I think this just may end up being one of my best stories, because I've been planning it for a while

I think this just may end up being one of my best stories, because I've been planning it for a while. I actually have a pretty clear idea of the whole plot this time. The P.O.V. will switch between Matt and Mello, starting with Matt, every chapter. I hope you enjoy reading!!

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"Hey check out that blond chick with the smokin' body!" one of my "buddies" shouted and drunkenly pointed to a slender leather-clad blond leaning against the wall with a bottle of beer.

"I bet you can't get her to dance with you, Matt," another dared as he elbowed me.

"And what if I can?" I was drunk. Way too drunk, and yet, I was the most sober one in the group. I was hanging out with a couple of other drunk-out-of-their-minds guys that I met at the bar earlier.

He paused to think a moment. "Well if you win, you won't be lonely tonight…."

"And if I can't?"

The guy scratched his head. "Loser buys drinks for the whole bar and has to sing on the countertop. Winner chooses the song."

"You're on," I say with a mischievous smirk. "Hope you brought enough money."

"Why?" he countered, "You need a loan so you can afford all the drinks?" I glared at him for a moment, which he just responded to with a sloppy, drunken grin, then I stumbled onto the dance-floor.

Hands in my pockets, I leaned against the wall next to the girl. "Hey."

Out of the corner of one of her emerald eyes, she glanced at me, then took another sip of her beer. "Hey."

I opened my mouth again to speak, and that was when the alcohol started talking. "Should I call the fire department Babe? Cause you're body's smokin'." Who even uses lines like that anymore?

She rolled her eyes in reply and walked away. In the distance, I could see the other guys snickering at me. When I turned back, the girl was already halfway across the floor.

"Hey, um… wait up!" She turned around and, seeing me stumbling after her, she stopped to let me catch up. Arms crossed, her impatient eyes drilled into me, waiting for an answer. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, uh…. Dance with me?"

"Hn. So that's it, huh?" She shifted her weight to one leg and looked at me with an amused expression spread across her face. "Che. You're not really my type, but why not? Sure, I'll give you a try."

Just then a fast dance song blasted out of the speakers and the sounds of clinking glasses and drunken cheers resounded through the bar. Almost everyone was on the dance floor, moving in an array of dances. Some people were having a hard time just keeping from falling, while others were busy molesting their partners. I was showing off moves the world had never seen before… and they had never been seen for a reason. I don't have a good sense of rhythm, and alcohol didn't make it any better.

I guess that she got tired of my horrible "dancing" soon, because she pulled me closer and ground our hips together until I stopped. Her hands still resting on my hips, she took control of the dance. Our bodies moved in time with the beat, and once she felt that I had gotten the rhythm down, she started to do some distracting things with her slender hands. The cool fingers of one hand snaked up the front of my shirt, while the other hand slithered down the seat of my pants. She ground our bodies together again.

The song came to an unfortunate end, just when we were getting to the good part. As people withdrew from the dance-floor, I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "Wanna continue this at my place?"

She drew her hands out from my clothing. "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" she said with a smirk. We were silent for a moment as she waited from my reply, but noticing I probably wouldn't say anything, she continued, "Unfortunately for you, I have places to go and things to do. And besides, I told you before: You're not my type." The rejection dealt, she turned away, and disappeared into the crowd.

"Aw man!!" The guy from before set down his beer heavily, making a loud clunking noise. "There are so many people in here tonight… I'm gonna be broke!!"

"Haha, you shoulda thought about that before you made the bet." As I soaked in my victory, I saw through the corner of my eye the blond I'd been dancing with earlier. She slipped out the front door and disappeared. "Hey… I'm gonna have to get a rain check on that drink. I gotta go. See ya."

Ignoring the protests of the other guys, I headed out the door to follow her. She wasn't so far ahead of me that I couldn't see her, but she was far enough for her not to notice that I was trailing behind. After a while, she turned and entered a building. Without even reading the sign, I ran after her and hurried through the door.

"Oh, hello," a girl greeted me with a smile as I stepped through the doorway. "I don't think I've ever seen you before…. Is this your first time here?"

"Where's that blond that just walked in," I more demanded than asked. Her smile dropped when she heard I came looking for someone.

"If you want to see Mello you're going to have to pay like all the others," came her smug reply. I pulled some money out of my jeans pocket and slapped it down in front of her. She perked up a bit at the sight of the money. "Right this way…."

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Hope you enjoyed it so far!! Next chapter is from Mello's point of view. I'll try to update soon. Please review and let me know how it's going so far!! :D