Near sat in the backseat of the car, Mello next to him, and Rester driving. They were going to a party (well, it was technically Mello's invitation, but he insisted on bringing Near) and, though neither really dressed up for it (Near was wearing his usual white pj's and Mello was covered in the usual leather), they, or Mello, was excited for it.

"It'll be fun, Near." Mello assured him, grabbing the albino's hand in his own and lacing his fingers through. Near tilted his head and smiled softly at Mello.

"If Mello says so." He said quietly. Mello smirked and leaned his head against the seat. The remainder of the trip was quiet.

Mello, his hand laced through Near's, was fighting to get to the table. Literally---it seemed that everyone wanted to talk to him. Yes, it was true that he was a rising star (and even better was that Takada was actually from Near's agency), but he wanted to sit down and eat, dammit! He stopped only when his elbow managed to knock someone down.

"Oh, shit, sorry." He muttered, letting go of Near's hand to help the other person up.

"Never heard you apologize before, Mels." Mello froze for a few seconds as a red-head with goggles looked up at him.

"Matt?" Mello said incredulously. Matt grinned up at him and Mello pulled him up.

"Mello." Mello blinked, then drew his hand back and hit Matt over the head. "OW! Shit, Mels, what was that for?"

"Don't wait two years before contacting me, you idiot!" Mello laughed at Matt rolling his eyes and pulling out a cigarette. "You never change, do you?"

"Wammy students never change, Mels." Mello shrugged.

"Don't know too much about that one..." He trailed off as Near stood next to him, looking from Mello to Matt.

"Hey, Near." Matt smiled. Near nodded in Matt's direction.

"Matt." Matt chuckled.

"Still anti-social, I see." Near shrugged.

"Mello, I wanna sit down." He said softly. Mello waved him off and started a conversation with Matt. Near, frowning and feeling a bit left out (a first since he started hanging out with Mello---Mello once told him, during their second meeting at the cafe, that it 'totally sucked' that Near felt that way and he would never have to again), tried to get Mello to at least move the conversation to a table so he could sit and maybe eat a little. Mello ignored him again. Running out of ideas, Near reached out and tugged softly at Mello's hand.

Suddenly, it was as if they were in high school again, with Near trying to get Mello's attention so he could tell him to move, allowing him entrance to anywhere---the cafeteria, the library, even his classes sometimes---and Mello reacted instinctively.

"Fuck off, Near!" He shouted, pushing the albino enough to make Near lose his balance.

"Mello!" Matt gasped, reaching out to steady Near. Near drew back, making him more off-balance and fall to the floor. Mello looked, confused, at Matt before turning and locking blue eyes with wide-eyed grey ones. Near stared up at Mello, his eyes wider than usual and a sliver of hurt and shock that only Mello could see (only Mello was really looking). Suddenly, Mello's eyes matched Near's as he realized what had happened.

"Shit, Near, I---" Near didn't let Mello finish---despite the fact that he always had trouble running (long-distances, at least, Mello found out), Near scrambled backwards, managing to get himself up and ran. Mello dropped his head into his hands as Matt lead him to a seat. "I'm screwed."

Near tilted his head on the window sill and picked up his phone as it rang.

"Hello." He said dully, closing his eyes.

"Near, I---"

"Goodbye." He hung up and placed his phone on the table next to him.

"Look, you can't come back here until you make up with him." Takada said angrily, throwing Mello out (literally---the woman is quite strong). Mello sighed.

"It's only been two days, and he won't listen to me!" He insisted. Takada scowled.

"Well, get him to listen to you." She stormed inside again and Mello sighed.


Halle sighed as Mello stared up at the building.

"He's waiting for you to apologize, you know." Mello looked at Halle.

"He ignored my calls." Halle shrugged.

"That was three days ago. He's forgiven you, and since you won't call, he assumes that you no longer care." Mello looked away and, after a few minutes, stormed off. Hall sighed. "I tried, I guess."

Mello stormed into Near's office, guitar behind him. Near looked up at him from his desk, paper work in a neat pile.


"Shut up." Mello took a shaky breath and started.

"It's been one week since you looked at me.
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Five days since you laughed at me.
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room.
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you,
Yesterday you'd forgiven me,.
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry." Near stared at Mello with wide eyes as Mello continued.

"Hold it now and watch the hoodwink.
As I make you stop, think.
You'll think you're looking at Aquaman.
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss,
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan.
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes,
Big like Leann Rimes,
Because I'm all about value.
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits,
You try to match wits,
You try to hold me but I bust through.
Gonna make a break and take a fake,
I'd like a stinkin achin shake.
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours.
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow,
Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver." Mello was practically gasping for breath when he finished from saying it so fast.

"How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad.
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral,
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve,
I have a history of taking off my shirt." Near hid a smile as he watched Mello play.

"It's been one week since you looked at me,
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy.
Five days since you tackled me,
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees.
It's been three days since the afternoon,
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon,
Yesterday you'd forgiven me.
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry." Mello took another deep breath, and Near hid a bigger smile when Mello spit the words out.

"Chickity China, the Chinese chicken.
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'.
Watchin X-Files with no lights on, we're dans la maison,
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one.
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic,
Like Sting I'm Tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy.
Like Kurasawa I make mad films.
Okay I don't make films,
But if I did they'd have a samurai.
Gonna get a set of better clubs,
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren't always flying off the back-swing.
Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon,
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes,
Used to make me think the wrong thing." Mello, gasping lightly, didn't miss Near's eyes shining slightly. He smiled a bit, encouraged by it.

"How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad.
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral,
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will.
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve,
I have a history of losing my shirt."

"It's been one week since you looked at me.
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry.
Five days since I laughed at you.
and said You just did just what I thought you were gonna do.
Three days since the living room,
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me.
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry.
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry...
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry...
Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie..." Mello locked eyes with Near, who had his head tilted to the side.

"How long did it take for Mello to come up with that?" He asked softly. Mello smirked.

"Not as long as you might think." He said. Near stood up and sat next to Mello, touching his hand softly. Mello intertwined their fingers. "But it took me long enough."