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Ok, ok, sorry, PTSD moment... henh, henh, henh. But yeah, I'm updating again until get ten reviews. Better get to work, Duckies!

"I CAN FINALLY WALK!" I yelled as I jumped out of bed.

Today was the day Mello, Matt, and I were going to New York. Halle had no idea that we'd randomly show up. Well, Mello was going to her apartment and I was going to Hannah's, but we were going to get into the SPK, one way or another.

"Shut up, Purity," Matt yelled. "I was up all night completing Kirby's Epic Yarn!"

"Again? Can you beat King Dedede for me?" I asked.

"And can you get past the second level for me?" I heard Mello yell.

"No, they're your games!" Matt yelled back.

"We both know you'll end up playing them anyway!" Mello shouted.

"No I won't!"

"Do I need to remind you about Super Mario Galaxy?" Mello asked.

"Or Raman Raving Rabids 1, 2, and TV Party?" I added.

Matt sighed so loud I could hear him on the other side of the apartment. "It's not my fault you guys suck at video games."

"Hey!" I yelled, storming out of my room and into his. "Mihael sucks at games, I don't. I'm just not dedicated to them twenty-four seven like someone I know!"

I noticed he was still playing Mario Kart. He'll never give up until he beats my record. I held the high score on Mario Kart, and he still couldn't beat it. It was great, beating the best gamer I've ever met in a video game.

"Don't shoot me, but I'm close to beating your score," he said, eyes glued to the screen.

I looked at the screen. He was close... to my old score, not my new one. But I didn't have the heart to tell him.

"Yes! Yes yes yes yes! I beat you!" he cheered.

"No, you didn't. See?" I pointed to the screen, and at the top of the leader board: 'Chocolate_Pocky'.

"Let's go," he sighed bitterly.

I nodded and started packing all my stuff. I didn't have much, since a lot of it was in the explosion just over a month ago. I noticed Mello wasn't anywhere to be seen. Very unusual, since there was still his stash of chocolate in the vegetable draw in the fridge. I took three blocks, put them in one of my bags, and barged into the blond's room.

I saw Mello, sleeping, half on his bed and his head lying on the floor. It was really funny to look at, but I had to wake him up. I took a photo, then snapped a piece of chocolate over his face. His blue eyes immediately flew open and he grabbed the chocolate. Unfortunately for him, his arms were holding him up, so he fell right onto his back and winded himself.

"I thought that you were a genius, Mihael Keehl," I managed to say though my laughter.

"Let's go," he sighed bitterly.

By the end of three hours, we were all packed. You'd think that, because I'm the only girl in the group, that I'd take the longest to pack, but it was Matt. That guy has way too much technology.

"Do you really need to take fourteen laptops to New York?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. Now go buy the tickets! I'm going in technology withdrawal!" the auburn haired teen yelled.

I sighed. How did I end up being the youngest but also most mature?

"Three tickets to New York," I said.

"Are you under eighteen?" I was asked.

"My friend isn't, and another of my friends is," I answered.

"Well, if your friend could please buy these tickets," said the attendant.

I nodded and walked over to Mello, pulling him back to the counter.

"You have to buy them," I told him.

"Have you always been this annoying little person?" he asked me.

"Yes she has!" Matt yelled from behind us.

"Shut up Chain-Mail!" I yelled back at him.

Ok, I take back what I said before; I'm not always the most mature, but I am most of the time.

We soon had our tickets, Matt waved goodbye to his computers, Mello had a hard time getting though security, I was annoyed by the lack of good food in the airport (I mean, what kind of airport doesn't have enough chocolate for two chocoholics?), and soon it was time to board the plane.

"They had better have mini Toblerones on this plane or I am going to freak and when we land..." I made an exploding gesture with my hands, "boom!"

"You really need chocolate, don't you?" Matt asked.

"You're kidding me, right? We lived together for years, and she lived with L. You think she doesn't need chocolate?" Mello said from the aisle seat.

"Or at least sweets?" I added from my window seat.

"Hey, why did I get the middle seat?" the auburn haired teen asked.

"Well, one, I know that the middle seat always has the better TV. Two, I wanted the window seat. And three, security wants Mels in the aisle in case he does anything, because of the customs incident," I listed.

"Can we never speak of that? Mainly around the Sheep?" Mello asked.

"You know he probably knows already?" I asked.

"How?" the blond asked.

"Well, him or Kira. Actually, both probably know," I told him as the plane started to move down the run way.

"What?!"

"Mini Toblerone anyone?" asked the flight attendant.

"How many can I have?" I asked.

"This bag, no one seems to want them. And that blond lady back there screams anytime they get within three rows of her," the attendant, Georgia, told us, gesturing to a row of seats five behind ours'.

"I'll take them off your hands," I offered as the bag of chocolate was passed over to me.

I looked back at the seats Georgia had mentioned, and I nearly screamed. What the hell was Misa Amane doing on a plane from LA to New York?!

"Hey, you ok? You look like you just saw Near or something equally white," Matt said as I sat back down.

"Misa Amane," was I said. Well, it was more of a hiss. A very poisonous hiss.

"That annoying blond girl? The one that was a pop star years ago?" he asked back.

"The very same one that I lived with before... he died..." I went quite for a little while.

Both Mello and I were silent for the rest of the flight, and Matt fell asleep a while after my freak out from Amane.

I walked off the plane when it landed and I then waited at the ramp for Misa. I told Matt and Mello to go on ahead and wait for me at the front of the airport.

"Misa Amane," I said in an L-like voice.

"Rima?" she asked. I noticed that Mogi and Aziawa were walking up behind her.

"Yea! How's Matusi?" I asked.

"Slightly traumatised..." she said as if she were sorry for him.

"Really? Why?" I asked with feigned innocence. Of course I knew; I blew up a building with him in it.

My phone buzzed. It read: Hurry up, Pocky girl; Matt won't let me open my bag until you get here!

"Well, I gotta go. Bye!" I ran off, leaving Misa in the dust.