~*~Chocolate Kisses~*~ [[Mello Love Story]]

Chapter Seventeen

::.Your/Selena's P.O.V.::

I packed in my stuff inside my bag. Today was the day I got to see Mello again. I knew he was going to be mad but I was happy. I was finally going to see him again.

I packed in a million outfits, toothbrush, tooth paste, and other junk. Including the Death Note of course.

Smiling, I opened the door and stepped outside. I went grabbed my cellphone of course and dialed in Mello's number.

I put the phone to my ear and waited as the tones came by. Finally someone picked up.

«Hello?» the voice replied.

«Hey! Is this Mello?» I asked.

«Yeah. Is that you Selena?!» he asked.

«Yesh it ish gov'. Ish this marshieMello?» I replied in a British accent.

He laughed a bit but finally answered, «Yesh it is, where are you?»

«I'm in Japan!» I answered.

«Ok stay there! We'll come after you!» he ordered.

«Mello, don't!» I chuckled lightly, «I'm going back to L.A. and I got good news!»

«Yeah?» he asked.

«I found out who the owner of the Death Note is!» I shouted.

«You're kidding!» he exclaimed. I could tell he was smiling.

«Do you have paper and pencil?» I asked.

«Yeah, over here, wait.» he said and paused. Quickly returning to the phone he asked, «Ok what's his name?»

«Yagami, Light.» I answered smiling wickidly.

«You are sick!» he complimented.

«Thank you!» I replied.

«So you're coming back right?» he asked.

«Yep.» I answered smiling.

«Good. . . Selena don't scare me like that again!» he shouted.

«Ouch, Ouch, ok, ok!» I assured him. My ear was almost deaf from his shouting.

«Seriously! We were worried!» he complained.

«Awww, you do care!» I said in a sweet voice. I was walking outside going over to my garage.

«Of course I do. I'll start caring even more once you get back. . .» he said in a seductive voice.

«Are you planning on getting me laid?» I asked in a «Oh no you didn't» voice.

«Mayyyybe» he answered snickering on the phone.

«You are one sick guy!» I said snickering and closed the phone on him. I opened the garage and hopped right on my motercycle.

I turned the engine on and put on my helmet.

I sped through the garage closing it afterwards, heading for the nearest airport.

L.A. here I come. . .