What to do… what to do… I paced around my room slowly. Then a thought occurred. A very good thought. I knew how to get Matt completely begging now. It couldn't be too hard. After all, I managed to get him to fight off a major addiction just by saying I didn't kiss smokers. I guess all I had to do was wait until he got back so I could tease him a little. Only thing was, I had to wait. Man I hated waiting. I picked up a book and flicked through the pages. Gah, dammit, that wouldn't do. He was pretty up front on going for me, but I was the one who was meant to be doing that. He wasn't allowed to win like that. The door was slammed open with a loud crash and I looked over to see Matt on his hands and knees on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing?" I laughed.

"I tripped." He replied innocently, blushing.

"Opening a door?"

"Yeah... kinda..."

"You retard."

"You're loving today."

"I always am."

I picked up a book he had abandoned the previous night and started to read it, but Matt promptly pulled it out of my hand and sat next to me on the arm of the chair.

"No, no studying. You'll go crazy again."

"I never went crazy!" I argued, pulling the book back.

"Yeah, you did. Mr I-don't-need-my-sleep-because-I'm-going-to-beat-Near-even-if-it-kills-me"

"Wow, I think that's the longest nickname you've ever given me."

"Oh, sorry, Melanie."

"Whatever, Matt-tard."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're a whole different kind of retard. The Matt-tard."

"Yeah, well I don't have Hello Kitty pyjamas."

"Shuttup, Pikachu boy."

"Roger wants to talk to Mello." A dull, monotonous voice interrupted, making both of our heads snap around to the door. I was getting so sick of that white-haired shit coming into our room every five seconds to tell me I was in trouble.

"Why would he send the white-haired freak to tell me?" I replied. Stupid Near. Interrupting my Matt-tard time.

"Last I checked, your hair was blonde, not white."

"Yeah, because I so wasn't meaning you."

"I have no time for this. Roger wants to see you, and acting childish wont make him change his mind."

"Call me childish when you look like an eight year old girl." I snapped, pushing him out of the way and storming through the door.

"Oh, by the way, L said you look adorable in a dress."

"I bet you kept a copy of the picture for yourself." I muttered, walking heavily down the hallway. What the hell does Roger want?

I sat down in the chair in front of Roger's desk and looked around with an annoyed look on my face, waiting for him to stop shuffling papers around and tell me why I was there.

"Do you know why you're here?" He asked finally.

"No, I haven't done anything."

"Just to see how things are going with Matt, he's been here for a while now and I just wanted to check that everything was still going okay."

"Oh, I thought this was about the dance."

"Well, how you dress, however entertaining it is, is up to you. I'm not going to discriminate over that. Plus, you gave L something to smile about during a difficult case."

"Well things are fine with Matt and I."

"There have just been some rumours going around that I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate."

"What? About me and Matt?" I frowned and leaned forward in my seat a little.

"Yes, but if things are fine then it's not my place to say anything."

"Okay then…" I raised an eyebrow, wondering who had said something, and first off who had seen us in the first place. It had to be Near. That white haired freak.

"Have a good afternoon." Roger stood up and opened the door for me. I took my leave and silently walked back to our room, trying to think of who had said something to Roger.

"What'd he want? Was it about you dressing as a girl?" Matt asked. I shook my head and shut the door behind me.

"He asked about us." I replied quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, apparently he's heard rumours. Who knows about us?"

"Nobody, so maybe he's talking about something else? Like from when you hated me, if you'd been talking to someone and said it? Or when you were mad at me or something?"

"Yeah, probably." I walked over to him and practically curled up in his lap, resting my head against his chest and placing my hand on his waist.

"Wow, you're affectionate all of a sudden."

He pulled out his gameboy, of all things, and used my shoulder to steady his arm on.

"Don't make me break that. I'm being nice for once."

"Yes, and this moment is perfect. Don't ruin it."

"You have a strange sense of perfection, Matty."

"Don't forget that I think you're perfect."

"Yeah, strange sense of perfect."

But I must admit, moments like that really were perfect.