cigarettes and chocolate milk
these are just a couple of my cravings
everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
a little bit thicker
a little bit harmful for me
if i should buy jellybeans
have to eat them all in just one sitting
everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
a little bit fatter
a little bit harmful for me
and then there's those other things
which for several reasons we won't mention
everything about them is a little bit stranger
a little bit harder
a little bit deadly
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
with scrappy boys faces
have general run of the town
playing with prodigal songs
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty
you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
maintaining mystique while facing forward
i suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'
it isn't very smart
tends to make one part so broken-hearted
still there's not a show on my back
holes or a friendly intervention
i'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
a little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
so please be kind if i'm a mess
cigarettes and chocolate milk
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Near liked their times together, just the three of them. Mello and he sometimes played chess (which Mello promised Near he would beat him at), and Matt would lounge, upside-down on a plush arm chair next to the two of them. Sometimes, they would all three go out to the town of Winchester and spend oodles of money in the toy shops, and candy shops. 'This town has nothing! I have to London to get anything!' Matt would complain good naturally, waving his arms. Mello would shove him, rolling his eyes and giving the red-head a lollypop; Near would crack a tiny smile and play with whatever new toy the two had bought him.
The night that the two top students found out that L had died, they were both frozen with shock.
Near's expression never changed, but Mello could see that the youngest out of the three of them wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Mello turned to Roger, giving the old man his 'I hate Near because he's number one' act, before storming out of the office to do his own private mourning.
Roger turned to the young child, a small frown dancing on his lips. "Near...you have no objections to working with Mello?"
Near stood, fingering a small white curl that wound around his ear. He needed a hair cut soon..."No, I feel that I would work well with Mello...and Matt if that would be possible." The boy of thirteen turned on his socked foot, clenching his Transformers figure.
He could hear Mello and Matt arguing in their shared room when he walked up to the closed door. Mello's voice was shrill and loud, whereas Matt's was calm with a slight edge of anger to it. "I fucking am going!" Mello yelled, and there was the sound of his wardrobe doors being roughly pulled open.
Matt sighed, and Near could imagine the smoke from a cigarette tumbling out of his mouth. "Mello, why? You know very well that L wouldn't want you to...and what about Near?"
"FUCK NEAR!" There was the sound of a suitcase being thrown down onto the floor. Near's hand recoiled from knocking on the door; the boy's grey eyes were wide and the feeling of hurt curled itself into his heart. "J-just f-fuck this place, a-and fuck L..." Near could tell that Mello had his hands over his face, and he could almost see Matt hugging his best friend.
Near curled his fingers into a loose fist, bringing his hand back to his side. A soundless sigh left the albino's lips, and he placed the small six inch action figure on the ground beside the door. The boy stared at the figurine for a moment before he turned on his heel.
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An indication of MxMxN? Yes. 'Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk' is PERFECT for those three, don't you think? Please review.
