A/N: Spice here. Due to a lovely weather condition we like to call a hurricane, I have been perpetually damp for three days straight (fecking rain.) I couldn't sleep last night because the wind attempted to smash my window with raindrops, so I wrote. About rain. Go figure.


Things Not Said

"Matt, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Why are you standing out here in the rain?

"What does it look like, dumbass?"

I was waiting for you.

"It looks like you're soaking wet."

Aren't you uncomfortable?

"No shit, Sherlock."

I don't mind.

"Well, get your ass inside, I'm frozen."

You must be cold.

"How do you think I feel?"

I am.

"Damn it Matt, quit dripping on the floor!"

Take those wet clothes off, you'll catch a cold.

"Whatever, Mello."

Why are you concerned about me?

"And take a shower then go to bed!"

Because I love you.

A/N: Oh, I love this style so much! It's so...fluffgasm! xD This will be a series of Death Note oneshots concerning rain, so yes, expect more. And soon, because of this god awful rain. GOD I HATE BEING WET!