Authors note: Another new story idea. If it doesn't get any reviews then I won't continue it. Also I only have a slight idea where Manchester Royal Infirmary is but it had a pretty name and so I used it. Please read, review and enjoy. Please review.

Joking confusion

Mello stifled a sigh as he glared at the computer screen doing his best to keep calm. Matt was supposed to call him back nearly an hour ago and here it was, two hours later, and still no calls. He bit back the impulse to call him himself mostly out of pride than anything else. He wasn't worried about Matt's driving. The man could drive the hell out of his import it was just that there were a few complications on the road tonight. It had been snowing for nearly three days straight and there weren't enough plows out on the streets in order to keep the snow and ice off of all the main roads let alone the back ones. After living with Matt most of his life there were a few truths that he had learned about the red head's driving:

1. Matt never obeyed traffic laws.
2. Matt never slowed down due to impairment of the road. That was apparently belittling his driving skills.
3. Asking Matt to be safe was like telling him to take his goggles off and leave them in the living room all day. You just don't do it.

So nearly two hours ago they parted on their usual goodbyes and Mello had been a nervous wreck ever since willing even a text message to come through telling him that the red head was alright.

The phone under him buzzed loudly and he released his breath. He picked it up and pressed the glowing green button. "Matt, so help me if you think this is a joke it's not." He glanced over his shoulder at the group of men playing cards. This lot sure was boring when they weren't doing anything illegal. Without instruction they could barely cheat properly at a game of cards. He shook his head, there were not five Ace's in any normal deck of cards. "I can hear your dumbass snickering, what are you doing?"

The red head was silent for a few more seconds before the distant sound of a lighter being flicked sounded in the background. "Yea, I'm driving and calling you back at the same time. That's what I'm doing, you're too young to be worrying about the likes of me Mel. You'll-" He paused for several seconds before cursing under his breath, "get wrinkles. You know how much you like looking pretty. You're such a Queen."

The blond snorted, "We've gone through this Matt. Don't call me that again or I'll be forced to knock you on your ass again. The day you can beat me in a fight is the day you can start calling me names. I'm Catholic."

Matt grunted. "We've gone through this Mello. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's goods. The day you start being a real Catholic is the same day that I stop calling you a Queen."

"Did Matt go through all the trouble of turning on his computer, connecting to the Internet and looking up the ten commandments for my sake? How kind of you, feeling the need to adopt a faith that's not Mario heathen?" He questioned as Matt spurted with laughter on the other end. "I think you need religion in your life, you may learn something."

Matt continued his laughter, "Whatever you say Mel, much like Catholicism, Mario is a cult not a religion."

Mello hissed, "There is so much wrong with that statement I'm not even going to comment. When will you be home, I won't be back until tomorrow night sometime." He cold faintly hear the static pick up, "Are you driving through a- Matt? Matt?" He glanced at the phone frowning at the 'call dropped' that flashed in front of his face. At least he knew he was safe.

"Hello?" Mello whispered glancing blearily at the clock in his bedroom barely being able to make the time out. "Matt is that you? You should have been here hours ago."

"Excuse me sir, are you the 'Mel' listed within this phone?" A young woman's voice began slowly picking her words carefully. "Could you please tell me the identity of the red head gentleman with this phone and your involvement with him. It seems that he got into a very bad accident on the road and completely totaled his vehicle. He does not have any remembrance of where he was going or why but you were the last contacted in his cellular phone."

The blond bolted up glancing at the phone. Yeah, this was definitely a call from Matt's phone. "Ah, yeah I'm Mel. Where is he currently, I'm the closest thing he has to any relatives now. Could you tell me where he's located. I'm on my way."

"Manchester Royal Infirmary sir." She replied immediately. "We can continue the questions when you arrive. Could you please tell us what to call him by?"

"Matt, he answers to Matt."

"Matt?" Mello hissed as he entered the room shooting towards the injured red head. "I told you to stay safe and you don't listen to anything. Why are you telling them you don-"

"You're a cutie, are you my new nurse?" The man replied tilting his head to the side. "What's your name, cutie?"

Blue eyes narrowed, "I'm a Queen, haha, very funny Matt. I'm serious."

Intelligent green eyes blinked slowly as he smiled, "Is that my name cutie? Do you know me because since I woke up I don't remember anything about anything. I have a feeling I should be put on the back of a milk carton."

Mello shook his head, "We're roommates. We're best friends and we have been since we were little. You're joking about all of this because I'm starting to think that I want to wear into your ass for making such a fucked up joke."

A cocky smirk appeared on the others face, "Well Queen, you can wear into my ass any day as long as you look that cute." Matt watched the other blink dumbfounded. "But seriously, maybe you could answer some questions for me. I am Matt, right?" Mello nodded slowly looking a bit uncomfortable. "We're roommates and best friends?" Again Mello nodded. "And we're fuck buddies?"

Mello glared, "No you dumb fuck, I'm Catholic. I don't do dudes, I'm celibate."

The red head looked genuinely hurt. "Man, that's such a shame. Are you sure?"

"Positive. Stop playing." He whispered watching the others eyes trail over his leather clasped form. "You're not playing are you?"

"About not remembering a thing? Nope. About you being sexy as hell? Definitely not." Matt winked, "But I think we can be real close beautiful."

[And here's the first little chapter. I hope you enjoyed and maybe laughed? If not, I am very sorry I fail at making jokes. It would be wonderful if you reviewed and the following chapters will be longer."