Mello's right hand gripped the sheets for a moment before his struggles calmed and his voice wasn't coming through the pillow so much anymore.

"...What did you do?" Matt frowned pulling the pillow off the blonde boy. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

Throwing the pillow off Mello's face to make sure he hadn't suffocated, Nate relaxed after a moment. "Someone used to use it on me. Mello, are you okay...?"

He leaned down close to the blonde's face.

Mello blinked and then sat up- looking around and seeming a little confused- like maybe he'd just open up or something.

"...I want...my picture back." Mello said quietly.

"...What?" Nate asked, looking at Matt in confusion and surprise.

"The photo, Mels?" Matt offered. "Or the poster?"

"Do you mean the one you gave Near?" Nate inquired, watching the blonde carefully. "Because that's what the gun was about... I was..." He signed. "Mihael and I were... struggling with that scene. Mello... you- errr... in the show, Mello... he was..." He groaned, slowly.

"In the show, Mello wanted his photo back and when he came to get it, Near said something and Mello blew up, pulled out a gun, and said he wasn't Near's pawn. Near told him to shoot..."

"...I won't shoot." Mello said- still staring at the wall on the other side of the room rather than Matt or Nate.

"That's probably the problem, then," Nate whispered, slowly reaching up and touching the blonde's face - rather gently. "...We were acting out the scene as if you would..."

"...But...he wouldn't give my photo back." Mello frowned.

"No, he did," Nate informed, sighing. "He gave it back to you as soon as you asked... and he wrote 'Dear Mello' on the back of it."

Now Mello looked at Nate.

"...Dear Mello?" Mello repeated.

Matt blinked, but smiled a little.

"I wasn't sure why," Nate laughed, letting go of the blonde's face. "I was hoping you could tell me. The kid's a mystery to me."

"...Then it was...too me." Mello frowned. "Then he could give it back...because he made it to me then...that's what he did."

"...These two are a lot more then just rivals, huh?" Nate asked, looking at Matt, as if he had all the answers.

"...Well...jeez, I didn't know you guys didn't even get stuff like that right." Matt scratched his head. "Where're you getting all the info for the story?"

Mello slowly laid back down on the bed- Matt moving the pillow under him.

"I don't get it anywhere," Nate informed. "I just read the script... I'm not sure where the writers get it. It's totally impossible, anyways... I mean, its about a teenager that finds a notebook that kills people!"