Okay but this cosplay tho ^
(Also Jepalu13 I'm tempted to add Flippy as character 😂)
Psssshhhh there's no Twenty One Pilots reference in here I don't know what you're talking about :)

"Can I take this stupid pillow out now?"

"No."

M lets out a long groan as the two 'borrow' Matt's car to drive to the nearest airport. M wasn't sure where they would do once they were at the airport, but she trusted that Mello had some sort of plan up his sleeve.

M yawns as she slouches in the car seat, taking in all of the scenery from the front view. It was very awkward, no doubts, plus according the Mello, Matt's car radio had been stolen. So they sat in silence.

Mello licks his lips as the large building comes into view. His eyes quickly avert to M, as he smiles to himself, then he looks back onto the road.

"You never told me where we were going." M points out as she twirls a pen that she found in Matt's car with her left hand. Mello shifts in his seat as he waits to respond.

"LA," Mello begins as he adjusts the driver's mirror. "I'm friends with some people there who can help us get what we need." He explains, braking the car as the airport comes into view.

M nods in response, not knowing what he was referring to. What they need? They didn't really 'need' anything, rather they were hiding until they found the true identity of Kira. Although M didn't complain since she always has wanted to go to California.

Mello pulls into the spot neatly, shifting the car to park. He places one foot outside the car, then with the other. Mello extends his arm to help M out of the car, who was struggling to keep the pillow from falling. Mello chuckles from her hopelessness and stuffs his hands into his pocket. M crosses her arms with a huff as she stubbornly follows him.

"Mello how on earth are we supposed to be married if we don't even have rings?" M angrily exclaims, thrusting her ring finger in front of Mello's face. Mello raises his hands up with a half smile.

"It's called acting, sweetie."

M bites her lip as Mello's attitude changes. She suddenly disliked being around him, and frankly he reminded her of Matt. Maybe his attitude just changed because of stress? Who knows, Mello will be Mello.

Nobody will ever understand that kid.

~~~~

Mello grumbles to himself as he squeezes through the plane entrance, feeling awfully claustrophobic. M follows behind him, making sure to stay as close as possible.

M peers down at the seat number that was printed largely on the ticket. 4B. Her eyes catch the matching number and she sits. Mello tilts his head.

"What are you doing?" His tone was rather a 'I'm really not in the mood for you to be joking around so stop' sorta thing. M didn't get why he was so frustrated.

"This is my seat." M coolly responds, grabbing the ticket and holding it for Mello to see. He gapes but closes his mouth, taking back the sarcastic comment that he was about to snap.

Mello's eyes wander back down to his own ticket, which read the numbers, 5B. He lingers on the note and then fixes his sight back to M. He sighs and stubbornly props himself onto the seat on the row besides her. Beside Mello was another woman, who must've been no older than forty, with a warm smile and copper hair.

She must have noticed the two's bickering and M's "stomach." The woman leans over to Mello, who jumps from her sudden presence.

"Congrats!" She begins with a squealing voice. Mello raises his eyebrow in sudden confusion but realizes what this stranger was referring to. She was referring to Valyn's pregnancy, or the pillow under her shirt, that is.

"Oh- uh. Thank you." Mello had to hide his surprise and the question tone in his voice. M seems to have noticed the copper haired woman's observation as well, and her cheeks had gone sheepishly pink.

"What are you going to name him or her? Whichever one that is." She chuckles, pointing to M's stomach. M felt nauseous and like she was going to pass out.

M hesitates and interrupts Mello who had no idea what to say. Luckily M knew the name of several fictional characters she could use as names. "For girls names I was feeling something like Natasha or Rin. Boys, on the other hand I'd probably have to say Haru or Alfred." She shows a fake smile to hide the fear she was containing.

"That sounds nice, I wish you two good luck on this." She comments, winking at the end. Mello releases a sigh of relief as she answers the woman's question.

"Promise we'll never do this again?" Mello mouths to the still appalled M.

"Deal." She mouths back.

That was just the beginning of the many adventures soon to come.

#namethecopperhairedwoman2k16