Don't Call Me Baby - Jan 2016

Sneak Peek.

There was a girl in his room.

There was a boy in her room.

Is she supposed to be my room mate?

Did they seriously pair us up to be room mates?

Are we supposed to get handcuffed together?

Are they going to handcuff us together?

"Hi."

"Hello."

"Is this room two-twelve?"

"Yes. I suppose so."

"...Are you my room mate?"

Her eyes rolled.

"Oh."

Her eyes rolled again. "I'm Lana." Her hand was held out.

"I--" Her eyes were shining, the corners crinkled up. "My name's Matt."

"Nice to meet you," Her smile dropped. She looked away. Cold.

"So, what did you do for L to put you here?" Cheeky. "Must have been something pretty bad."

She paused. "I let him fall in love with me." Her gaze was hard, locked onto his; but she gave him a Cheshire Cat grin.

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She rattled the handcuff; it clanged loudly on the glass coffee table.

"You could talk to me instead, you know. To fill in the silence," Matt said.

She looked away. Nervous.

"I don't like this as much as you do," He said, hands behind his neck. "I don't even have my Play Station."

"I don't mind you, you know," Still not facing him.

"What?"

"I like you. You're fine. You're great."

"I like you too."

She smiled.

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"Lana? Lana, please call me. I'm worried about you."

"Hey. I need to see you again."

"Please don't scare me like this, Lana."

"Please pick up. Pick up the fucking phone, Lana. Please."

"Lana. Please. I need you to pick up the phone."

"Hey, Lana? You know something? I love you."

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She looked away from Near. "This is all your fucking fault, Near."

Near looked up, twirling a lock of his pale hair.

"He is in a fucking hospital because of you," she said, her voice silky, laced with anger. An SPK member stepped up closer behind her. The other one gave a curt nod, his arms folded. "You never said that it would get to this."

Near swiveled his chair back in front, towards his finger puppets and house of cards. "He was heading himself for a short life no matter what," he said, picked up the one that looked like Mello.

"You fucking-" she stepped up to him, but her sentence was cut off as her arm was grabbed. With a grunt, she freed herself, and stalked off out the door. "Thanks, Near. I completely wanted to see him like this."

"Goodbye, Lana."

She stormed off. Hatred. Regret.

Guilt.

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"Matt?" She was laying on his chest, eyes were shut.

"Hmm?" He smelt like smoke.

She reached up. Touched his jaw, turned his head.

"I-" Kiss. "Love-" Kiss. "You-" Kiss.