A handful of kids ran around in the dead end road, screaming and laughing and just being generally obnoxious to the fourteen-year-old Mello. Why did he ever even think that coming outside to play in the road would be a good idea? Maybe it was because it was the only way he could lure his best friend Matt to come outside.

Matt never left the orphanage for any other reason than to come and sit at the road with him. He always said it was because he could peacefully play his DS without having to worry about solar glare with the treetops overhead, but Mello knew better. The blond knew the only reason he followed was because the fortunate soul who lived across the street—one of the only other houses on the entire street—owned a cherry red 2005 Lamborghini Gallardo that Matt constantly drooled over. Mello would never understand the ginger's obsession with fancy cars.

And so, with nothing much more to do than to watch grass grow, Mello poked at the cover of a sewer with a twig, scraping the sand from the crevices within the metalwork. Matt was sitting behind him on a boulder, goggled eyes bouncing between his DS and the Lamborghini across the street.

When his battery finally kicked the bucket, the gamer sighed and snapped the handheld shut. He scooted off the end of the rock and sat next to Mello. He brought feet close to him, laying his chin on his knees. "What'cha doing?"

"I 'unno," He mumbled, sitting in a similar position. One hand was tucked beneath his chin as he shrugged. His eyes darted over the dusty metal.

Matt nodded, uninterested, and looked away. He examined the car for about the thousandth time, fingers twitching, subconsciously imitating the boy from Holes. He suppressed the urge to joyride and instead turned back to examining his best friend. His eyes behind his goggles closely scrutinized Mello's pale and nearly perfect complexion, his shoulder-length blond hair cut with bangs, and the slenderness of his body as he crouched on the sidewalk. His eyes followed Mello's to the sewer cover.

He straightened with a sly realization. Mello glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, humming questioningly. Matt smirked. "Hey Mello, would you say you're… inspecting that manhole?"

Mello shrugged absently, picking at the sand again with the tip of the twig."Sure."

The gamer stood up, dusting the sand off his backside with a sigh. He held back a chuckle and mumbled, "You're a manhole inspector."

"Whatever you say, Matt." Mello was quite oblivious to what his best friend was saying.

Matt turned away, walking back in the direction of Wammy's, presumably faking a bathroom break to get back inside. "I knew you were gay."

For about two whole moments, Mello didn't comprehend. It gave Matt enough time to saunter away, out of immediate tacking range. All motion stopped, except for the twig taking a tragic dive from his fingers. His eyes staring forward narrowed.

By the time Mello was on his feet chasing after him, Matt was already booking it up the driveway of Wammy's House.

A/N:

I don't even know where this came from, so don't ask. Just blame my friend David. ^_~

Hope you enjoyed this little drabble/oneshot! Reviews are always helpful and loved. ;)

Oh, and I still don't own Death Note. D:

~Rachel