Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. I did, however, almost write this with Russian letters. Lucky I caught that mistake.
A.N./ Hello, my darlings. What brings you here today? It better damn well be to read this 'cause if it's not I'm gong to be super pissed. Not that I'll know anyway unless you tell me. O.O I'm watching you. I think I'll just start updating on weekends cause of all the difficulties of doing it during the week. It's all good. I learned something new today! I learned that it used to be real difficult trying to catch a train when we didn't have set time zones. :)
[Mello's point of view]
Mello sighed. He had stopped crying an hour ago and now just lay here trying to fall asleep. It wasn't working out that well. He had tried counting sheep, but that didn't work. He tried to relax and take deep breaths, but that didn't work either. Now he was imagining a fat lady singing, but apparently this wasn't going to work either.
Mello looked over to Near who seemed to be dreaming something, but for the first time he didn't want to know what. He was still frustrated beyond belief that he knew he and Near were probably going to fall out of love. Well, seriously, here they were (A.N./ I always have imagined this in America) in America, country of freedom, equality, and practically 50% divorce rate. If married couples couldn't stay together what was the hope for some strange pedophile.
He sighed again. At this rate he would have worry wrinkles by the time he was thirty. Not a good thing. It seemed sleep willed not to come to him as he counted his three hundredth sheep, an estimation because he lost count long ago.
"If only I weren't such an idiot. Maybe then I would have done the right thing and handed you over to social services." Slowly he ran a hand through his hair. What he needed was a real good drink and a good night's rest. Probably only after that would he actually start feeling better, well, after the whole hangover thing.
"That's it. I'm going to go grab a drink." Mello hoisted himself off the bed and dialed Matt's number.
Ring... Ring... Ring...
"Nnng."
"Matt? You there?" He asked quietly not wanting to wake the little angel beside him that he constantly soiled with his filth.
"It is three in the fucking morning. Where the hell else would I be?" Mello could hear the annoyance in the other's voice only then realizing how late it actually was.
"Sorry, will you come watch Near for a little while so I can go grab some liquor? I'll give you some too."
"Fine. Whatever you want." The other muttered. Mello thanked the heavens for having such a wonderful friend.
[Matt's point of view]
Matt had to drag himself out of bed after Mello's phone call. His friend was such a dope. He didn't even realize Matt's feelings. He was way too caught up in being a child molester to even care. Why the hell did he think that Matt would just get up in the middle of the night for no reason other than he asked if he wasn't madly in love with the bastard. Honestly, sometimes the man didn't think.
A.N./ Yay, for shortness. ^^'' I've already planned out the ending, though, I'm not sure you all will be happy with it.