A.N

Yeah, another chapter, don't you feel sexy?

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This is my chapter :')

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note...Or Zelda

Matt.

What in Zelda was that? I am so glad I wore my tight jeans today otherwise a very obvious problem would've come forward. Not that it should've affected you. You are straight. Straight, straight, straight, straight, straight. You like women and boobies and all the glorious things that come entailed with them.

He does kinda look like a woman...

Gah! Stay away from that train of thought Matt, you're straight. I'm going to stand here in my straightness and be straight. It took me a while to get my breathing back onto track. Why the hell I couldn't breathe properly was beyond me not to mention I almost dropped my cameras because my hands were shaking so much. It took me five minutes just to get it safely packed into the case and not smashed into little pieces on the ground.

I glanced over my shoulder, apparently blondie had picked up Sara. A whore if I ever saw one, I swear she was crawling with STD's and would open her legs for a shot of whiskey, but whatever. More power to him I guess. Not that I even care that he's going home with her. Of course I don't care, I just don't like my models getting herpes. Herpes are not fun to photo shop out. Though sometimes it does get fun, moving them onto their face and dubbing them 'Herpina'. I did forget to remove my fun one time, I got sacked but even the manager couldn't stop laughing so it wasn't all bad.

Picking up my bags it was all I could do not to run out of there.
Not that I wasn't tempted, especially as Misa came my way. 'Glomp' should be in the dictionary, it really should. The way she hugged me goodbye was a hug. It was two steps away from rape. Though I tried to focus on the feeling of her chest. After all not-gay men like the feeling of boobs on their bodies. Yup boob. They feel like pudding. Or jello. I mentally shook myself, not understanding why I was using food analogies for boobs, but the point is moot. I love boobies.

Finally getting her vice like grip from me, I let out a sigh of relief, dashing to the door. The blonde guy was getting Sara onto his bike, he threw a smirk my way and wink. The look on his face was one a pure arrogance, like he knew he would get me one way or another. I scowled, but couldn't help my cheeks heating up under his cheeky stare. Turning my back on him, I opened up my baby -My car is my baby. If it was a woman...well...- and stuffed my equipment in the back. Sliding in I turned the key in the ignition, letting the engine spark to life, followed by the radio. A soothing country melody poured out of the speakers, flooding my mind. In honesty it is not the sort of music I listen to, anything with nice grungy guitars really gets my blood going. But sometimes I really need a simple tune to calm myself down and luckily this warbling voice was doing the job.

Pulling out of the parking lot I was relieved to find that there was next to no traffic blocking up the roads. No need for incessant honking or choking fumes. Good. Drumming my fingers against the steering wheel, I felt my blood go cold as a sudden thought dawned on me.

I had to edit those pictures.

Fuck.