A/N: Hey ho, merry do~! This is a story for MMMJeevas, I hope you like it! I strayed a bit from your first statement thing, but it's in the general area. Also sorry it took so long to write, I've been ill for a while, but I'm on the recovery now ;D
Enjoy the fluff~!
Story Start
I was a pretty antisocial person, myself. I'd been brought up to stay in the orphanage alone in my bedroom, spending all my time studying; striving to get the top place in the ranking system. It turned out I was trying all for nothing, I wasn't the cleverest, I never would be. No matter how hard I tried, that damn Nate would always be better than me. He was everyone's favourite; I'd earned myself a bad name, while there he was, the little boy in white, sweet and innocent as could be, everyone's favourite, ranked number 1.
That was when I chose to get a friend. Before, I had no need of friends. No, scratch that. I didn't want a friend; I was happy like I was, left alone to myself, basking in my misery. I'd never made friends before, so it was a bit of a struggle to say the least for me to go up to someone and ask to be their friend. God, I didn't even know what to say. I was lost; once again Near (That was a nickname; he disliked being called Nate) was better than me, and I couldn't do a single thing about it. All I had to do now was hope, just hope that someone would come along and approach me first. But deep down I knew that was impossible. No one liked me, stern faced, short tempered Mello.
"Hey, Mello~!" I looked up, surprised. I was surrounded by children, but none yet had spoken to me. The cute little boy with shoulder length messy red hair carried on, "You wanna go play World of Warcraft with me sometime? My name's Mail by the way, it's a stupid name, but I think my parents were high when they named me... not that I'll ever know, that is... So call me Matt, instead!"
"Eehh... sure!" I stuttered. It was as if the whole room had gone quiet, I'd accepted the gift of friendship, from another boy. Mello had excepted a friendship. Who would've known it?
"Let's go, then!" Matt grabbed my hand in his, clasping his little fingers around mine, and smiled.
The first time they played that game, World of Warcraft together, (Mello was soon to find that Matt was indeed, a Lit Nerd and Gaming geek) they laughed and giggled. He hadn't had this much fun in ages, he was learning to live again. I looked over at Matt, and he looked at me. And we smiled, a bright happy grin.
I'd grown to love that smile. Ten years from now, we were still friends, Matt and I. No - more than friends. At the tender age of 14, I'd confessed to Matt; I loved him; I was sure of it. It didn't feel wrong in anyway. It was natural, and I often wondered, afterword, how I'd lived without - the past felt empty. So, I'd confessed. And do you know what I was greeted with? That very same smile, as he grinned and leapt up to hug me, admitting that his feelings were the same as mine.
We kissed, days later, our first kiss. I put my lips on his, gently, tenderly caressing them. He kissed me back, and smiled. I couldn't see, but I was sure that it was that very same smile he wore on his face the first time we made friends. And, in that moment, I knew I'd beat Nate. I had Matt and his smile; and after all this I'd learnt to treasure our friendship, it made me happy.
~~~Story End~~~
A/N: Review, please! Tell me your thoughts, whatever they are. They'll help me improve, and thank you once again for reading~
