Kristi Kinoshita (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kristanite) wrote,@ 2008-10-31 19:19:00 |
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| Current location: | 7-Eleven |
| Current mood: |  quotes are fun |
| Current music: | in the closet the closet |
| Entry tags: | fandom: deathnote, fanfiction |
Random one shot
Title: Things Not Normally Found in a Closet
Series: Deathnote
Rated PG-13 By The Motion Picture Association of Blogtopia for Language and Innuendo
Summary: Companion to Of Cashiers and Chocolate on FF.N. Liz Knew she hung out with freaks, but she had never realized Matt was quite that freaky
Status: One Shot. w007!
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Liz had started working as the cashier at the local 7-eleven because she was bored. She didn’t really have the funds or interest in going to college, and quite frankly, some real weirdoes came to 7-elevens.
Like that one priest that was always trying to convince the milk that being saved by the Lord would set back its expiration dates by months. She hadn’t heard from him in a while; maybe he thought it had worked.
The least freaky guy that came in, she thought, was Matt. He was an ordinary guy: he, like her brother and herself, was a gamer, so they always had something to chat about. Matt smoked, but who besides her didn’t? Especially since she was pretty sure he was a year older than her brother. He had a girlfriend he was totally devoted to, and wasn’t that sweet?
The worst thing about 7-eleven was the half an hour starting at two in the afternoon. Never, in her entire career, had she had a customer during that time span. So she was duly shocked when the phone rang.
“Err, uh, 7-eleven,” she stuttered, because who called a 7-eleven anyway?
“Hey, it’s Matt.”
“Oh!” He would know the number of a 7-eleven. “Hi Matt, so how are you today?”
“Oh, I’m doing fine,” Matt sounded nervous. Mel must be giving him daggers again. “I want to introduce you to Melody tomorrow, before I go to work.”
Liz rolled her eyes. “But Matt, you don’t work here.” She didn’t know how close Mel was, so she didn’t call him ‘baby’ or add the ‘we’ve already been over this’ she normally would have.
“I know, but she will only be there for a few minutes. It shouldn’t be a problem, should it Phil?”
Now she was confused. She had known Matt for a while now and he never did anything this ridiculous. “Matt,” she started, “it’s Liz, who’s Phil?”
“Oh yeah I forgot you had that surgery on Sunday. So how did that go?”
“I didn’t have any surgery on Sunday, my name is not Phil, and you don’t work here.” Liz mentally put Matt on the same must-avoid list as the crazy priest of milks.
“It’s okay. Great! Thank you so much! Mel and I will see you tomorrow th.”
Liz sat as the static from the old phone died suddenly; Matt had hung up mid-word. Liz had the time to attend to her sole customer before Matt called again.
“Liz? Thank god! Sorry about earlier.”
“Matt? What the hell was that all about?”
“Well,” he started, “it’s a very long story.”
Liz sighed, “I have plenty of time. You’re, like, the only one who comes down here. So you might as well explain everything now.” It was sadly true, except for milk-priest and the crazy bat-lady.
“Okay,” he said. “First off, Mel is a guy.”
“What?” Liz deadpanned, voice losing all humor and girlishness in an instant.
“His name is Mello and I’ve known him since I was six. We’ve been--well, I guess you could call it dating--since I was twelve. Liz? You aren’t, like, a homophobe, are you?” Matt’s voice had suddenly gotten nervous.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were gay?”
“I--”
“I woulda taken you to yaoicon with Bunni and me!” Liz cried, scandalized. “We woulda been the best cosplay group ever, with an actual guy and everything!”
“Oh!” Matt sounded relieved. “You’re a fangirl! ‘Kay. Not sure which is worse--fangirl or homophobe. Anyways. Mello. He caught me talking XBox Live, calling him my girl. So I lied and said I was telling my friend from work about him, and he was all ‘since when do you have friend besides me?’ and I was all ‘I do! His name’s Phil A. Mignon and I can call him right now!’ And, well, you know, I don’t work, but I spend so much time at the 7-eleven, I figured, ‘why not?’. Besides, you’re, like, the only number on my phone besides various government agencies I like to prank call and Mello.”
Liz smiled into the handset, ringing up a Coke and two Take 5’s as she talked. “Matt, you talk like a thirteen-year-old girl.”
“Ouch, Liz. You pain me.” Liz knew that if she were Matt, she’d be scratching the back of his head, but she didn’t pay enough attention to her surroundings to know if he was. “So, we, like, need a plan for tomorrow, because I don’t want Mel to get mad at me. Mello doesn’t couch: he locks you out on the balcony, especially if its snowing and you have no socks on.”
Liz laughed genuinely. “So the whole ‘he does not forgive, he does not forget’ thing was for real? Listen, man, as I lay down my line...” Liz laid out the plan that had flashed into her head, most of the details credited to Matt (although Liz would later say it was all her baby).
Tomorrow was another thing entirely.
Like that one priest that was always trying to convince the milk that being saved by the Lord would set back its expiration dates by months. She hadn’t heard from him in a while; maybe he thought it had worked.
The least freaky guy that came in, she thought, was Matt. He was an ordinary guy: he, like her brother and herself, was a gamer, so they always had something to chat about. Matt smoked, but who besides her didn’t? Especially since she was pretty sure he was a year older than her brother. He had a girlfriend he was totally devoted to, and wasn’t that sweet?
The worst thing about 7-eleven was the half an hour starting at two in the afternoon. Never, in her entire career, had she had a customer during that time span. So she was duly shocked when the phone rang.
“Err, uh, 7-eleven,” she stuttered, because who called a 7-eleven anyway?
“Hey, it’s Matt.”
“Oh!” He would know the number of a 7-eleven. “Hi Matt, so how are you today?”
“Oh, I’m doing fine,” Matt sounded nervous. Mel must be giving him daggers again. “I want to introduce you to Melody tomorrow, before I go to work.”
Liz rolled her eyes. “But Matt, you don’t work here.” She didn’t know how close Mel was, so she didn’t call him ‘baby’ or add the ‘we’ve already been over this’ she normally would have.
“I know, but she will only be there for a few minutes. It shouldn’t be a problem, should it Phil?”
Now she was confused. She had known Matt for a while now and he never did anything this ridiculous. “Matt,” she started, “it’s Liz, who’s Phil?”
“Oh yeah I forgot you had that surgery on Sunday. So how did that go?”
“I didn’t have any surgery on Sunday, my name is not Phil, and you don’t work here.” Liz mentally put Matt on the same must-avoid list as the crazy priest of milks.
“It’s okay. Great! Thank you so much! Mel and I will see you tomorrow th.”
Liz sat as the static from the old phone died suddenly; Matt had hung up mid-word. Liz had the time to attend to her sole customer before Matt called again.
“Liz? Thank god! Sorry about earlier.”
“Matt? What the hell was that all about?”
“Well,” he started, “it’s a very long story.”
Liz sighed, “I have plenty of time. You’re, like, the only one who comes down here. So you might as well explain everything now.” It was sadly true, except for milk-priest and the crazy bat-lady.
“Okay,” he said. “First off, Mel is a guy.”
“What?” Liz deadpanned, voice losing all humor and girlishness in an instant.
“His name is Mello and I’ve known him since I was six. We’ve been--well, I guess you could call it dating--since I was twelve. Liz? You aren’t, like, a homophobe, are you?” Matt’s voice had suddenly gotten nervous.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were gay?”
“I--”
“I woulda taken you to yaoicon with Bunni and me!” Liz cried, scandalized. “We woulda been the best cosplay group ever, with an actual guy and everything!”
“Oh!” Matt sounded relieved. “You’re a fangirl! ‘Kay. Not sure which is worse--fangirl or homophobe. Anyways. Mello. He caught me talking XBox Live, calling him my girl. So I lied and said I was telling my friend from work about him, and he was all ‘since when do you have friend besides me?’ and I was all ‘I do! His name’s Phil A. Mignon and I can call him right now!’ And, well, you know, I don’t work, but I spend so much time at the 7-eleven, I figured, ‘why not?’. Besides, you’re, like, the only number on my phone besides various government agencies I like to prank call and Mello.”
Liz smiled into the handset, ringing up a Coke and two Take 5’s as she talked. “Matt, you talk like a thirteen-year-old girl.”
“Ouch, Liz. You pain me.” Liz knew that if she were Matt, she’d be scratching the back of his head, but she didn’t pay enough attention to her surroundings to know if he was. “So, we, like, need a plan for tomorrow, because I don’t want Mel to get mad at me. Mello doesn’t couch: he locks you out on the balcony, especially if its snowing and you have no socks on.”
Liz laughed genuinely. “So the whole ‘he does not forgive, he does not forget’ thing was for real? Listen, man, as I lay down my line...” Liz laid out the plan that had flashed into her head, most of the details credited to Matt (although Liz would later say it was all her baby).
Tomorrow was another thing entirely.
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This was written about the time I dedicated my Writer's Notebook (for school) to veiled mxm smutt. Makes you wonder what I'm up to in English Class, doesn't it?