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Mello was not very happy. In fact; he was the opposite of "happy". Mello truely did hate planes. From the take off to the touch down, Mello hated the entire ride. He'd rather drive or, for God's sake, take a boat! Planes were just annoying and it gave Mello a headache.

So Mello was not a happy camper when he got on the plane with Matt behind him. Matt got the window seat; it just made Mello feel even more nauseous when he sat by the window.

Matt on the other hand liked to look out the window. He liked being in the air; on a plane! To him it was an exhilerating ride and it was so much fun! Matt felt like a bird in a way; if that was possible. He also liked looking at the clouds; Matt loved clouds.

The only thing Matt hated about planes was that he wasn't aloud to smoke and his video-games kept malfunctioning for no reason at all. So, Matt pretty much had nothing to do.

Mello, on the other hand, could wear as much leather as he wanted and eat as much chocolate as he wanted. Matt thought that was unfair because he didn't even like air planes! But he didn't say anything about it; Mello would just get pissed and yell at him.

So, Matt just leaned back in his chair and stared out the window. He forced himself not to think about anything but the blue sky and the black clouds in the distance...

Wait a minute.

Matt frowned and sat up a little. Black clouds? Wasn't that a bad thing? Like a storm or something?

A stewardess walked by and Matt stopped her. "Excuse me? Miss?" Matt said.

The stewardess turned and looked at Matt. She smiled. "Yes?" She asked as politely as she could manage.

"There are black, storm clouds out there. Isn't that a bad thing?" Matt asked curiously.

The stewardess leaned forward and was practically all over Mello (who was already really pissed, mind you) and she squinted. "Yes. I suppose you are right. But don't worry about it." And then, she hesitated, stood up, and walked away.

Mello gave Matt the death glare. "What the hell Matt?" Mello was about four times more pissed now. "You talk to a whore of a stewardess just to point out some black clouds?"

Matt shrugged. "Sorry. I'm worried. What if that storm hits us while we're in the plane?" He asked.

"Then the goddamn pilot will take care of it!" Mello snapped. "Don't ******** do that again!"

Matt held up his hands in a peace offering. "Sorry Mells. I'm just worried; okay? I'm sorry," He said.

Mello folded his arms, huffed, and looked away. He was obviously even more pissed now because of the slut stewardess. If Matt knew what the stewardess was, he would've waited for the next one. Luck was just not on his side.

About half an hour later, the pilot was on the intercom. "For the next hour or so the ride is going to be rather bumpy. I advise in buckling up, staying in your seat, and staying calm."

Mello groaned and buckled his seat belt. Matt followed Mello's lead and did the exact same thing. "You alright Mells?" Matt asked seeing how tense Mello was.

Mello took out another chocolate bar and harshly bit into it. "I'm fine," He replied coldly.

Matt went to say something, but just bit his tongue, and looked out the window. The black clouds were now eveywhere meaning; they were in the storm. "Stupid pilot go driving right into the storm," Matt thought sourly. But seriously though, what pilot drives into the storm? Don't they try and go around it?

Matt sort of rolled his eyes and looked away from the window.

It was then that the plane started rocking; vibrating almost.

Matt held onto the right armrest; odds were, Mello was holding onto Matt's left one, and he closed his eyes and thought of it like a massage (definitely a weird one).

Mello, on the other hand, did not hold onto the armrests like Matt had thought. Instead, he crossed his legs and bit hard into his chocolate. Now he was just annoyed. First the whore and now they were driving through a ******** storm? Well ******** that; Mello wasn't going to let his bad luck win. He was going to ignore the whole goddamn thing; and that's what he did. He just sat there in his leather and pretended like nothing was going on.

Matt spared a glance at Mello. He was almost shocked by Mello's ease. Mello was just calmly eating his chocolate like there was absolutely nothing wrong.

He looked over at Matt and frowned a little. "What are you staring at?" He asked.

Matt shook his head. "You," He replied. "You're so...calm. I thought you'd be...freaking out because we're on a plane; and you hate planes, and we're driving through a storm."

Mello rolled his eyes. "Matt, you're thinking too hard. I'm fine; shut the ******** up and just worry about yourself," He said and with that, he bit into his chocolate again and looked over towards the aisles.

Completely shocked now, Matt looked back out the window. The plane continued to rock and Matt closed his eyes again.
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When they got off the plane, Matt stretched and grinned happily. "We made it out alive," He deadpanned.

Mello rolled his eyes. "Yes; I thought we'd die," He said sarcastically. "So where's our house again?" Mello asked.

"464 East Street," Matt replied quickly. He grinned. Mello was going to be surprised; the house was huge.