Bitter Intimacy [MattxMello]

Chapter I

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, or the characters that take place in this story.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping; The sun just starting to rise, the beautiful sky turning into a faint shade of blue and grey mixed. It truly was a beautiful day.

Too bad it had to be ruined by a day of that hell, which many people refer to as 'school'.

I sat up as I rubbed my eyes sleepily. Yawning, my eyes traveled to the digital alarm clock that sat on my nightstand. My eyes squinted as I tried to focus my vision on the bold, red numbers that were displayed.

6:04 AM

Grumbling, I plopped my head back into the pillows and turned my back to the clock groggily. Realizing I still had a good 20 minutes to sleep, I shut my eyes hastily.

My name is Mail Jeevas, and I don't believe in all those cheesy high school stories anymore. Actually, I stopped believing that school was good for you a long time ago.

I'm a loser- I'm not going to even deny it anymore. I don't have any friends, and honestly, I'm okay with that. I go to school for one purpose, and one purpose only: to get an education. I'm just counting down the days to my graduation so I can go to college, and get a job.

I'm currently in my third year of high school, the year not being even halfway over yet- for it was only September. Just approximately nine more months until summer, and then senior year. After that, college.

I didn't even know what I wanted to major in for college. I actually don't even know if I'll have enough money for the first semester. If I do go to college and graduate from that, what do I do after? I find a wife, get married, and have kids? That's too boring of a lifestyle; I've always wanted to be extraordinary in a way.

But that didn't matter right now. I just have to make it through this year for now. I don't need to think about that stuff.

6:27 AM

As I realized that my annoyingly loud alarm would go off in only a matter of minutes, I pulled my comforter over my head, preparing myself of what was to come. My eyes fluttered shut as I stuffed my face deep into the pillow.

I groaned when I heard the stupid beeping that erupted from the small machine as the digital numbers changed from 6:29 to 6:30. My hand reached out to push one of the buttons, but only resulted in having the clock slide over and fall to the ground.

Already in a bad mood, I threw my blanket to the side. As I swung my feet off the side of the bed, I picked up the blaring alarm clock and took out the batteries, setting them aside. I spotted my goggles on the nightstand, and reached my hand out to grab them. Sighing, I ran my thumb over the orange screen, inspecting the partially scratched surface.

I wore these goggles everyday; It was the one thing that seperated me from a crowd. I still remember the day I got them.

I was 6 or 7 at the time. My mom, back when my dad was alive, took me to the park to be social- even as a kid I would never stay away from electronics for too long.

She mingled with other parents while she shooed me off to go make friends and such. I was still upset because she pulled me away from the comfort of our home.

I decided to avoid the other unruly children, and bury myself near the shaded area of the park; My eyes don't do very well in bright lights, which is why they're always sore when I watch T.V, or play on my Gameboy.

I was doing fine, poking a little beetle nearby with a stick to entertain myself- until a kid just about my age came stomping over. I inspected the feet that stopped in front of me; they were bare and covered with mud.

When I finally looked up, I found myself looking at a girl- no, a boy. His soft-looking blond hair was overgrown to the point where it reached his shoulders, which is probably why I- and most likely other people- mistakened him to be a female.

He was wearing rather loose articles of clothing. A baggy black shirt, and some dark grey sweatpants. In his hands was a dirt-covered soccer ball, which I assumed he was kicking around. The most unusual thing about his appearance, though, was his bright smile. It was oddly comforting, if not reasurring.

"Whad'ya want?" I grumbled, looking back down. I was never one to be good with small talk or first impressions.

"Do ya' wanna play?" He asked, tossing the ball up in the air, catching it, and holding it out for me to take.

"No, thanks though." I said, slightly dejected as I continued to nudge the beetle. Even if I wanted to play, I wouldn't be able to see very well with the sun in my eyes. "My eyes don't do well in the sun."

"Oh..." He said, his mouth turning downwards. He fiddled with the ball in his hands for a bit longer, until he gasped and smiled once again. "Hold this!"

Without any warning, he dropped the ball right onto the beetle and ran off. I frowned, pushing over the ball with my stick to examine the squished body.

"Here!" I looked up once again to see the boy with something clenched in his fists. As he came closer, I noticed that in his hands were a pair of goggles. He held them out to me with a wide grin on his face. "Put these on!"

I took them gently, studying the plastic white part of the goggles, the part that held the thing together. The stretchy band that determined the size of your head felt new and un-touched. The orange glass part was shiny with no fingermarks.

"Don't worry, they're new." The boy said, quite proud of himself. "I got 'em at the store when Mom was shopping. I was planning on usin' them for swimming, but you need them more then I do." I looked up, a grin crossing my face.

I tugged them on, adjusting the straps to fit my head. I looked around, viewing the world through a tinted screen. "Thanks." I said, and I really meant it- I mean, when was the last time I've ever gotten a gift?

"Its nothing." He shrugged. Picking up the ball, he gave a dramatic sigh. "Will you come play now?"

The grin never left my face as I stood up, following the boy to a deserted part of the bright and sunny field.

"Hey," he said suddenly, stopping in his tracks. "What's your name?"

"Mail." I said simply. "Yours?" He turned around and tossed the ball to me with a genuine smile on his face.

"Mihael."

A/N: And this is the end of the first chapter. I don't know- my friend gave me this idea- so that's why its dedicated to her! Honestly, I think this is an abrupt stop, so I might edit this and put more in later. This will be more then just a oneshot, obviously. I hope you like this story so far!

Thank you for reading!

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- Stella xo