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"...What?" Matt blinked. "Am I an asshole in the show or something?"

"I don't really know," Nate admitted after a few moments of silence. "You were in the script, but... when the posters came out and you were in them - or, well, the Mai... Matt that I know-" He corrected himself as he saw the other go tense. "-he was instantly popular amongst the fangirls and Light had him cut from the script. Now he's just sort of... a back up. I read the script, though... he has only a few lines and none of them are really that telling."

"...Wow, I got Jewed." Matt laughed and scratch the back of his head.

"Light cuts out anyone he doesn't like," Nate informed, sighing. "He killed off L because he got more attention... I'll probably wind up living. No one likes Near."

"What are you talking about?" Matt blinked before he frowned. "Near's like a superstar!"

The albino frowned. "...He's kind of a jerk. Like... really."

"He sounds like it if he's leaving me out." Matt nodded. "Why would anyone cut me out?"

"Jealousy, probably," Nate informed as he took a seat on the redhead's bed. "You don't use this much, do you?"

"I normally fall asleep at the desk." Matt laughed nervously.

Giving a sigh, Nate got up and moved over to the redhead, taking his hand and tugging him toward the bed. "Hey, relax! I'm not going to do anything weird... just lay down on your stomach."

"Uh...on the bed?" Matt blinked as laid down. "If it's too small you can have it."

"Shut up," Nate told him gently, before he slowly began to massage the gamer's shoulders. "My gosh, you are tense! Do you ever relax?"

Matt tensed up even more for a moment- his face burning.

"I- uhh...umm...I'm sitting around and...you know studying and crap all the time." Matt replied. "Working on my stuff...I'm an insomniac."

He kinda rambled on for a little bit.

"Do they really make you work that much?" Nate asked, moving his hands a little lower.

"Guh- I have to keep up...even being third place, right?" Matt's eyes shot wide and his voice was going out of pitch every few words now. "I mean...it kinda sucks here if you don't keep it in the top three...sucks here anyway, but it gets worse."

"Sucks how?" Nate asked, pressing a little harder to try and work out some of the tension. "The script didn't really say anything about Wammy's. Just that Mello left at 15."

He stopped instantly, realizing he said something he shouldn't have.