buddies disguised as boyfriends or girlfriends though", Matt calmly sipped his coffee, hiding his frustration.
"I'm Light Yagami? The one that moved back to Japan"
"Why did you come back?", the redhead tightened his grip on the cup.
"Let's say, I've got some unfinished business here and while I'm at it it'd be nice to see old friends", Light made two coffees, one for him, one most likely for Mello. He took his cup and sat across from Matt.
"Well you've seen Mello already", the redhead stated, his dark blue eyes carefully watching the intruder.
"Yeah, I've seen him, and I must say, hopefully I'll see him much more often now", a smug smirk appeared on Light's face. One Matt definately didn't like. The two sat there in complete silence, interrupted only by the sounds of drinking their coffee. It wasn't a comfortable silence and Matt counted the seconds, which now seemed like hours. The redhead kept wondering why would Mello even consider someone like Light anything more than just a stupid fuck. Yagami was always an arrogant asshole, even in high school and Matt doubted anything has changed in those few years. He still had the same style of dressing, talking, being. Typical Light. A little sassy shithead.
"That's your coffee there", Matt snapped back to reality when he heard the stupid fuck speak. He turned around and noticed Mello, leaning on the countertop, drinking his coffee. His blond hair covering his face. Mello was pissed off.
"Right, I gotta leave now, but I'll call you later", Light stood up, placed his cup in the sink and walked over to the blond. Matt turned back around in his seat, not wanting to look at the two making out. As soon as the stupid fuck left, heavy silence filled their small apartment. Matt knew sooner or later Mello will blow up. 'Let's get this over and done with', he thought.
"Mel...", he started but the blond bomb exploded.
"How can you be so fucking stupid?!", Mello yelled, agressively placing his empty cup in the sink, "ten minutes. I leave you alone for ten minutes!"
"Mel I'm sorry I... What happened to your face?", the redhead stopped immediately noticing Mello's busted lip and a bandage over his left eyebrow.
"Do you even remember what happened last night?!", the blond rolled his eyes, turning around and running his hand through his hair.
And then the blond did something Matt would never expect of him.
He took out a pack of cigarettes, placed one inbetween his lips and lit it. Matt watched him in shock, not sure what to say.
"What the fuck are you doing?", the redhead blurted out before he could think about it, "since when do you smoke?"
"Since when does your stupid ass accept spiked drinks from fucking strangers in the fucking club?", if looks could kill, Matt would most definately be dead by now.
"I... Uh, I did?"
"Have you seen yourself in the mirror?", Matt's hand instinctively touched the bruise on his face, "yeah, what do you think happened?"
"Did we get into a fight?"
Mello snorted.
"We didn't? Please tell me what happened... I can only remember going to the toilet... Then you came, I was supposed to wait... That's it"
"That guy... He tried to... Fuck", Mello took out another cigarette, keeping his lips busy as an excuse not to talk. Something was wrong, Matt could feel it. The two remained in silence for the next two minutes. The atmosphere was really tense and the redhead knew he should do something about it.
"So Light is back", the redhead tried changing the subject, seeing as his friend wasn't in the mood to talk about last night.
"Yeah"
"Are you two... y'know..."
"Yeah", it wasn't something Matt wanted to hear. He was expecting something along the lines of 'it's just a one night fuck'. It was a disappointing answer. The question kept coming back into his head 'why Light? Why the sassy little shithead?'
"Cool", the redhead went to his room. He couldn't stand the awkward tension between them. It's not like he wanted to be the one instead of Light. Mello was his best friend since forever and he didn't intend on changing that. Maybe that was the case. Matt knew the blond could do much better than Light, and that's why he was so angry. Light was an asshole and Mello deserved a lot better. That's what was wrong. Matt wanted all the best for his best friend.
The redhead turned on his laptop and started up one of the games. He needed something to help him unwind after all. There was nothing more relaxing than a bit of shooting at electronic people. Something that always helped him get his mind off things that bothered him, and right now there were a lot of things on his mind.
Aim. Shoot. Reload. Concentrate. Why did Mello not tell him about Light before? Aim. Missed. Shoot again. What else was he hiding? Concentrate. Aim. Missed. Fuck. All those visits at the clinic. Concentrate. What was it all about? Aim. Shoot. Missed. Why was he so secretive? Concentrate. Concentrate. Concetra- why? Why? Why was Mello acting so weird recently?

You have been killed. Respawn?
No.

Matt threw himself on his messy bed. He couldn't stop thinking. His mind worked at a high speed and he couldn't control it. Nothing worked. Not even his beloved games could stop it. The redhead hated fighting with his best friend as much as he hated when the latter hid things from him. He searched for a t-shirt. He was going to apologise to Mello, beg for his forgiveness and hopefully go back to their normal chilled life. Matt was always the one to give in first after every fight. Life without Mello was just too dull, and everyone would prefere to have the crazy agressive blond on their side. Maybe if he would set things between them, he could talk to Mello about his choice of... Of what? Boyfriend? Mello and his boyfriend. That didn't sound even near right. Fuck. His choice of fuck. It was a much better word describing Light. Light is not a boyfriend, Light is a fuck. Perfect.
The redhead grabbed the cleanest striped t-shirt, put it on and went back out into the kitchen. Mello was still standing at the sink, his back turned to Matt.
"Ey, Mels?", he started, his voice just above a whisper. The blond hummed in reply, not turning around, "look, don't be mad about last night, okay? I'm sorry"
"It's fine. Just don't mention it"
"Right", Matt walked up beside him, "are we cool?"
"Yeah... Yeah we are", the blond let out a long sigh. Matt noticed he was holding his mobile phone.
"Did something happen?"
"Rod called... Rod? You know, the club owner? Yeah, he said he knows about... Last night and uh... He was just pissed off that's it", Mello scratched the back of his neck and yawned, "it's nothing to worry about really though, Rod is always pissed", he let out a half-hearted laugh, looking into the distance. Matt could see something was clearly bothering the blond. He just wasn't sure what it was.
"If there's anything you want to talk about, y'know I'm here for you, yeah?"
"Yeah"
"Like anything... Even the size of Yagami's non-existing dick", Matt grinned, trying to ease the awkward tension. He was scared he said something wrong when the blond didn't reply, but after closer inspection of his face, Matt realised the blond was biting his cheeks, trying not to laugh. The redhead poked him inbetween his ribs and Mello bursted out laughing, like a poped balloon, losing its air.
"Fuck off", the blond pushed Matt's shoulder, calming down, "I'm gonna do some shopping, you want anything?"
'I want you to stop lieing, talk to me, and stop seeing Light', he thought, but of course he wouldn't say it out loud.
"Just the usual things", Matt pat down his jeans, took out his keys and passed them on to Mello, "Here, take the car".

A/N: yes another one. Don't worry, you will get to find out what really happened to poor Mattie in the toilets. Mwhahahahaha review?