A/N: Okay so! This chapter is kind of filler...as are going to be a lot of my chapters maybe...lol. I don't want to jump into things with them, that's all. I feel like when people do that it just ruins the whole...romance of the story. I wanna mold the characters, even if they're super complex. Matt is turning out to be...very interesting. I'm sure after awhile, he will get better. Right now, this is how he's gunna be! Please let me know what you think, your thoughts and ideas are always well appreciated! Thanks guys.

White Noise-

Chapter Five; Apparently three days is way too fucking long

This day was already turning out to be one of the most unexpected I'd encountered. I stared at Matt's bare back; his…pet was wrapped around his shoulders. He had taken the snake into the bathroom with him, maybe that wasn't really unexpected so much as it was something that the redhead would most likely do due to his ultimate stupidity and lack of concept.

My arms were wrapped around my legs as I tried to stay as far away from the slithering animal as possible. The redheaded boy was on the floor, button mashing a controller that was connected to a PS3. When he had exited the bathroom, wearing just a pair of boxers, he had told me he needed to check something on one of his games. He hadn't stopped playing or even looked away from the TV screen since then.

And I hadn't stopped glaring at him.

How could he just come out dressed like that…? Was he trying to turn me on? And instead of even talking to me or anything he just glued himself to one of his damn games. Typical.

It'd been about half an hour and it looked like the snake was sleeping, it had coiled itself around Matt's neck, though I really couldn't tell because it didn't seem to have any eyelids. The shirtless and pants less boy held up a game controller to me suddenly. "Wanna play?" he asked, not moving his eyes for a second.

I stared at the screen; he seemed to be playing some kind of RPG fighting game.

Not like it mattered. I hated video games.

"I don't like to play. Video games rot your brain," I told him.

He turned around then, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Whaaaat?"

I narrowed my eyes and glared at him through my bangs. "You heard me."

He huffed and reached for his pack of cigarettes that were on the coffee table. Lighting one he said, "Well, chocolate rots your teeth."

"So does smoking," I growled.

"Yeah…well…chocolate makes you fat!" he retorted, turning back around to play his game. God, he acted like a spoiled brat sometimes.

I stared down at my stomach, a little less than half of it was showing due to the leather jacket I was wearing. It was totally flat, no fat to be seen. "I'm not fat; I have a perfectly normal body."

Matt suddenly stopped playing; I noticed that he had paused the game, which was kind of odd, for him at least. He turned around and reached for the snake that was around his neck. I backed away a little, afraid he was going to put it on me or something. Instead he just smiled and placed it on the ground, letting it slither away.

He crawled onto the couch with me, making his way over towards me. I continued backing away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Mind letting me see?" he asked, now towering over me, arms on either side of my head.

I glared, my face flushing. "See what? And why the fuck did you just let that snake go? It's gunna—"

"I do it all the time. He likes to run around," he interrupted me; his eyes were smiling along with his mouth, though I couldn't see them as well through those damn goggles.

I sighed and brought a hand up towards his chest, pushing a little on it like I had before. "Snakes don't run, moron."

He rolled his eyes and began pushing me back so that my arm began to buckle under the weight. "I'm aware."

Then it was quiet and I tried not to look at him. It was really…difficult.

I finally spoke, feeling way too awkward to not say anything. "You know…we're both guys…" His eyebrow raised, his lips slightly parted. I continued, "Doesn't that…bother you?"

Then his eyes became wide and he brought a hand to his mouth, putting the cig between his fingers. "Wait you're a…guy?"I leaned my head back and my eyes lidded over as he kept talking, "No way, that's crazy! I need to make sure!"

My eyes became wide then and I tried sitting up but it was too late. His hand cupped itself in-between my legs. The air caught in my throat as I hitched in a deep breath.

"Fuck y—"

"So…you are a guy…" He leaned in closer and began rubbing his nose against my ear.

I froze up, yet I felt like I was on fire. I couldn't really tell what was worse, feeling that way or actually being set aflame.

There was a cigarette right next to my ear where his other hand was. I became very aware of that. "Put that out before you start a fire."

He sat up a little and stared at the stick. "It's still got like…five hits left."

"It's a wonder you haven't burnt this place down yet…" I tried to use this opportunity to squeeze away.

He noticed and gripped his other hand tighter on me. "Stay put."

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" I barked, sending him the worst glare I could muster while practically being molested.

"Oh lighten up," his hand moved to the ash tray and he put out the cigarette then turned back to me. "I'm not going to do anything…not yet anyways."

"So, you're gay then?" I practically spit into his face. Usually I didn't like throwing that word around but he was upsetting me so it was totally justified.

He tilted his head a little and smiled. "I like to think of myself as…bi-curious…" I frowned and he asked, "Why, are you gay?"

"Why the fuck does it matter?" I crossed my arms on my chest and looked away from him. "And would you please remove your fucking hand from me?" Matt made a pouting face and I growled at him. "Get the fuck off of me!"

"Christ. You say 'fuck' a lot, don't you?"

"Only when I'm really fucking pissed off!" I was trying to use my arms to get him to move.

Finally he sat up and the warmth from his hand was gone. I sighed in relief then got up, instantly scooting away from him. The redhead lit another cigarette and reached down onto the floor. The snake wrapped itself around his arm and he continued smoking like that.

And then it was quiet again and I didn't know what to do. This whole situation was really awkward and I was fully regretting ever leaving the cabin. Maybe I could have really helped Misa with everything she was going through. Maybe all of us could have talked and worked things out. But instead I was here, breathing in second hand smoke as if it were air and getting groped by a guy I hardly knew.

I felt like such a sad excuse for a friend…

Suddenly the doorbell rang and both of us turned to look at it. Matt was the first to move, he stood up and walked back to his room. A few moments later he emerged with some pants on finally, as well as a red and black striped shirt and his gloves. The snake had migrated to his neck. While he walked up to the door he looked at me and put a finger to his mouth, as if to tell me not to speak.

Why the hell would that matter…?

When he opened the door I couldn't really see who it was. I did see that the guy was pretty damn tall and he didn't have any hair. They started speaking in some other language. I think it was Spanish.

Matt kept trying to block the man from seeing me; either that or he was blocking me from seeing who it was. It seemed like they were talking about me and then the guy used a large hand to move Matt out of the way.

He had sunglasses on and looked to be about thirty. Also, he was really big, probably the size of me and the redhead combined.

The man glared at me, I think, then turned towards Matt and started speaking again.

What the hell was going on…?

Matt turned around, a smile on his face but when his eyes met mine he frowned. My eyes were asking him 'what?' He didn't say anything; instead he walked over to a small space next to the couch and knelt down next to it. His gloved hands opened a small door in the floor and brought out metal box with a lock on it. Opening it with a key that had been in his pants he grabbed a couple baggies out of it. My eyes locked onto one of those baggies—it was full of white rocks.

And that was when I realized that Matt Jeevas was a drug dealer.

My heart dropped into my stomach when he walked pass me and back over to the man to hand him the drugs. They exchanged illegal substances for money and then the door was closed and we were alone once again.

I suddenly felt really sick to my stomach.

Drugs weren't really something I was familiar with, yet I had done my share of them. Usually it was when I was at someone else's house and when I didn't give any fucks. Though I basically stuck to pills or weed—drugs that weren't going to kill me.

I'd probably try anything anyone gave me, which was why I always ended up passing out at Near's place. That was usually where we all drank and did stupid stuff; his parents were almost never home. Thought it defiantly wasn't something I did every day or even every month. It was just whenever Misa or someone else got something.

But for some reason, even though I wasn't totally against drugs, I looked at Matt in a completely different way. It was as if he was all of a sudden someone to be feared instead of someone to make fun of or joke around with like he had been earlier.

The boy in my thoughts placed his reptile back into the cage once again and then sat down on the couch next to me. The process of him stubbing out a cigarette and lighting another one ensued and I felt like I shouldn't be there. Even more than I had moments ago.

"I was…kind of hoping to avoid that…" he finally said, blowing smoke into the room.

I narrowed my eyes at the floor and clenched my fists together. "What? The fact that you deal drugs?" I asked in a monotone voice.

He bowed his head and sighed. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Why…?"

"What do you mean, 'why'?"

I sat up and stared at him, my eyes serious. "Why sell drugs?"

He laughed a little, though he looked embarrassed at the same time. "It's easy money."

"So are plenty of other jobs, that aren't, you know, illegal."

He sighed out smoke and stared at the TV screen. "Can we not talk about this?"

I reeled back a little and turned away from him again. He was right. Who was I to ask him anything about his personal life? It didn't matter to me. He could sell all the drugs he wanted.

I kept my mouth shut and he was almost finished with his cigarette when he spoke. "Let's go do something. You wanna go get coffee?"

"I don't like coffee."

"Then I'll buy you a chocolate shake or something, let's just go," he said, grabbing my wrist and walking towards the door.

XxX

We ended up at a coffee shop and he had bought me a milkshake. Basically the whole time I tried not to stare at him like he was some kind of criminal, though it was kind of hard. I shouldn't have been so surprised…Someone had to sell drugs. And plenty of people did it these days anyway.

I glanced at the boy who was smoking again, even though I'm pretty sure I had seen a sign that said 'no smoking'. He looked magnificent as ever, I really didn't understand how someone could have such amazing features. Even with those goggles he still looked gorgeous. And I was sounding like some kind of fucking girly stalker…

"How's the shake?" he asked out of the blue.

I shrugged a little. "Fine."

He sipped on his coffee and continued smoking; I noticed he had been ashing on the floor. "Mello."

I glanced at him, eyes a little wide. "What?"

His eyes wandering, he took a deep breath. "I'm just going to get right to the point, okay?" I raised an eyebrow at him. Oh…this should be good. "I plan on having sex with you tonight."

I almost spit out the milkshake right onto his face. When I started talking, my voice was shaking, along with my hands. "I-is that why we went on this little date? So you wouldn't feel bad about seducing me afterwards?"

"Hmm, I hadn't even thought of that actually," he said, grinning.

I laughed sarcastically and pushed the cup away from me. "Well, it looks like things might not be going according to your plans tonight, sorry to disappoint." And then I stood up and began walking out of the store. There wasn't any way I was staying in there with him after he'd said something like that.

Did he think I was stupid? Some kind of slut he could just pick up off the street and expect a good fuck from?

Well he was wrong. I wasn't any kind of slut.

Of course he chased after me, like the damn mutt he was.

"Where are you going?" he yelled, running a little to catch up to me.

"Away from you," I ground out while I speed-walked.

Footsteps came closer to me. "What? Why?"

"You disgust me, take me home," I told him angrily.

He caught up to me and started walking beside me. "You don't mean that."

His arm brushed mine and I snapped, "If I didn't mean it I wouldn't have said it! Take me the fuck home!"

"Chill out, don't yell." He tried calming me down.

When his hand touched my shoulder I whipped my head towards him and punched him for the second time. "Don't fucking touch me!"

His eyes rolled up and locked on mine. The look in his eyes was kind of frightening. With the side of his face turning red, he latched his fingers around my arm and began pulling me towards an alley way.

His brute strength was the only thing keeping me there; it was almost just like when he had me pinned against the cabin wall. But this time I was even more upset.

"You need to calm the fuck down," he whispered.

"And you need to back the fuck off!" I screamed, eager to punch him again.

He narrowed his eyes and leaned in towards me, his nose touching mine. "I get it. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You sound anything but…"

"I am sorry, Mello. I didn't mean to freak you out."

He really was insane. There wasn't any possible way that a normal person would say something like that and not expect someone to be upset. "I guess I'm just not really used to rejection, it's kind of frustrating," he admitted.

I huffed and glared at the ground. "Yeah well. I'm not one of your whores."

"I never said you were…"

He didn't even deny the fact that he had whores.

"Let me go…" I sighed out. I was tired…just really tired of everything.

He did and I stepped away from him, backing away into the darker part of the alleyway. "Don't…follow me…"

Those green eyes narrowed and I took off running.

XxX

"Could I have a taxi come to 36th and…uh, Marshall, please? The closest address is…3616."

"A cab will be there shortly; thank you for your business."

I hung up the pay phone and sighed. I guess it was a good thing I carried around change. But now I had this terrible empty feeling in my gut and I couldn't understand why. Obviously I didn't come here to be taken advantage of or anything of the sort. The reason I left was because Matt had convinced me to…and I didn't want to stay there with my friends the way things were.

So why did it feel like this was an even bigger mistake…?

That guy was a douchebag! I didn't want to be around him any longer than I had to…yet I didn't want to leave…

It felt like my whole world was going backwards with him around. I hated it. I hated him. All he wanted to do was use me…that's it. I just had to accept that fact and move on with my life. I'd go home and wait for everyone to get back from the trip if they hadn't already. I'd apologize my heart out and beg for them to be my friends again. I'd try and help as much as I could with everyone's problems.

I just wish I had at least grabbed my bag from Matt's apartment…that had my phone and most of my money in it. Maybe I'd just end up buying a new one…

This was better though. It was better than being used and way better than having to deal with that prick any longer. I sat down on a bench and waited, wishing I had my phone. Wishing I hadn't ever gotten into the car with the redhead. Regretting how damn…stupid I had been.

A car drove up to the side of the road and I perked my head up. I really…didn't expect to see him there.

Did he want to use me that badly…? Was I some kind of special piece of ass he couldn't stand letting go?

I had nothing to say to him.

Apparently he didn't have anything to say to me either. Instead of talking he walked towards me.

I defiantly had something to say then though. "Stay back!"

He ignored my words and continued coming until he grabbed my arm, pulled me up from the bench and connected his lips with mine. I was about to slap him or do something but I couldn't. Why…? Because kissing him was one of the most amazing things in the world…

Even if I hated him…when he kissed me I melted. I hated him even more for that.

He pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "You scared the shit out of me. I thought I wasn't going to find you."

"I told you…not to follow me, you dumbshit…"

"I didn't at first…" He leaned in and kissed me again, turning me into candle wax. "But then I kind of realized some things."

"That you're a total asshole…?"

More kisses. "Yeah, basically."

I could hardly breathe. Why was it that I could absolutely loathe this man's entire being but still love kissing him? How was that even feasible?

"H-how…did you even find me?" I managed to ask. His knee was positioned between my legs, pressing further against my growing erection.

"You left a trail of chocolate…"

He was just saying shit, apparently he didn't want to tell me or he couldn't think of anything better to say than that. He pulled me to the side of a building for the…third time and pressed his body to mine. It was incredible but so fucking wrong.

I wanted all of him, but I needed none of him.

I needed his touch, but I couldn't stand his hands on me.

It was the most confusing feeling I had ever encountered.

His hand went for my waist and he slipped a few fingers past the belt of my pants. I swallowed thickly and put a hand on top of his. "Matt…s-stop, that's enough. We're in public."

He sighed and glared at me with fiery eyes. "I'm so damn tired of waiting…"

My eyes grew weary. "It's been like three days since I met you…"

"That's way too fucking long…"

"I don't even know how old you are…" I mouthed as he began wiggling his fingers along my waist line.

He spoke in a husky tone, "My name is Matt Jeevas. I'm nineteen years old. My favorite color is red. I like cigarettes, video games, and Mello. Is that enough?"

My eyes wandered and I racked my brain for another excuse. "You don't even know anything about me…"

"So tell me! I'll listen, I promise!"

Yeah…he'll listen because if he doesn't then he's not getting anything from me. He's just doing this so that I'll sleep with him. He doesn't have anything else in mind.

We both turned when we heard a loud beeping of a horn. There was a taxi pulled up behind Matt's car, waiting for me. The guy couldn't see us because of the positioning…so he'd leave soon if I didn't get away from the crazy redhead.

What was I supposed to do…?

I felt like I was on some kind of cliff…trying to figure out if I should jump or remain on it with a hungry lion. If I jumped, I would most likely die instantly. If I stayed, I'd probably get eaten alive.

Which one was worse…?

The taxi beeped again and my head was pounding.

The fact was that there wasn't any way I was getting away from Matt. I'd ultimately chosen the hardest way to die. I was going to be devoured. Well, at least he was a really attractive lion.

XxX

Matt drove with a lead foot. It seemed like he was really expecting something when we got back to the apartment. I was desperately trying not to throw myself out of the car. This wasn't going to be horrible. I had to realize that. So what if he just wanted a quick fuck? Shouldn't I have been happy that he was so damn sexy? Why wasn't I thinking like him?

I knew why. It was because I didn't do this kind of thing with just anyone.

The last and first time I had ever had sex was maybe nine months ago, and it was because I was drunk off my ass. I didn't remember any of it, and I was glad. I hadn't even known the guy.

So obviously, it wasn't something I thought about a lot like most guys did. And besides, I tried my best to stay the hell away from anything that might cause me to fall into a relationship. I didn't want to be a sucker or end up heartbroken like Misa.

But here I was, walking into this drug dealer's apartment. It was kind of like walking to my own funeral, knowing that I was going to die and accepting that fact. It made me depressed.

Matt grabbed my hand and led me back to one of the two rooms. He shut the door behind him and took off his shirt in one swift movement. "How old are you, Mello?" he asked while walking towards me.

I backed away a little; I ended up sitting on the bed. "Seventeen."

"You look a lot older…seeing as how all you wear is leather."

"It's what I've always worn."

"It's fucking terrible…you look so damn irresistible."

My brain was frantically searching for something to avoid this situation. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. "I'm a virgin."

Matt stopped his approach on me and tilted his head. "You're lying again."

"I'm not." So I was lying. But maybe if I told him that, then he wouldn't be so apt to jump all over me.

He thought for a few seconds then placed his hands on the bed, one on each side of me. He looked me in the eyes and bit the side of his lip. I stared back with no expression. Then, shaking his head, he stood back up and scratched at his skull with both his hands. "Gahhhh! Goddamnit, now I'll feel like an ass if I do anything…"

Bingo. The idiot had a conscious, albeit a really pitiful one.

The mood suddenly went from black to white and my heartbeat slowed down. I felt like I was in the safe zone. Lying was defiantly a good thing sometimes.

He sat on the bed beside me and fell backwards, sighing heavily. "I wouldn't have pictured you being a virgin…"

"So you're saying I look like a slut?" I asked, anger seeping into my tone.

He sat back up and leaned in towards me. "Naw. You're just way too hot."

I glared at him. "You really make me sound like I'm a fucking girl."

"I'm sorry, Marshmellow."

When the hell did he come up with these nicknames…?

"Well I suppose I can learn to wait. If it's for you, Mello. Though I'd much rather have sex first and ask questions later..." I narrowed my eyes and he continued, "But, apparently that's not how you roll. Jesus, guys are so much harder to deal with than women…"

"So go find yourself a girl…" I mumbled.

He grabbed my chin and locked eyes with me. "I don't want a girl. I want Mello."

Maybe…Matt wasn't a complete asshole…just maybe.