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AN: i'm a terrible author, I know. And I would promise a better updating schedule—but if there is anyone left from when I first started posting on this site, you know I wont follow it XD

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Part 14

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Six days and counting.

Mello found it a little pathetic that he was keeping record even unconsciously of how many days it had been since he had kissed Matt. With a small sigh, he pillowed his head on his arms and attempted to distract himself with whatever movie Matt had chosen to watch.

Neither of them had felt much like going out, and truth be told, Mello wasn't certain when they would again. There just hadn't been the right atmosphere for days, and Mello didn't have the energy to push it.

At least they were able to have a conversation again without the awkward silences in between; that had been the worst. On the bright side, which was looking increasingly bleak day by day, there didn't seem to be any permanent damage to all the progress made between them.

On the not so bright-side... Mello was still having trouble looking at him. When he did, Mello was hard pressed not to let his eyes wander. Forget it if Matt was speaking to him and Mello happened to look over. Of all things he had to have a fascination with, he had chosen his lips.

Why did it have to be Matt?

Although Mello admitted it could be worse. It could have been Near. That would have been a serious issue seeing as Mello wouldn't even spit on Near if he were on fire. Attraction and hate just don't mix well.

"Thank God for small favors..."

"Did you say something, Mello?" Mello looked up but kept his gaze just to the left of Matt. This couldn't keep up, he was going to have to get over himself, bury his feelings, and move on or he was going to go crazy.

"Nope. Losing your marbles already Matt?"

"No more than usual." Matt grinned and Mello was hardly thrown by the violent tug that sent to his groin. It was like he was a teenager again. He had just gotten away from that, and now it was back.

Being attracted to anybody came with a lot of problems it seemed. Good thing he was curled up on the loveseat—which incidentally wouldn't be seeing any kind of action like that probably ever—where Matt couldn't see that part of him.

Hello, tight leather, have you met erection? No? Well, you are currently squishing him.

"Mello."

Mello blinked at the hand that was waved in front of his face. "What?"

"Your phone is going off."

Mello finally noticed it once it was pointed out and leapt from the couch like a cat on a hot tin roof. If it was Rod-

"Yes?" he picked up without glancing at the caller ID. There hadn't been time.

"Mello. It's Roger-" and just like that, whatever good had been in Mello's day evaporated. Roger had a special talent like that.

"What the hell do you want, Roger?" Most if not all of their conversations went or started as such. Mello really wished Roger had forgotten he existed since the last call.

"I was wondering if you had found Matt yet. Everyone else is ready and willing to meet at Wammy's, and the two of you are the only ones unaccounted for."

"Fucker, you knew I would look for him and that I would be the only one to find him." Mello grit his teeth and cursed himself for the slip. He had inadvertently said he'd found Matt.

Matt touched his arm, and Mello flinched but looked at Matt, who had wheeled into the kitchen with him. 'Put it on speaker' Matt mouthed, and though Mello thought it might be a bad idea, he did so anyway.

"We would really like for the pair of you to come to Wammy's House. As I said before you are the only two unaccounted for."

"Roger you can go to- hold on." Matt had motioned to him, and Mello pulled the phone away, placing his hand over the mouthpiece.

"Tell him we will be there."

"What? Why the fuck would either of us want to go there?" Though it was nice to think that Matt meant to travel with him even if it was to Hell.

"They are just going to hound us about it until we go. Might as well get it over with and maybe cause a little trouble too." The way Matt said that made Mello think he planned on doing something to make them think twice about calling them for a visit again.

"What do you mean hound 'us'? They don't even have your number." Mello swore and frowned at Matt's poor attempt at innocence. He really did not want this. Not at all.

Mello sighed and removed his hand.

"Fine, Roger, we will go for a visit. But do not expect it to end well. I've had my fill of those vultures long ago, and dare I say so has Matt."

"So you did find him—glad to hear it."

"I'm sure you are," Mello snapped sarcastically. "When would you like us there?"

"As soon as you can manage it. Quillish wanted this meeting quite some time ago. We will provide you with private air fare. Simply tell us where you are."

Mello snorted. Tell them where they were? Mello thought not; Matt's own expression mirrored the thought.

"We will be flying out of Vancouver International Airport. I assume you will be giving us what we need to know by tomorrow?" Mello hopped onto the kitchen counter and watched Matt roll his eyes. They weren't going to be associated with the country where they actually resided. However, Roger most likely knew he was lying.

"Yes, I'm certain Quillish will have things sorted out by tomorrow morning. I will give you a call with the information."

"Great. Now fuck off." Mello snapped the phone shut and groaned.

"Hey, I'm not thrilled either."

Mello glared. "You are the reason we are going there." Matt shrugged at him, and Mello felt oddly annoyed that Matt wasn't acting half as pissed off as him. Mello knew that the last person who would want to go back was Matt. He hated Quillish Wammy probably more than Mello hated Near.

"Get your ass off my counter." Matt tossed a balled-up towel at him, and Mello hardly had the time to look affronted before Matt wheeled away, though Mello had caught the smirk Matt held.

Tossing the hand towel into the sink, Mello shook his head softly. Maybe things would be ok.

"Mello, want to play Halo?"

Rolling his eyes, Mello left for the living room. As long as games were being mentioned, Mello supposed there was hope.

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-End Part 14-

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