Mello stared out the open bus window. The wind blew his hair across his forehead, and he sighed irritably.

A head of red hair leaned over the seat behind him, and large green eyes peered down at him. “What’s wrong?”

Mello turned to look up at the other boy, a look of disbelief planted on his face. “You have to ask?”

Matt laughed, hopping over the back of the seat to sit next to the blond. Mello glared at him, scooting closer to the window to give himself more space. “You’re right. This trip is going to blow big time.”

The older boy turned back to the window angrily. “Why is Roger making us do this, anyway? Wammy's House is for choosing L's successor, not going camping,” he growled, digging into a pocket of his jeans.

“Roger already explained this, Mells,” Matt said in a sing-song voice, grinning at the scowl on Mello’s face from the nickname. “He thinks it’ll help all the losers who can’t take on the position of L fit into society better if they start doing ‘normal’ things now,” he stated, making little quotation marks with his fingers on the word normal. Mello just shook his head angrily, checked to make sure Roger couldn’t see him, and pulled a bar of chocolate out of his pocket. Matt blinked in surprise. "Hey, how'd you sneak that along? Roger practically felt us up making sure we didn't bring any 'unapproved food items'."

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