A.N

Yay for updates! This was quite quick actually.

Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note

Matt

I hated this.

Abso-fucking-lutely hated it.

Yesterday I tried to go down to the store, get a new game and ya'know, distract myself from the world. Two blocks down with Mello in tow (Only after he complained that we never go anywhere) and before we knew it there was a group of girls following us. I'm not kidding when I say they actually threw themselves at Mello. He was surprisingly good natured about it until they asked who I was. He decided it would be best to wrap his arm around my waist possessively and all but suck my face off in front of them. Yeah thanks. That'll help things.

They all squealed, except one girl who promptely burst into tears, and ran off to alert their friends. Suffice to say I turned around and went back to my temporary home.

Misa had been good though, she had been giving me every job she could and Mello has made me his preffered photographer so my cash was pooling together pretty fast and I had even gone along to see some apartments in my price range.

That was until Mello found out.

"So...you're planning to move out." He asked quietly, keeping his tone soft and pleasent, though his eyes hardened by the second. "Why?"

"This was just temporary Mello. You know that. I said I would move out when I had the cash. It's way to early for us to be living together." I reasoned, fingers dashing around the buttons on my PSP, cigarette hanging between my lips, ash threatening to float onto my screen.

"That's not the point Matt." He growled, snatching the game from my hands and tossing it onto the glass table. "I just fucking got used to you here and unless you're with me, you will be raped by raging fangirls thanks to the magazines splaying those photos everywhere."

"I can deal with that!" I argued in defiance. Mello sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in aggitation. He was trying not to loose his cool. I knew it, the amount of times he had preformed the same move to me when I rambled about my games, or my games or hey even my games!

"Do you not like it here?" He murmured. I stared at him, flicking the ash into a tray that Mello had left out for me.

"Of course I like it here, I wouldn't be here if I didn't. Just...this was only supposed to be for a little while and I have enough money to live on my own. I can't keep mooching off you when I can support myself!" Taking another drag, I stubbed the remainder of it out it, waving my hands above my head to disperse the smoke.

"Fine!" He snapped, storming out the room and into the one which we had dubbed as 'ours'. He slammed the door behind him leaving me to stare at the wood and wonder why the hell he was so stressed.