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Part 11
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The incessant ringing of his cell phone woke Mello, and with a groan that was closer to a whine, he groped around for the tiny device. "Oh good, Mello; you were awake-"
"No, I was not awake!" he snapped. The voice on the other end didn't register in his mind, which made him more irritated at being woken.
"Well that's of no consequence. Now, have you found Matt yet? It has been quite a while since we have talked, and you don't seem to pick up my calls-"
Of no consequence? Mello scowled as the caller ID read 'Roger' and couldn't believe he hadn't recognized it earlier. The time on the phone read just after two am, about an hour after Mello had finally gotten to sleep. Mello exploded.
"What the fuck possessed you to call at two in the morning, you old fucker?! Some of us actually need to get sleep to do things the next day." And with that, Mello hung up, turned his phone off and tossed the blankets over his head.
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In the morning, when Mello turned his phone on, he had eleven missed calls and five voice-mails from Roger. Sneering, Mello deleted them all. He usually left his phone on at all times unless he could avoid it; one never knew when the mafia would need him, and there would be problems if he didn't pick up. The same rules, however, did not apply to Roger. Mello couldn't care less if the other was dying on the other end and was calling for help.
With a small yawn, Mello lazily got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He wouldn't be going over to Matt's just yet; instead, he had some errands to run. Number one being procuring more chocolate and the other making certain the cleaners hadn't fucked up his leather. It looked good on him, felt good to wear, but was not machine washable. It was inconvenient. It was the reason he even had jeans in his wardrobe at all.
There was nothing Mello could do about that, however, so he grabbed the rental car keys and left the hotel, taking the stairs all the way down.
Coffee was the first stop to ensure he was awake enough to be driving. Chocolate and other necessity shopping came next with the dry cleaning being last. Surprisingly there hadn't been a long wait, and his leather was in perfect condition.
Mello stretched just after he loaded his laundry into the backseat. He had not slept well, and his shoulders protested all the tossing and turning that had been done. He sighed. No time to fix that. It was back to the hotel for now. He still needed to shower, and the drinks he had gotten needed to be refrigerated. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and resisted the urge to lay on the horn at the idiocy of the other drivers. Seriously, how had some of them even gotten a license?
After much muttering to himself, Mello was finally able to get into the hotel parking lot; gathering all the bags into his hands, he managed to close the hatch with his elbow. With coffee in his system and a small bar of his favorite chocolate wedged between his teeth, Mello made quick work of the flights of stairs up to his hotel room.
He kicked the room's door shut behind him and let loose a sigh of relief. Rearranging the mini-fridge, he was able to fit all his purchases with a satisfying smirk. With no one around, Mello stripped and walked nude into the bedroom where he put his laundry away except for what he would wear later.
He glanced at the time and swore, hurrying to take his shower. It was close to when he had wanted to leave for Matt's.
Mello had decided the other night that, instead of getting take-out again, they would just make something at Matt's. Mello had known it would be too late in the day, bordering evening, to attempt something complicated and had bought a variety of things from the grocers frozen section. It wasn't exactly from-scratch cooking but neither was it take-out or order-in food either.
He wasn't certain he could handle another Chinese food dinner.
Mello towel dried his hair and brushed it out after dressing. Taking one of the shopping bags, Mello stuffed the frozen foods inside and left the apartment for the second time that day.
As had become custom, Mello stopped for coffee, though he didn't see the point in getting any snacks as he was bringing plenty over.
He had a bit of trouble getting the coffee and everything else up the steps but managed not to spill anything. Mello did, however, have to drop the bags to knock. He stood there for a few minutes before knocking again, but Matt never answered. He knew Matt wouldn't have gone out so close to when Mello had said he was coming over, so he tried the knob, and to Mello's surprise, it turned.
Matt never left it unlocked. Well, almost never.
Mello didn't call out once inside though and instead made certain everything went into the freezer, coffee excluded. There wasn't any sign of Matt, and all was silent in the apartment. Curious, Mello left the kitchen and went in search of the elusive redhead.
Matt's laptop was off, and when Mello looked, the bathroom door was open and the light out. That left the guest bedroom and Matt's room. Mello had never been in either, so he went to the one that was open. He had expected it to be empty.
The only light in the room was that which streamed through the open blinds, and the room had a slightly smoky scent to it. Even if all Mello had noticed was the scent, he would have known it was Matt's. What really clinched it was the fact that Matt was asleep on the bed. He was on top of the covers as though he had only intended to rest for a few minutes.
Creeping across the room, Mello took what portions of the quilt Matt wasn't lying on and covered him with it. Matt looked pale, more so than he usually did; Mello hoped he wasn't sick.
Mello scowled at the mini-trashcan off to the left. It was full of energy drinks. That was what was probably messing with Matt's system, if nothing else. Leaving the room, Mello went to the kitchen where he filled a glass with water and returned to leave it on the bedside table, though far enough from the wheelchair so it wouldn't get knocked over when Matt got back in it.
With a small shake of his head, Mello closed the door gently behind him.
Now knowing the other room was the spare bedroom, Mello stole the quilt from the bed and took it with him to the living room. After grabbing his coffee from the counter, he curled up on the loveseat with the television's remote.
Mello flipped to some investigation channel and left the volume on the lowest setting he could whilst still being able to hear. Mello was a little hungry already though decided dinner could wait until Matt was up, whenever that would be.
His eyes were closed less than a half hour later, food forgotten.
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-End Part 11-
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AN: yeah sorry for the long wait, i've been in a writing mood more than editing, and to be honest this was the last part edited by the beta so far, so I was trying to hold off XD.
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Special thanks to reviewers: violet -x3 stone, fatkitty123, issagokurosaki, Nazlyn101, Keono, Deadly Nightshade1395
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Preview of next part: "You have your ID on you?" Mello asked as he wheeled Matt over the curb and into the store.
"Yeah, never leave home without it. Just like my lock-pick." Matt replied. Mello kicked the back of his chair.
"A simple no would have sufficed." Matt was really trying his patience at times.
"I never said I didn't have it."
Mello rubbed at his eyes and wondered why he had wanted to be friends with such a bastard.
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