Wammy's House's Disneyland Adventure
Author's Note: First of all, please review when you finish reading this chapter/story (yeah, I'm putting it on the top of the story instead of the bottom. Bam!) and tell me why you think it sucks and how I can fix it. Actually, read the next chapter before you review, or it just might not work too well...Also, I'm new, so constructive criticism will be loved. Trust me. AND, yes, this story has some strong language, but not enough to (in my opinion) make it rated M, so, if ya don't like strong language, then just don't read this one. Simple enough ^.^
I do not own Death Note. Or even a Death Note. But I do own an L plushy, because I'm just that epic. yeah, I know, you wish you were me.
All the dates and everything are mixed up, and it's not possible for the original story, but I still thought it would be cute to write.
Near reached for the phone. He answered, but didn't say anything, instead waiting for the person on the other end to speak first.
"NEAR! You son of a bitch! Why don't you ever say anything when you answer the phone!"
Near silently waited for the older boy's tantrum to end.
"Da fuck, Near! Whatever, anyways, let's just get this over with. Out of the goodness of my heart, I'm offering for you to come down to America and live with Matt and I, and help with the Kira investigation, 'nd shit."
"Out of the goodness of your heart? The fuck, Mello, you're only offering because I said you had invite him to come, or I would leave!" This was a different voice, clearly not speaking directly into the phone, but somewhere nearby in the same room as Mello, yelling at him. Near probably wasn't supposed to be able to hear it, but he had good hearing.
"Fine! Just get the fuck out of this, Matt!"
"You want me to threaten to leave again?"
"Love you, Mello."
"Love you, too, you asshole."
Near cleared his throat, feeling awkward about hearing this conversation. Mello finally remembered Near was on the other line.
"Um, I was just, um, talking to the pet gold fish we have, um, I love you Goldie, even if Matt was the one that wanted you, not me…."
"Hey! Don't talk to Goldie like that! He's part of our family!"
"So, you gonna come down here, or what?" Mello repeated the offer to Near.
Near knew exactly where Mello was. And he knew why. It was the place where Matt and Mello had wonderful memories, and Near had horrific ones. He paled. Los Angeles.