Oh, lookit! A sequel! :3 Okay, guys... I know those of you who followed Convention are probably wanting something along those lines, but I can't do that. A convention weekend is, and I say this out of experience, normally care free and just about anything happens. But, most times, what happens at a con stays at a con! In their case, however, that isn't true. There will be pain, there will be tears, there will be heartache, but more than anything, there will be love and understanding. So, I bring you the awaited sequel to Convention, angsty drama and all.

And! The title is from a song, but which, I'll let you decide or take a guess at it. It's not going to be easy, but as the story progresses it should become obvious, or at least I hope. Also, the lyrics to the song in which the title is derived from will be used in this story, but where, I won't say; just keep in my mind that I have this chapter written out already, and it isn't due out for another few chapters. (:

This story is dedicated to Shelly (slain_angel) for putting up with my bullshit when it comes to taking so long to beta her work, and for inspiring me to write this with her latest oneshot that I'm currently beta'ing. And, also for sharing the same amount of love for Matt, because he wins.

Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once. I do not own Death Note, Matt and Mello or the lyrics.

Enjoy! ^o^

"The picture is far too big to look at kid.
Your eyes won't open wide enough,
and you're constantly surrounded by that swirling stream of what is and what was."
- The Big Picture, Bright Eyes.

One more day.

That's all they had left before summer vacation spiraled closed in a twist of secretive memories and new ideals.

A short twenty four hour span to forget about spending all day outside lying in each other's arms amongst the grass by the river. Getting out of the house to spend time together would be hard as the days grew shorter and their parents ridiculed them on how to behave like proper young men.

Young men that, in the span of three months, had fallen in love.

"Hey," Matt whispered against the blond's mouth, lips curving upwards as he slowly ran his tongue over bruising pink, "you're thinking too hard."

"Am not," the gape between them was closed as their lips met, melding together like lightning on sand; a perfectly flawed, destructible piece of art.

"Are too," he kissed him lightly, "stop thinking and just enjoy this, 'kay?"

"Mm," Mello murmured softly, curling into the warm embrace.

The sun rose high, directing all it's light downward onto the couple as if to tell the world that all that mattered was the happiness of one, Mello. The happiness of one individual teenage boy that had been living his life to meet his parent's ideals, dreams, and visions. He had been traveling a hard road to hide his budding relationship with Matt over the summer; three months he would forever cherish. His parents had been aware of something going on between said teenagers, but turned a blind eye when it came to the possibility of their son batting for the other team. Mello couldn't be - no, he would never be - gay.

At least not in their eyes.

As the sun shone on Mello, the red head was left to bask in the shadow of his boyfriend. It wasn't ready to acknowledge the happiness of one, Matt. No, it wasn't willing to accept that he too deserved to be happy, despite his cheery disposition, lopsided grin and sarcastic remarks. The sun was ready to shine for Matt when it had Mello to praise for making it this far.

"Mel," the red head chimed in, throwing away all worries Mello previously had about the new school year, "I need you to do something for me."

Perking an eyebrow, Mello languidly looked over to his left, blue capturing green. For a moment the only thing that existed was the longing gaze shared between star crossed lovers. It would take a meteor to tear them apart now.

"Yeah?" Mello pushed himself up, his hands pushing into the ground.

"Make out with me," Matt proposed, a wry grin spreading across his lips as he too sat up; this was all too familiar.

"I," the chocoholic began, shifting nervously as if this was his first time making out with a boy, "can't."

"Why not?" A hand came up to cup his face, and Mello leaned into the touch. This wasn't how he remembered the first time they met! There was no soft touching or seductive glances. It had been pure boredom and lack of excitement in his life.

"B-because I don't know you!" Mello exclaimed, mocking the way Matt had acted that faithful afternoon.

"Well," Matt leaned forward, his breathe ghosting over Mello's face as he inched closer; his other hand slowly came to rest upon the bare side of Mello's face, pulling the blond to him, "how about you get to know me?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Mello protested weakly, melting against the hands holding him.

"I think it's an excellent idea," the gamer smirked before hungrily taking the chocolate lover.

Instantly, azure eyes closed as the familiar spark coursed through his veins, sending a shiver along his spine. He pushed against Matt, his hands gliding over stripes as he placed one on the small of his lover's back and the other kneading crimson locks.

Moaning quietly, his back hit the ground with a muted thump and Mello took this as the opportunity to straddle him, both knees pressed firmly into the dirt beneath them. A mewl of excitement escaped Mello's lips and Matt took the initiative to thrust his tongue into the warmth of his partner's mouth.

"Mm," the blonde groaned, sweeping his tongue across Matt's as they hopelessly danced together, his hands finding their way under his shirt in retaliation to the sudden intrusion of his mouth.

Arching his back into the touch, the gamer tore away from Mello. Breathing heavily, lust filled orbs searched seas of blue in attempt to decide if this was how they should be spending the last day of summer vacation together.

Internally, Matt wanted to analyze the situation. He wanted to think about this clearly, as he wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to spend their last full day together trying to catch their breath and sweaty. He loved Mello, but did he want to end the summer by doing something they could do another time? On the other hand- what better to show Mello that he loved him? This could be the last act of intimacy between them. And, at least at that rate, he would begin life at a new school off the market, and happily so. No one would pester him about his status if they saw bruises painting his neck and falling into his shirt.

Even then, however, Matt wasn't too sure if that was entirely a good thing... considering the parental units his boyfriend had. They didn't exactly like him or what he had supposedly done to their son. Their son that would graduate high school with flying colours, attend a well known college and find happiness in a book worm of a girl that would only care about salvaging a broken marriage and trying to start a family in order to do so.

Honestly, in Matt's opinion, Mello would end up making a move on the sleaziest looking girl because it would irritate his parents. The gamer knew his Mello well; just like he knew the pain growing under the chocolate addict currently sitting on him.

"Matt?" Mello pulled away from the job he had begun on the red head's neck.

"What?"

"Something's wrong," he looked up, worry etched across his forehead.

"Nothing's wrong, Mel," their lips connected, "I promise."

"Tell me what you're thinking about," Mello requested, sprawling himself out over the gamer and snuggling against his chest, his lips lightly tracing the previous trail of spit from Matt's neck to his jaw.

Sighing, Matt wrapped his arms tightly around the other male, cradling him against his body as he pressed his lips gingerly against golden tresses, inhaling his scent. How was he to tell Mello that he wasn't sure if they would last the year? How was Matt supposed to tell him that he knew his parents would find out about their relationship? Hell, how did he know that his parents would find out? Matt dreaded tomorrow, and he did so rightfully.

"C'mon," Mello insisted, fingers curled into black and white as he leaned up to look at the worried expression flittering against Matt's face, "talk to me, Matt."

"We start school tomorrow, Mel."

"Hm? Oh, yeah… I know that," he shifted until he felt the arms around his torso release him, allowing him to roll over to lay beside the gamer, "but that shouldn't bother you."

"But, it does…" Matt concluded, biting his bottom lip out of frustration.

"Why?"

"Because," he spoke, screwing his eyes shut as he allowed his thoughts to recollect before spitting out mindless sentences, "we'll… have to hide our relationship…"

Blinking, Mello looked over to the other teen. Was that it? Was Matt honestly panicking over having to keep their relationship on the down low? Granted, they'd been inseperable for three months and didn't have to hide anything, even though Mello knew his parents were slowly catching on. It was never a problem.

"Matt, that… there's nothing wrong with that," Mello whispered, turning away to face the sky as it darkened, signifying the storm that his father had warned him about.

The pearlescent clouds drifted by slowly, colliding with the sky as it broke off into ribbons of blue and gray; kind of how their relationship was at the moment.

Mello took the blue part of the sky as he kept his head high, discouraging any thoughts that could lead to breaking off whatever it was that the two shared. Matt homed in on the gray storm clouds watching over the two as they came to terms with the possibility of having to spilt up in order to remain friends, if even that or anything at all.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be with the blond anymore - no, it wasn't that at all - rather, it was that he was afraid someone at school would catch on and report their forbidden love affair to his parents. And, honestly, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle the break up if he knew that Mello's parents were behind it.

This was the moment he had been dreading all summer, and he wished it wasn't going to happen.

"There's nothing wrong with that?" Might as well tell him now, he decided.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" Mello retorted, clicking his tongue against his top teeth.

"Mel, seriously," the red head glanced over at Mello, watching as he made pictures in the distorted colouration of the sky, "think about it. If word gets out about us, then someone is bound to rat us out. And what would your parents think of that?"

Not having through of it that way, Mello shrugged lightly before sitting up, yellow locks falling to shield his face while he dared to look down at Matt.

"We'll deal with that when it comes," he announced, his body turning towards Matt as his hands slid up to cradle his face and his lips softly brushing against Matt's, "but now isn't the time, so stop worrying, okay?"

Matt nodded against him, draping his arms loosely over Mello's shoulders as he pulled his knees up to support the blonde on top of him.

I know that its choppy, but forgive me. I hope that furture chapters aren't as bad. My first chapters normally leave me a bit narked anyways... because they never want to cooperate and protray what I'm envisioning. Oh well. Read and Review, please.

next chapter - first day of school, and oh! who's that?