MistressxMisfit: Hola guys! Sorry the last chapter was a bit of a downer but I really appreciate I'llxBexUrxEnigma2010 for reviewing the last chapter. It really made my day and I also recommend you read my fellow author Jeevas Lestrange's fanfic, Smoke and Nosebleeds. Keep more reviews coming please, and I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, just my own OC

Four years passed, and we hadn't heard a word from Mello. I didn't know if he was alive, but we learned to move on with our lives. At first it was hard, pretty damn depressing actually. Matt made it a habit to come into my room late at night to talk about things that bugged him, how he worried over Mello, and reminisced about our past adventures with him.

He never let it bother him too much, but he soon took up smoking a few months after Mello's departure. I couldn't say I really approved of him taking up such a deadly habit, but if it was the only way he could cope with things, I wasn't going to turn it into an issue.

I had just finished getting ready in my bathroom. I walked over to the vanity mirror in my room and looked myself over. I was proud to say that these past four years had been kind to me. I was still pretty short, 5'2" to be exact, but I could care less. My hair was a bit past my shoulder blades now; the bottom layer was pitch black while the top layer was dyed completely teal. I wore a black strapless dress, with black heels for the occasion.

I loved the way I grew into my soft curves in due time. I'm not trying to sound cocky or arrogant, but I had managed to get attention from many boys at Wammy's.

Not like it mattered though.

All I really wanted was Matt. I was head over heels in love with my best friend, who was practically married off to his DS.

I didn't do what Mello had requested of me and tell Matt how I felt, afraid it would destroy the six years of friendship we had. Instead, I just let those feelings fester in me and continue to grow.

There was a knock at my door and I dashed towards it as fast as my heels allowed me to. I opened it to find Matt, with a broad grin playing on his angelic face. He held out a small lavender box to me.

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Tink!" he grinned as I took the box from him.

"Aww thanks, Papa Bear. Wow, you look sharp."

And boy did he! He was wearing a button-up black pinstriped shirt, with some dark denim jeans, and black boots. Not to mention that his signature goggles were nowhere in sight, thus exposing his mesmerizing cobalt blue eyes.

"You look mighty gorgeous yourself, doll." He smiled twirling me around.

I gave him a huge hug before opening the lavender box. Inside was a necklace with a silver chain, and a crystal coated music note charm.

"Matt, wow, this is amazing!" I ogled at it before glancing up to see him smiling.

"Well I had to do a few odd jobs here and there, I'm not going into detail about it, but I'm really glad you like it. Let's see how it looks on you."

We stood in front of the mirror as he took the necklace from the box, pushing hair towards my shoulder exposing my neck. He fidgeted with the clasp of the chain for a moment.

"There." He said as we both looked into our reflections in the mirror.

My fingers traced over the necklace charm, smiling to myself.

"Is it just me or did you get taller?" he joked.

"It's the heels."

I was about 3 inches shorted than Matt whenever I wore heels and he made it a habit to tease me about it.

"Well the driver's waiting up front, so let's go malady." He said linking his arm with me and leading us out of the room.

We sat in my favorite sushi restaurant in Winchester, Kumori's. I really had an appetite for Japanese cuisine that I managed to influence Matt into.

We sat in a private room that he had reserved months in advanced. I knew I was turning eighteen, but he really went all out on this. It came off as quite a surprise to me.

The flow of lounge music filled the room, causing me to recline back in my seat. I had already finished off half of my Manhattan Roll and felt almost stuffed.

I looked over at Matt who had his elbow plopped on top of the table, head resting in his palm. He had a serious look strained on his face.

"Uh oh. I know that look. This is either gonna be bad news for me or you're just pissed 'cause you couldn't finish the boss stage to your game before heading out here." I stated crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed and I braced myself for whatever was coming up.

"Actually there's been something I've been meaning to tell you." He said.

"Well, out with it Matt." I somewhat snapped.

"Well I've been eighteen for awhile now, Teal and I just figured that it was probably time I should leave Wammy's. I can't stand being there anymore, it reminds me too much of L and Mello." His face was stern. I knew he wasn't kidding. If he ever mentioned Mello and L in the same sentence, he was usually being serious.

I felt my stomach tie into a knot and my blood begin to boil. I didn't know whether I was extremely pissed off or sad upon hearing this unfortunate news.

"And you decide to spring this up on me today, of all days, Matt! My fucking birthday and you decide to tell me you're leaving!" I practically shouted at him, causing him to slightly wince at the venom in my voice.

"Well there's actually a reason for it, Teal, if you'd let me explain." He replied calmly.

"Well it'd better be a pretty damn good one." I choked back a sob. How could he decide to just walk out on me?! What reason could he have to hurt me like that?

"Well, I talked to Roger, and I don't wanna leave the institution without you. He said once you were of age, it'd be alright for you to come with me. So, I guess, what I'm trying to say, no, I guess ask is….well, do you wanna come live with me?" he muttered before taking a huge gulp of his sake.

I felt the knot in my stomach soon being replaced with the flutter of millions of butterfly wings. I felt a rush of blood spread through my cheeks. I stood up and walked over to him. He sprang up from his seat and stepped closer to me. My arms instantly latched around his waist in a tight embrace. I buried my face within his shirt, trying to hide my tears.

"Don't every scare me like that again, Matt!" I sobbed onto his chest.

His fingers lifted my chin up to meet his gaze. His lips had contorted into a smile.

"So is that a 'yes'?" he asked wiping my tears away with the back of his hand.

"It's a definitely" I chuckled.

So being Matt's roommate was actually pretty fun. We got an apartment downtown Winchester. It was pretty small, consisting of only two bedrooms, but it was cozy. The window in the living room had a good view of the park that was nearby and I'd sit there sometimes just to practice my guitar and write some music.

Matt would sometimes play his Xbox 360 on mute and listen to me play, sometimes pausing the game just to sit by my side for his cigarette break.

It wasn't as if we were dating or anything, but I would always love being by Matt's side. He was the only person left that I was close to and the thought of him not being by my side scared me shitless.

Yet everyday I debated whether I should just come out and tell him how I felt. Fuck, I mean we were living together, after all!

But if he shared the same feelings I had for him, he would have made it apparent by now. We've known each other for six years, and never had he once tried to make a move on me.

It was a never ending battle that went on in my brain.

One morning, I sat by the window randomly strumming my guitar.

"Floating here like this with you

Underneath the stars, alight for 13 billion years

The view is beautiful, ours alone tonight,

Underneath the stars" The lyrics flew from my lips as I strummed along to the familiar chords.

Out of my peripherals I saw Matt enter the living room, an unlit cigarette tucked between his lips which were twisted into a smirk.

"Hey Matty." I greeted, still absentmindedly strumming the chords to the song.

"You know, I'd really prefer you originally sang that song instead of Robert Smith." He said walking over and taking a seat next to me.

"Awww, what do you have against The Cure?"

"Nothing, I just think you make that song sound twenty times better." He pulled the lighter from inside his jeans pocket and lit the cancer stick, inhaling a puff of the bittersweet chemicals.

He held the smoke in for a short moment before blowing it out the window. I set my guitar a side and pulled my knees up to my chest.

"So do you wanna play co-op on Left 4 Dead tonight, Tink?" he said taking another drag.

I bit my lip to think it through. In all do honesty, I was crazy about zombie video games and I loved playing alongside Matt in one, but it had become our routine every night for the past 2 weeks. I actually wanted to do something different tonight.

"Well actually, I had something else in mind…" I started.

"Okay, I totally get you. We can totally play Horde on Gears if you want. I bet we can get past the 12th wave tonight." He squirmed excitedly, throwing the cigarette butt out the window.

I blinked in disbelief. I knew Matt wasn't really the outgoing type, but ever since I turned eighteen I wanted to try something out of the ordinary, I had just hoped Matt would be willing to come along.

"Actually Matt, I wasn't thinking about something along the lines of video games." I said scratching the bridge of my nose.

"Oh? Well you might as well just tell me, I know you're debating on it 'cause you're scratching your nose again." He smiled.

He caught onto me too fast. I couldn't help but smirk.

"I wanna go to a club." I blurted.

"A club?"

"Yeah, you know, where people dance."

"I know what a club is, Tink." He chuckled, lighting another cigarette.

God, what a chain smoker.

There was a long pause of silence. He took several drags of his cigarette, not bothering to utter another word.

Irritated, I stood up and began to march over to my room.

"Tink." Matt called.

"What?!" I snapped.

I turned to look back at him, exhaling another cloud of smoke out the window before turning to look back at me.

"There's a club not to far from here that's letting women get in for free tonight. If you want we can go to that one."

My eyes went wide in surprise.

"Really, Matt, you wanna go?"

" Sure, if it makes you happy." he smiled through a mouthful of smoke.

"Matt, you're the best!" I said running over to him, embracing him in a swift hug before dashing over to my room to get ready.

I looked myself over in the mirror after finally adding the finishing touches to my ensemble for the night. I wore a hot pink plaid skirt and accessorized it with a black studded belt and wore black heels. My top was a simple black tank top that had the Misfits fiend in white. I wore hot pink eyeshadow and rimmed my eyes with black eyeliner. I teased out the teal layer of my hair to kind of give me that 80s hair metal look.

I smiled at my reflection in approval and stepped out of my room to find Matt on the couch, 360 controller in hand, going at it with the zombies in Left 4 Dead.

His head shot up at my direction, his mouth gaped open causing the unlit cigarette he had to fall onto his lap.

"Wow, Tink, you look…" he started.

"What? Is it too much?!" I asked beginning to panic. Maybe I wasn't dressed 'club appropriate'.

"No, not at all. You actually look really hot. I give it a 12 on a scale of 1 through 10." He smiled turning off the console.

I could feel my cheeks flush with color.

Why did he always have to do that?!

"So lets get going so we can get a table." He said standing up.

"Yeah." I nodded followed him out the door.

The club was an average looking one that consisted of a dance floor, a stage where the DJ was set up, booths that were lined with red velvet seats, and a bar.

Matt came over to our booth holding our two drinks.

Oh, the privileges of finally being 18 in Britain.

He handed me my strawberry daquiri and sat across from me with a pint of beer. It wasn't really unusual to us seeing each other drinking. Ever since we had moved in together, Matt would sometimes bring a six pack of beer with him after buying a pack of cigarettes at the nearby convenient store. I would usually have my limit of 2 while Matt finished the rest. I was a light weight when it came to alcohol.

"You look really good tonight, Teal." Matt said before taking a swig of his beer.

I smiled take a sip of my drink as well.

"Just tonight, Matt?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, not just tonight, you know I always think you look good." He smiled, placing a cigarette between his lips.

"Matt, you can't possibly mean that. I mean, fuck, you've seen me in the mornings." I laughed.

"Yeah and even when you have bed-head and eye crusties and that dried up saliva residue on the side of your mouth you get from drooling at night, I've never seen a prettier girl than you, Tink." he said as the cigarette moved a long to the the movement of his lips.

That little comment made me crack up and take another swig of my drink.

"You're such a charmer." I teased.

"Glad you think so, Tink." He winked before housing the cigarette with his right hand and lighting it with his left.

So the night rolled on as they continued playing a bunch of mixed music and our drinks kept flowing. I felt the liquor making my head fuzzy and I couldn't help but smile at the feeling.

"Hehe. Matt guess what." I chuckled, leaning my head against the wall.

"You're tipsy." He smiled.

"Am I?"

"I think you are."

"Ah. So do you wanna dance?" I asked him, the grin on my face never leaving for an instant.

"Ehhhh, okay." He moved out of the booth and helped me out.

I clutched onto Matt's arm for support, trying to regain balance as we made our way to the dance floor.

They played a few tracks that had a good beat, but I couldn't really remember their names. I just swayed my body to the rythem, moving my hips, feeling my skirt flow along with each and every movement.

Matt was actually doing a pretty good job moving along as well. It wasn't like he was completely oblivious to dancing. Back at Wammy's, he had always been my date to several of the school dances.

I heard the the familiar intro to 'Dance With Me' by The Sounds play and I smiled at Matt. We knew this song all too well.

I swayed my hips and closed my eyes, seeing a few couples remaining on the dance floor. Apparently not many people were familiar with this band, they wanted more of those mainstream songs to keep on playing.

I shrugged it off and continued dancing until I felt two arms encircle my waist from behind. I began to panic and look around for Matt, but he was nowhere in sight.

"Matt!" I shouted through the music.

The person behind me spun me around to face them.

"Yes?"

I looked up to see those gorgeous orbs of his staring back down at me. I sighed in relief and leaned my head onto his chest.

I felt his hands rest on the small of my back, pushing my body closer to his. He leaned in closer to me, kissing the side of my neck.

Did he just do what I thought he did?

"Matt?" I asked slightly pulling away from him.

He sighed and walked off the dance floor and back over to our booth. Was I just hallucinating it all. It was the alcohol messing with my mind, it had to be.

I followed after him and sat down across from him.

He stared down at the table, tracing invisible patterns on it with his index finger.

He didn't bother looking up at me once.

"Matt, what's wrong?" I asked grabbing his hand.

He looked up at me, his eyes narrowed at me, almost in an angry fashion. He snatched his hand away from my grasp on it.

"Never been better." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"You know I don't buy that, Matt. What's bugging you? You're acting weird."

"Oh so now I'm acting weird just 'cause…you know what? Never mind. I'm heading back to the apartment." He darted out of the booth and made his way through the mass of people.

I did not hesitate to follow close behind him.

I followed him out the club and down the street. He was a few yards ahead of me.

"Matt wait!" I called out to him desperately.

My feet were aching due to the fact that I was trying to keep up with Matt's fast pace while I was in heels.

"Forget it, Teal!" he snapped back.

At this rate I wasn't going to catch up to him, so I swiftly removed my shoes and carried them in my hand as I chased after him in my bare feet.

Once I a few inches away I gently tugged on his arm, enough to get his attention.

He spun around and glared at me, his cheeks flushed with anger.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Matt? You were fine a few minutes ago, why the sudden change of heart?!" I panted, trying to catch my breath.

"What's wrong with me?! The fact that I made one finale attempt to show you how I feel and you completely blow me off!" he snarled.

"What are you talking about?" I stared at him in confusion.

"These past six years that we've known each other, I've made so many attempts to try and show you how I feel about you and you completely over look them or pretend you don't see it. I guess I'm just not the guy for you or something then. Fine, I'll find my own way of coping with this, Teal. Just forget I ever brought this up." He said turning his back on me to march off.

I might have been drunk, but it wasn't enough to stop me from registering what Matt had just confessed. I made a mad dash and encircled my arms around him from behind.

"How could I forget you ever brought this up if that's all I had ever dreamt about hearing for the last six years of my life, you dummy!" I exclaimed burying my face on his back.

"Come again?" he asked turning around to face me yet again.

I could feel the tears begin to pool in my eyes, before they involuntarily cascaded from my lids and down my cheeks.

"Matt, you idiot, you never noticed how I made attempts to win your affection over the years. I've wanted you to feel the same way I felt about you for so long, I can't believe I never noticed you trying to…oh man." My head felt woozy after the mixture of alcohol, running, and the shock of the news I had just received.

"Here, sit down." Matt said helping me over to the bench by the bus stop.

I inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to make my surroundings stop spinning. Matt sat down beside me, lighting up another cigarettes.

"You feeling okay?" he asked taking a drag.

"Somewhat." I breathed out.

"Yeah, I failed to mention how doing strenuous activities while intoxicated can kinda take a toll on you." He chuckled.

"Smart ass." I smirked.

I leaned my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes, feeling my equilibrium go back to normal.

"Matt?" I called out, not even bothering to open my eyes. I was taking in his scent. It smelled faintly of the Old Spice body soap he had, since I knew Matt was never the type for colognes.

"Yeah?" he replied. I heard him blow out some smoke, inhaling a bit of it myself.

"What are we going to do now?"

There was a pause. I opened my eyes and saw the cigarette butt on the ground, the dim light slowly fading out. I looked up at Matt's face, seeing he was doing the same to me.

"Well we can either go on pretending like this never happened, and go back to being best friends like we've always been, but what would be the point in that if we still won't be satisfied with being 'just friends'. Our feelings are out in the open, Teal. I know it might be different and it might take some getting used to but I think-"

I cut him off by firmly placing my lips over his in a swift kiss.

"Don't think Matt. We both want this." I smiled.

His eyes were glazed over as his hand cupped the left side of my face.

"You're the only girl I've dreamt of having a life with, Teal. You're so beautiful, you always have been. I hope this isn't another cruel dream where I wake up and find out that all of this isn't real."

"Believe me, this is very real, Matt."

With that being said, our lips met yet again. I felt a sudden build up of warmth on my cheeks that radiated also within my stomach. My hands dangled in his hair, playing with the red locks.

He broke away from the kiss; his breathing had gone a bit rugged and uneven.

"Let's go back to the apartment." He whispered in a hoarsened voice.

"Okay." I managed to say.

We barged through the apartment, Matt urgently locking the door behind us. His lips then latched onto mine in another passionate kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck, his hands skimming up and down my waist.

I nibbled on his bottom lip, getting a moan from him before pulling apart.

"Matt." I whispered lustfully into his ear before leaving a trail of kisses down his neck to his collar bone.

We found our way towards his bedroom, knocking over stacks of video games in the process. He gently pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me claiming my lips yet again. His hands found their way to the hem of my shirt, slightly nudging it up. I broke this kiss only to pull the shirt over my head and discard it on the floor.

His hand trailed up and down my stomach, tracing the rim of my skirt.

I reached forward and began to pull off Matt's striped shirt as well, hastily tossing it on the floor as well.

I ran my hands through his heated chest, feeling the slight muscle under my finger tips. Matt wasn't buff but he indeed had a well built form.

He kissed down my neck, then at my collarbone then slightly above my left breast.

"You're so gorgeous, Teal." He whispered.

I felt the blush growing on my cheeks as pulled off my skirt, leaving me in my underwear.

I could feel a heat growing between my legs, and Matt was to blame. I began growing impatient, wanting him so badly right then and there.

He kissed down my stomach, his fingers yanking off the thin fabric of my panties. His fingers teased as they lightly grazed over my womanhood.

"Matt, please." I moaned.

He smiled at me, loving the reaction he got from me.

His index and middle finger found their way inside me, causing me to gasp out in pleasure. He moved his appendages in and out of me, making it almost like torture.

"Matt, I need you!" I begged.

He pulled his fingers out and kissed me hungrily unclasping my bra in the process. I wasted no time in unzipping his jeans, tugging them down. He kicked off his pants, discarding them onto the pile of clothes on the floor and positioned himself on top of me.

I bit my lip in nervousness. I knew it was Matt's first time as well as mine.

He kissed me lightly, looking into my eyes.

"Are you sure you wanna go through with this, Teal?" he asked.

I nodded my head and kissed him in reassurance.

He took in a deep breath a thrusted inside of me. I felt an immense pain causing me to shed a few tears.

"I'm sorry." Matt cried kissing my cheek.

I smiled up at him and shook my head.

"Don't stop, please." I begged.

He thrust inside me a few more times before the pain was replaced with a growing pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling my walls tighten against him. I couldn't hold in my moans. Soon the room was filled with our lustful cries of one anothers names.

He began to quicken his pace, the pleasure almost hitting its peak.

"Matt!" I moaned feeling me hit my peak.

He soon climaxed after me, collapsing on top of me, resting the head on the crook of my neck.

Our bodies were covered a thin layer of sweat, but it didn't matter. All those years of unspoken feelings amounted to this in the end.

"Teal, I want you to know something." He mumbled onto my skin.

"What is it?"

"My name. I want you to know my real name. It's Mail Jeevas."

I smiled to myself.

"Why are you confiding this in me now, Mail Jeevas?"

"Because I love you." I could feel the smirk grow on his lips.

I felt a tear escape my eye as I felt my lips twist into a smile.

"Hayley Teal." I said.

"Is that your real name?" he asked.

"Yes, and I love you too, Mail."

And that night for the first time in six years, I felt completely at peace with everything.