It was raining at the Wammy house again, and most kids were complaining about their ruined Saturday afternoon plans.

Matt certainly didn't care for his hobby had nothing to do with going outside. He didn't like the outdoors all that much anyway. Why go out there when it's better, more controlled, in here? He was busy sitting in front of a red chair in the library, beeping away as his brand new PSP. Immediantly, he had fallen in love with the device, and hadn't stopped playing for even a minute. The game itself was boring, a simple Mario world game, but the system was interesting enough to keep him enthralled.

Mello didn't care either, as long as Near was nowhere, well, near him. He had boarded himself up in the library, sitting oddly in an over stuffed, red, velvet chair. He had a classic with him, a collection of classics, actually. He was busy reading a short story called, "The Lottery". Come the end, he was already quite bored and snapped off a peice of chocolate from the bar in his hand. He closed the book quickly, so it made a noise loud enough for most of the people in the large room to turn their heads in his direction. Matt didn't look up, much to his displeasure. He hated it when the boy ignored him, no matter how much those stupid games meant to him, Mello should be more important. Especially when you looked at their...relationship.

One wouldn't exactly call the two lovers, they seemed to young, in looks anyway, for that sort of serious title. Maybe they were just fooling around with one another, but nevertheless, they dared to call the other their boyfriend.

"Matt." Once again, the blonde was ignored in favor of Princess Peach, which to him seemed very offending. [Stupid, blonde, pixel bitch... "Matt!" He dropped the book in front of him, so it clunked the younger boy straight in the head.

He gave a yelp, and jumped, almost dropping his game, but immediantly placing a vise grip on it. Though, he had jumped enough to knock his goggles, which most people laughed at him for, out of place. "Jesus, what, Mello?" He frowned up at the older boy, tilting his head back to get a better, though upside down, look at him.

Mello gave him a sly smirk, and leaned in close enough that his hair tickled Matt's cheeks. "I'm bored. Fix it."

Matt's face gained enough color to put a red brick house to shame.