Got this song stuck in my head. It wasn't fun. Decided to write a oneshot ;D
"Matt! Goddamnit! Shut up already!" Mello had just about enough. He'd been putting up with this for too long.
"-Like baby, baby, baby, NO! Like baby, baby, baby, OH! Thought you'd always be mine!"
The irritated blonde slammed down his documents, scattering it over his desk. Right now, it didn't matter that those documents were vital for the Kira case. All that mattered was shutting up his stubborn partner, who wouldn't stop singing.
Yes, everyone, Matt was in fact, singing. The first two days of this were fine. Mello was still able to tolerate the horrible, cracky, high-pitched, possibly shrill, out-of-tune, sound Matt's voice was capable of doing. But when it went on for two weeks?
Matt was prancing his way over Mello's last nerve.
What made it worse was within those two weeks, he wasn't singing anymore. Matt managed to convert the pop song into a screamo one.
Mello rolled away from the desk in his black leather roller chair and stood up. But just before deciding to make his way towards the music-inclined redhead, from the desk, he took out a nice pair of sharp scissors. (Just incase things got out of hand, if you know what I'm saying.)
"Matt." He said, but gained no response. Mello tried again. And again. And stopped on the fourth try after snipping the earphone wires in two.
It took awhile for Matt to realize that he was hearing his own voice now, and that his earphones were wrecked. He turned to the one person who could do that.
"Matt!" Mello yelled when the gamer faced him, startling him as he did.
"What's your problem?"
"Try listening to your voice singing that song for two damn weeks! Let's see how you'll like it!"
"What's your point?"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"But it's so catchy!"
Mello rolled his eyes and turned to his heels. Arguing with Matt was pointless. "Why don't you play with your DS or something?"
Matt crossed his arms and glared heavily behind Mello. "Now you tell me. After complaining to me that I play too much games…" The gamer huffed and headed to his room and slammed the door shut.
Mello sighed in relief. But he took it back all at once. What he heard blaring through the speakers, penetrating through the wooden door drove him off the brink.
With no other choice, Mello barged into the room and shot the speakers dead.
"But it was on the radio!"
"Get over the damn song, Matt!"
A Few Days Later
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!"
"When I was thirteen, I had my first love. There was nobody that compared to my baby and nobody came between us, no one could ever come abo- "
"Mello! Shut the fuck up!"
"But it's so catchy!" Mello replied. Sarcasm dripping.
"Ugh. You are so impossible!" Matt announced in exasperation.
Mello snickered and turned the tape player off as he watched Matt storm out the room with earmuffs on.
"Ha! Serves you right."