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He got up and closed his curtains, not noticing Mello in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;"Afternoon sleepy," Mello said, smiling, "awake finally?" He added. Matt stared at him, a bit embarresed, after all, Mello was only wearing boxers.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh..Y...yes.." Matt stuttered, at least he managed to get out a few syllables. Matt had always been quiet, and, in Wammy's, was always there for everyone with a problem. Mello on the other hand, was loud and not phased by anything. Their personalities were so unalike, yet they suited each other like it was destiny. Mello smiled.&lt;br /&gt;"You gonna get ready? L's downstairs, he wants to share his last days with me and you." He said, then frowned slightly. "Matt, umm, would you care to go out on a walk with me later on?" He then asked. This question took Matt by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ok..." Matt answered, he smiled. Mello walked over to his red haired pal, and kissed him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, L wants us." He then said, heading toward the door. Matt stood there, shocked from the kiss, he put his shirt on and went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time he got down there, L and Mello were chatting about christmas and who was getting what.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Mail kun. How are you?" L said, in his usual posh manner. Matt blushed at L knowing his name.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine thanks Ryuzaki san." He replied, smiling. He always called L, Ryuzaki. He felt it was polite towards the greatest detective in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;"Good, glad to hear it. Mail, Miheal, shall we go? I think I'll treat us to a cinema trip." L said, smiling. Mello blushed, he loved L's smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Matt, sit next to me?" Mello asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..Uhh, yea sure." He replied, smiling. Matt had always had a crush on Mello, he knew they were both guys but there was something about Mello and his relationship that he thought was so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three walked out the door, heading to the cinema. Mello held Matt's hand. L held Mello's hand, the three always did this, they found it fun. On the way to the cinema, they stopped by a coffee shop to quickly discuss what movie they were going to see, they found a table and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;"I think we should see Saw!" Mello yelled, almost falling off his seat. L laughed, joined by a blushing Matt.&lt;br /&gt;"That could be fun!! Can I snuggle into you if I get scared Mello?" Matt said, giggling.&lt;br /&gt;"Aww, isn't that adorable, NOT!" said a voice from behind, it was MisaMisa, she had heard the whole conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"Bugger off Misa, just 'cos you can't get someone to snuggle into you...you're butt ugly." Mello yelled, annoyed that she was interfearing.&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are so stupid. Hey Matt, I don't mean you of course. How've you been?" Misa replied, giggling and winking at Matt. She was always flirting with him. It really pissed Mello off.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, I'm good, and you?" Matt replied, totally unaware that Misa was annoying Mello.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good, Light broke up with me, but I'm good." She said back, making signs that suggested she wanted Matt to go to the bathroom with her. This was the final straw for Mello, he turned to L to say sorry for what he was about to do, but it was too late, Matt had already gone with Misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathrooms, Misa pushed Matt into a cubical and started kissing him furiously on the lips. His eyes were wide open, not knowing what to do, he thought he should make her stop, Mello would be pissed off if he didn't. She started taking off his vest and shirt, when he slapped her.&lt;br /&gt;"What in the living hell of Light are you fucking doing!?" He hissed, furious at her. She had only just broken up with Light and was now all over Matt!&lt;br /&gt;"I...I...just wanted to see what you were like...I fancy you." She replied, all sweet and innocent. She was battering her eyelashes too.&lt;br /&gt;"You slut... never talk to me again!" He spat. They heard footsteps and just as the door swung open, Misa got spiteful. She kissed Matt again, this time passionatly. Mello was standing in the doorway. Full of hatred and sadness, he didn't want to speak to Matt ever again. He rushed out the door, and Matt stopped kissing Misa back to slap her again and run after Mello. It was too late, him and L were out the door, hand in hand, Mello crying his eyes out, relied on L to comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and Mello walked to Wammy's house. Matt was following them, when he finally got to Wammy's, he opened the door and called to Mello.&lt;br /&gt;"Get the hell out of here, I don't wanna speak to you. Go screw your little Misa!!" Mello yelled, when he was upset, he was as mean as he could be. Matt just ignored it and went up to the blonde boy's bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;"Look, Mello. It wasn't what you think. Shes a slut!!" Matt said, bowing to Mello. He was so sorry, and would die for him.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, well why was it, when I walked in, you were kissing her and she was pushing you away!?" Mello screamed. "Why don't we just take some time apart? So, get out..GO!!" He added, now crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, I'll be off then..I'll stay at our flat...I'll drop your stuff off later on if you're staying here." Matt said, head in hands. He walked out and went to his and Mello's flat. Mello was with L, still crying his eyes out. Near came in.&lt;br /&gt;"Mello kun...are you ok?" He asked hugging Mello.&lt;br /&gt;"NO! I just broke up with Matt." He said, hugging back. "L, could you give Near and me a moment alone?" Mello asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course Mello san." L replied, walking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near sat next to Mello. He put his arm around his pal. Mello suddenly shot up, went downstairs and opened up loads of alchohol bottles. He drank, and drank untill he didnt know what he was doing. Then, he stumbled back upstairs, pounced on Near and started taking off his trousers.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha..what are you doing!?" Near yelped.&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha, come on, you've been waiting for this, I know it." Mello replied.&lt;br /&gt;Mello took off Near's shirt, and rolled him over. He started to kiss the white haired boys back and licking him, getting lower each time. When he got to Near's anus, he sat up.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna....Stick it in." Mello slurred. He lay on top of Near and put his penis into Near's rear. Near gasped, and blushed bright red. But, Mello had too much to drink, as he threw up at this point.&lt;br /&gt;"M...Mello.....Why?" Near asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Why what? I'm gonna go get dressed." He said back, acting like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Mello went downstairs, tired, he opened the fridge, grabbed the milk and started drinking. He turned on the radio. The song, Beautiful Loser was on.&lt;br /&gt;'Fuck, fuck, fuck, I wanna fuck til we bleed, and there's a time crunch baby I don't wanna believe, this is my last night on earth, my fucking hell'&lt;br /&gt;Mello threw a shoe at the radio, that song reminded him of someone he knew a while ago, that treated him like shit. He put on a cd, it was Kings of Leon. Shoved on a random song, which turned out to be The Bucket.&lt;br /&gt;'I'll be the one to show you the way, you'll be the one to always complain. 3 in the morning come a bang bang bang.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near was still upstairs, he got dressed and hurried out the door. He didn't think Mello was himself right now.&lt;br /&gt;"Mello, I'm going. Bye!!" He called.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Yea, whatever, see ya." Mello yelled back. He got dressed and went to go see Matt.&lt;br /&gt;At Matt's house, he heard giggling and panting. Mello went up to Matt's room and broke down the door, it looked like he was having sex with L.&lt;br /&gt;"M...Matt, I came to see you." Mello said.&lt;br /&gt;"Shit, uhh, Mello, sup?" A rather embarresed Matt replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Not much, I missed you. I...want you back. I do really love you." The blonde said crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously? The thing with Misa, she set me up, I hate her." Redhead replied, running over to Mello.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, I know you hate her, I don't know why I thought you were kissing her." Mello said, hugging Matt's naked body.&lt;br /&gt;"Am I forgiven??" Matt asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sexy." Blondie said, smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. In the end, all was fine, Matt and Mello got back together and had a threesome with L. They never got to see there film. 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