A/N: And here I am with chapter two! Thank you for reading and thanks even more to those who reviewed! I hope you enjoy this chapter as well, for some reason its really hard to write the character of Matt. Basically because he was hardly in the anime and I haven't read the manga in...oh gosh, like 5 years? But I hope he's awesome enough! Please review once again, and I will keep writing to this! Oh and this will most likely have some LightxL in it as well, because I love them together. :]

White Noise-

Chapter Two; I told him he could have one. Not four.

I slept well that night. I dreamt of some kind of abandoned theme park and puppies…I think. I couldn't remember the whole dream.

When I woke, I smelled some of L's pancakes. I could tell they were L's because I also smelled an assortment of fruits and candies as well. L ate more sweets than I did, and that was saying something. He usually covered them in more whipped cream and strawberries than there was pancake.

My hair a little messy, a chocolate bar in my hand, I walked into the kitchen and waved good morning to L and…Light was up as well. I took a seat by the latter, offering him a block of chocolate.

He took it and ate it without a word and watched as L continued cooking. My eyes drifted towards my brown-haired friend then to the darker haired boy. Then back again…Was it weird the way Light was watching him…?

It was like he…wanted L on his pancakes instead of the strawberries.

But then his morning was ruined.

"Light! You didn't wake me up! How rude!" Misa came up from behind him, wearing only a small night gown. She gave him a long hug and Light sighed. God, I suddenly felt really bad for him. Maybe we shouldn't have brought the girl if she bothered him so much.

"Actually Misa, it isn't rude that Light didn't wake you up," L started talking, handing a plate of pancakes to me. "It just means he cares about you getting enough sleep."

Light sighed again as Misa hugged him harder. "Oh Light! I never knew you cared so much! You are such a sweetheart!"

The perfect featured boy said nothing; I almost thought he was going to sigh again.

Near joined us last, rubbing his eyes with a long white sleeve. "Good morning, everyone." He looked so young at that moment. Actually, Near was the youngest but he looked like…fucking twelve right then. It was crazy, but Near was sixteen. He skipped a few grades and graduated top of his class, though I'm sure that if he had been in the same school as L then he would have come in second.

I was the second youngest at seventeen years of age, then there was Light who was eighteen and I think L was nineteen. And now that I think about it, I'd never asked how old Misa was. I was guessing eighteen too since she had graduated with Light.

"Awe Near…You are too cute!" Misa, being the magnet she always was, instantly clung to Near. The small boy just stared at the girl. My body got Goosebumps at the sight of someone hugging Near. It was disgusting.

"Do you two want strawberries?" L asked, biting his thumb a little. Misa nodded quickly and Near just shook his head.

We all ate, listening to Misa blabber on and on about what we were going to do that day. "We could go play volleyball or go for a hike or rent a boat or swim some more! What do you guys think? I defiantly want to swim some more, but Mello can't push me in again!"

I smirked and shrugged. "But then it wouldn't be any fun."

"Oh screw you. Light's going to get jealous one of these days!" she latched onto Light's arm, who was once again staring at L from across the table. Until Misa attached to him he was looking at the raven haired boy, watching as he ate his food in the most peculiar ways. Once I saw him stack a whole pile of sliced strawberries, stick them on a spoon, cover them in sugar so that they were totally white, and eat them one by one. Sometimes it was funny as hell to watch him eat, but Light wasn't laughing or smiling.

"Ryuzaki…" Light spoke L's name and L just raised his eyes towards him.

"What is it, Light?" he asked, blinking his eyes, dark bags hanging underneath them as usual. I wondered for a moment if he even slept last night. I'd never once seen him sleeping before.

Suddenly, Light reached over the table and used his thumb to wipe off some whipped cream that L had on the side of his lip. L blinked a couple times, using a finger to check if there was any more there.

"Try eating a little slower, you'll get less of the food on your mouth," Light told him calmly.

The look on Misa's face was priceless.

I was about to crack up. Oh god…what if Light actually…liked L…?

A small chuckle escaped my lips and I pushed the half-finished pancakes away from me. "I'm gunna go have a cigarette," I managed to say, lowering my head and exiting the building without another word.

I finally laughed a little when I had closed the door, taking out the pack of cigarettes from my leather pants pocket. Yeah, I had a lot of leather pants. It was basically all I wore.

Still laughing, I put one between my lips and that was when I noticed that I wasn't alone. There was another person outside, maybe about ten feet away from me. He had probably been walking; most likely he was someone from one of the other cabins. But that wasn't really what I was thinking about…the thing that had me standing there like an idiot was the fact that he was wearing a striped shirt. Black and white. Didn't I see him last night too…?

The more I looked at him, the more I felt like the cigarette in my mouth was going to just…fall out. This guy was so intriguing. Instead of just the shirt, he was wearing a fur, sleeveless vest on top of it; I wondered why he'd wear something like that on such a warm day. His hair was some off color of red, like rust or…copper. But it glinted in the sun with the color of wine. I thought at that moment that it was gorgeous. Besides for his amazing hair, he was also wearing goggles over his eyes, as if he was about to go swimming. Though…they didn't really look like swimming goggles. I didn't really know what kind of goggles they looked like.

I noticed that he was carrying a PSP around leather gloved hands but he wasn't looking at it. He was looking at me just like I was staring dumbfounded at him.

"Are you gunna smoke that?" the guy yelled suddenly. His voice made me jump, it was kind of sudden.

I looked down to the white stick in my mouth and nodded my head. "Why…? Do you want one?" I asked, taking a couple steps towards him, being cautious.

He instantly stepped forward and nodded; pocketing his game he smirked when he reached me and took the pack I handed him.

He started talking the moment he took them. "I was actually just about to go look for a convenience store or something to buy some. I was having major withdrawals, thanks man," striped shirt said while taking four of my cigarettes. I raised an eyebrow at him, not really caring but still caring at the same time. I told him he could have one. Not four. "You have a lighter?"

"Y-yeah…" I reached in my pocket and handed him a small yellow lighter.

"Hey, it matches your hair!" he pointed out.

I nodded, narrowing my eyes a little at the guy. He was…interesting.

"Oh, hey," he lit his cigarette and moved it to the side of his mouth so he could talk, "my name is Matt, by the way. Matt Jeevas."

He held out a gloved hand and I took it, shaking it once before letting go. "Mello."

The boy took a heavy drag off of the cigarette and lifted his goggles up so I could see one eye. They were…really fucking green.

"Just Mello? No last name?" he asked, a little sarcasm making its way into his words.

I let my eyes drift away from his so I wouldn't get trapped with how fucking…green they were. "I have a last name, but I don't like using it."

Matt smiled and continued smoking, I realized that the cig was already halfway gone. "I getcha. You like…some kinda spy?" He ended with putting the goggles on top of his head. I cursed him for that. His eyes were so damn gorgeous; I'd probably end up gawking at him now.

"Hardly. I have no ulterior motive for not telling you my last name," I told him, finally lighting my own cigarette, trying hard not to look into his eyes.

The boy sighed and stomped out the cigarette that he had already finished. "How lame," he droned, lighting another, "would have been cool, yeah?"

"Do you…" he turned and looked at me and I looked at the ground as quickly as possible. "always smoke this much?"

The boy called Matt grinned from what I could see. "Unfortunately, yes."

"Why didn't you bring any to the cabin?" I was making small talk with the guy, yeah. For some reason…I just didn't want him to leave yet.

He shrugged a little, smoke was leaving his mouth as he talked, almost like a chimney. "I brought three packs with me; I figured that that would be enough to last me. But the idiots I'm with decided to stay a couple more days. I ran out a few hours ago."

A few hours ago…? Chain smoker much? I'd maybe smoke one a day, if that.

With his second cigarette almost half gone I told him, "Well, I guess it's a good thing we met then."

He nodded. "Yeah, I totally owe you one, Mello."

I had a few things in mind he could do for me…

"You wanna walk with me?"

I was kind of surprised when he spoke again. I figured that he had gotten what he wanted, so he should have left by now. Finally, I looked into his eyes again and…I was gawking. They reminded me of emeralds. I almost forgot what he asked me.

So instead of talking I just nodded.

He smiled around the white stick in his mouth. "Sweet."

And then we were walking, side by side, as if I really knew this guy. I kind of wished that I did. Why was that…? He didn't really look like the kind of guy I'd go for, if I was even going for a guy in the first place. I admit, I wasn't as straight as a pole, but I wasn't totally gay either. Usually I didn't find that many guys attractive at all. But this kid…

I think he was on his third cigarette when he pulled out his PSP once again and started playing it. Little sounds flitted into my ears as he pressed buttons. He was one hell of a multi-tasker, I gave him that much.

"So where ya from, Mello?" he asked, while smoking the cigarette, walking and playing his PSP.

My eyes went ahead of me instead of staring at the object of my attraction. "About three hours west of here. It's called Spring Bridge."

"No kidding? I live about an hour away. You drive?"

He was…inquisitive. I didn't know why. What did it matter if I drove? Did he want to see me or something? "No. My friend Light drove us all here."

"Who's Light?"

"My friend."

"Oh right, you said that already!" He laughed a little; I could hear a slight cough behind his laugh. "Hey, I think I see a store up there!" his voice sounded the most excited I had heard it so far. He even started running. I sighed a little and followed after him, hands in my pockets, eyes on his ass…

Shit. I tried looking at something else. Like…the trees.

That didn't work for long. Was I really that much of a pervert…?

When I walked into the store Matt was already at the counter, talking to the cashier. Sauntering up to him, I looked down at what he was purchasing. My eyes went wide. Six packs of Marlboro Blacks were laid out in front of him. The total was a little over thirty dollars.

"Wouldn't it be cheaper to just get a carton of cigarettes?" I asked from behind him.

He turned around instantly; I think he was a little shocked to see me. I don't really know why though, obviously I'd been following him. "Yeah, totally. But I have like, fifteen at home. I'm just…thinking ahead. I don't wanna walk up here anymore."

I rolled my eyes a little when he turned back around to pay the woman. Yes, it would be such a tragedy if he had to walk ten minutes again to get his cancer sticks.

"Thanks, lady!" Matt yelled, grabbing the plastic bag with his valuables in it. He exited the shop before me, not bothering to hold the door.

I didn't know what to think of this kid. He was friendly enough, but kind of aloof at the same time. And why the fuck did I like that so much…?

The redhead began packing one of the many packs he had bought with his hands, hitting it on the flat area of his palm. I noticed the last cigarette that I had given him was stuck behind his ear. "You should defiantly hang with me and my friends today," he suggested suddenly.

My eyes narrowed a little at him. "Why?"

His head turned a little so that he was looking at me from over his shoulder, slight confusion overtaking his features. "Cause? It'd be fun."

Well that was one a hell of an explanation. I think he was starting to piss me off a little more than he turned me on. "My friends might be pissed if I did that," I said instead of what I was thinking.

I heard a sigh from him and he turned back around. "Just for a couple hours?"

Alright. I was sick of him pushing shit with me. I had to know why the fuck he was saying this stuff. My hand shot up and I grabbed a hold of his shoulder, turning him around so he could see me. "Not knowing shit really pisses me off. Tell me why."

He didn't speak, at least for thirty seconds. It was then that I realized that this kid…was about four inches taller than me. And that he was smiling like a freakin' wolf. "Why do you have to know so badly? Maybe I don't want to tell you."

"And maybe I don't want to be around you or your friends," I retorted, glaring at him.

His smile grew ever bigger, if that was possible. He shook his shoulder so that my hand fell off of it. With a gloved hand he grabbed the cigarette that was behind his ear and lit it, the fire making me flinch even though lighters usually didn't have that effect on me.

"You know what I think…?" His eyebrow raised and he leaned in a little towards me. I backed away, the heat of the cigarette getting much to close for comfort. "I think you're lying," he finished, blowing smoke into my face.

My nose twitched a little, along with my eyes because of how narrowed they were. "Fuck off," was the only thing that came to my mind.

"Stop being stubborn and just hang with us for a bit," he said while grabbing a hold of my hand and leading me down the road. My eyes went from being narrowed slits to total saucers. I had just told him to fuck off and so he grabs my hand and acts like nothing happened? What the hell was wrong with this guy?

"Besides…" he started talking again before I could think of anything to say. "I really wanna know how you got that scar."

I stopped walking immediately and laughed sardonically. "Like I'd ever tell you that."

He pulled on me a little so I kept walking with him. "You never know. Maybe someday you'll be dying to tell me."

This guy's attitude was seriously pissing me off. "You should let me go before I get really upset…" I closed my eyes and hoped that he would. I wasn't the best at controlling my emotions and when someone legit made me mad, I wasn't about to just stand there and take it, no matter how hot the person was.

Matt stopped walking; I noticed that we were decently close to me and my friend's cabin. I think I saw Misa on the front porch. He turned around once more and grinned. I hated that grin, yet it was so damn sexy.

"What're you gunna do, Mello? Hit me?"

Oh he was so asking for it.

After a few moments of silence my temper got the best of me and I really did hit the beautiful boy. I used my right arm and punched him right in the nose. I didn't put all of my strength into it but it was enough to knock him to the floor.

"Yeah, actually," I said as he rolled in the dirt, his cigarette landed a few feet away from him in a mud puddle, the plastic bag only inches away from it.

He looked up at me and I saw a little blood running out of his nose. With one of his thumbs he plugged the left side of his nose and blew more blood out of his other nostril, most of it landing on the ground. But he didn't look angry, he just smirked some more.

Damn him.

"That's the best you got, pretty boy?" he laughed and stood up, a little wobbly on his feet.

My arm shot out and I grabbed a fistful of his vest. "Why are you trying to piss me off?"

Matt just reached for his goggles and placed them back over his eyes, speaking softly, "Cause…it's hot as hell."

My hands started shaking and my heart was beating out of my chest.

What the fucking hell did he mean by that? !

"Mello! Is everything alright?" Light was running towards us but I didn't move or look anywhere else but those goggles. Those stupid fucking orange tinted goggles.

When my brunet friend reached us he took a hold of my arm and loosened it, letting Matt's feet be level on the ground again.

I spoke slowly to Light, glaring at the boy in front of me, "This…guy just pissed me off, that's all. It's nothing, let's go." I turned away from the stupid, stunning redhead and started walking next to Light.

"Let's hang again soon, Mello!" he called after me and I my eyes narrowed.

Like hell if I was ever going to see him again.

XxX

That day I couldn't focus on anything. My mind was doing summersaults and I fucking hated how empty my gut felt. It wasn't fair. That stupid idiot Matt was probably having the time of his life with his friends, not even thinking twice about what happened with me and him. Sure, maybe his nose hurt a little, but I doubt he was really in a bad mood. He looked so damn happy when I left…

And here I was, taking a walk through the woods with my friends and all I could think of was that brat.

"Mello! You're gunna get left behind!" Misa yelled back to me for the second time. I think I had heard her well enough the first time. I honestly didn't care. I didn't even want to be around my friends with the mood I was in. I'd just ruin their fun anyways. Why did this have to happen…? I was so happy before I'd met him…

I sighed heavily and noticed that L had drifted away from the group and ended up next to me somehow. My eyes strayed a little, I felt awkward for some reason.

"Is everything alright, Mello? You seem down."

Obviously L was the first one to notice something. I figured as much. "I'll be alright. Just kind of had a bad morning."

He bit his thumb; it almost looked like he was going to stop walking. He didn't though; instead he spoke again, "Was it because of that man?"

Who had told L…? Or maybe he saw and I was just too angry to notice. I looked away from him and nodded. "He was a total prick."

L nodded and put a hand underneath his chin in thought. "There are plenty of people who are like that. It wouldn't be life if we didn't run into them some time or another. Try not to let it get you down too much. We'd all like it if you had fun as well." He ended with a smile and I nodded a little.

"I'll try. Thanks, L."

"We should catch up to the others," he said while pointing at how far they had gotten.

We each started walking a bit faster until we could hear Misa once again. "Wow guys! Check out this view!"

The five of us stood on a cliff, one that painted a beautiful picture of the landscape. The trees looked fake and the sky looked too blue. It was one of the prettiest things I'd seen in a long time. And yet I still felt like I wanted to puke.

Misa was clutching onto Light's arm, looking out into the sun. Near was sitting on the edge of the cliff, playing with a small robot toy that he had brought along with him. Yet another thing I found really creepy about him.

And L, he was staring at Misa and Light, a kind of longing look on his face. I think I knew what he was feeling. A little jealousy and…yearning for someone to hold like that. Even if Misa was just kidding herself with Light, it would still be nice to have someone to lean on like that. And why was it that no matter how little I tried not to think of him…I could only picture that stupid redhead?