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Suggested Listening: Animal by Ellie Goulding

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Part 12

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"We should do something."

Mello looked up from the loveseat and blinked steadily at Matt. Matt who usually had to be poked, prodded, and practically dragged out of his apartment, had just suggested they go out. What was the catch?

"Don't look at me like that. I just know you wanted to do dinner here last night, and that didn't go well."

Mello grinned softly. No it hadn't. Mello had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Matt, and by the time the both of them were up at the same time, neither of them had wanted to actually cook and they had ended up eating leftover sandwich meat. Not something Mello would have called a success.

Mello would have done dinner in that night again instead, but if Matt was offering to go out...

Mello smirked deviously, and Matt sighed. "Oh Matt, when will you ever learn not to tempt me?"

"I'm not going to like this, am I?"

Mello hopped from the couch. "Get a jacket, and let's go."

Matt merely sighed.

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"Your big plan is pizza and booze? Wow, that's original." While Matt was being rather sarcastic about everything, he had yet to really protest. Mello had figured Matt would still prefer to eat at the apartment, and as long as they were spending time together, Mello would rather him feel comfortable. Mostly. He was still going to continually make Matt leave the apartment; that was non-negotiable.

They had already gotten the pizza, which Matt had insisted needed anchovies that Mello was certain Matt knew he hated, and it sat in the backseat smelling up the car, despite the anchovies, making them both hungry.

However, Mello had stopped at a small plaza that had Starbucks as well as a liquor store in it. His original intention had been to get coffee, though Matt's comment had given him an idea. Alcohol really did go rather well with greasy foods. And pizza definitely counted as greasy.

"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 really tried 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. Matt grinned innocently at him, and Mello rolled his eyes as he rounded the corner to a new aisle. Matt was not innocent.

Mello picked up a bottle, liking the odd shape of it, and was in the middle of reading the label when something rammed into his leg. Nearly dropping the bottle, Mello turned and glared, expecting some bratty child brought in by an idiot parent and found Matt. Same difference really.

"What is your problem?" he hissed. Really, was he dealing with a five-year-old or a nineteen-year old?

Matt nudged him with the chair again with a wide grin. Matt rolled back a few feet and sat there, waiting. Mello wasn't certain what the hell Matt was thinking, and he couldn't be bothered. The second he went back to reading, he saw Matt move from the corner of his eye. Jumping out of the way Matt wheeled passed him, skidding to a stop and spinning to face Mello again.

Matt was actually going to chase him? Mello figured he should be angry, but the simple fact that Matt might be having a bit of fun stilled his anger. Instead, Mello chucked the bottle of something-or-other alcohol at Matt and took off down the aisle.

Mello didn't hear a crash, so he figured Matt had caught it. He heard the swoosh of the wheels on the cement floor and snatched another bottle from the shelf at random, turned and tossed it to Matt who had to let go of the wheels to catch it. The previous one was being toted in the pouch at Matt's side.

Mello snickered softly as Matt narrowly avoided crashing. Mello picked up two bottles of 'good' stuff and hid it on his person until Matt had caught up. He launched them at the redhead just as he turned the corner. This time there was a crash, but Mello had already rounded the corner and didn't stop to check it out.

The game continued until they had almost run a fellow customer over and the manager threw them out of the store. Matt's side bag was loaded with bottles, and when they reached the car and looked at each other they were sent into a fit of laughter.

This was something that teenagers were supposed to do, not a member of the mafia and a bitter wheelchair-bound super geek.

What was Mello to care though? It had gotten Matt to enjoy himself and laugh. And free alcohol.

Back at the apartment, they took stock of what exactly they had. Two different types of whiskey, three bottles of stuff they had never heard of, and a nice bottle of wine. "Not bad considering we hadn't meant to shoplift."

Mello snorted and snatched the bottle of mystery booze and opened it. It tasted a little fruity. Not bad but kind of odd. He passed it over to Matt who made a face and passed it back. "It's all yours, Mello. I think that's the first one you threw at me."

Mello shrugged and took another sip as he watched Matt open the pizza. Maybe with the alcohol on his tongue, the fish pizza wouldn't taste as bad. Somehow Mello thought, even drunk, it would still taste like crap.

Mello was seated on the arm of the loveseat while Matt was stationed close enough for Mello's knees to touch the wheel of the chair, the pizza on his lap. The pizza tasted nasty. Even after Mello had picked off the anchovies. On the upside, it had lived up to his expectations.

Mello munched slowly on the pizza crust, which didn't taste like fish, and let his eyes wander as his thoughts were on nothing in particular. And though he tried-and he really had-his eyes kept landing somewhere around Matt. His lips, in particular.

Mello wasn't drunk; he hadn't had more than a few sips of the mystery bottle. Maybe he could say that he was simply tired and not thinking right or too high on the feelings of a day gone right, but whatever it was, it was a nuisance.

His heart pounded in his ears as if warning him like the beats of a war drum, but Mello ignored it and leaned down, pressing his lips to Matt's. He had slid his tongue across Matt's lip before he really realized what he was doing, had done in the spur of the moment.

Mello pulled back, nearly falling backwards over the arm of the loveseat, and took in Matt's quiet expression of shock.

"I-"

"No, it's ok." Matt looked like he wanted to be anywhere than where he was, but unable to escape. In that moment Mello hated himself.

"I'll just go. See you tomorrow." Mello forced the words out and hurried out the door before Matt could protest, though Mello didn't think he would. Why did he have to go and fuck everything up?

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-End Part 12-

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AN: So I had been holding off since this was the last chapter edited, but then I honestly forgot to post it XD

-randomly, the wheelchair chase was inspired by something that happened in HS with me and a friend. She was in a wheel chair for a while after surgery on her legs and we always left class early so we could use the elevator to get her to her next classes *me holding her books and opening doors etc*. On a few occasions she would chase me down the halls with the chair, it was quite fun actually.

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Special thanks to reviewers: RavenNightray99, violet -x3 stone, Keono, fatkitty123, issagokurosaki, ForeverMATT, Deadly Nightshade1395

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