Mello crossed his left leg over his right leg nonchalantly, gently pressing his hands into his lap. He was sitting in one of those nasty plastic chairs in a gym. Matt was directly in front of him on the treadmill. Said burgundy haired boy was panting only slightly, a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Good heavens, why did Matt even need to be at a gym? God knows he's fitter than a model. Mello should be on the treadmill. I mean, seriously. Look at all that chocolate he consumes. Where does he put it? His over sized ego? Anyways, on with the story. Matt sighed and glanced over at his roommate slash lover who was sitting in the plastic chair like a lady would. He smiled and jumped of the treadmill and shut it off, strolling over to his friend.
"Heya Mels," he said blissfully. Mello glared at the red headed gamer. "What's up?"
"We should really go now," snapped the blonde. His teeth were gritted and it sounded very menacing. To Matt, anyways.
"Aww, but Mels," Matt whined.
"No," Mello ground out, his teeth still clenched together, "we need to leave." Matt gave him one of his most irresistible puppy dog eye looks. "Now." Matt sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, wiping his face with his towel. He took a sip of water, watching his companion closely out of the corner of his eye. Mello glowered at his friend. He pressed his hands down harder and folded his legs closer together, praying that Matt wasn't as dense as he seemed. Of course, the fates were not on his side as Matt capped his bottle of water and continued to scrutinize him.
Sighing, the red head tried to get Mello to tell him what was wrong. "Just tell me why we need to leave!"
"Let's not, say I did, and get. The. Hell. Out. Of. Here," the blonde snarled. His jaw was starting to hurt.
"Just tell me!!" Matt growled.
"MATT!!" Mello shrieked. A few people looked over at the arguing pair and began whispering.
"Seriously mate, just tell me," Matt whined. "Or at least give me clues."
Mello sighed. What with his luck, Matt would probably just get even more confused. Still, this was better than any other rude plan he'd come up with. Taking a deep breath before gritting his teeth again, Mello said, "Where are my hands, Matt?"
"Your lap."
"Correct. And what is in my lap?"
"Your hands." Mello's eye twitched at the response of the other man. Matt sighed and uncapped his water bottle, taking another sip before capping it again. "Okay, where is this going, Mels?"
"Let's try again. What is in my lap?" Matt sighed at his friend's question.
"Your leather."
"Good. Now, what's under my leather?"
"Your skin!" Matt cheered cutely. Mello would have smiled had it not been the current situation.
"Yeah… What skin?" Mello asked softly.
"The peach skin," was the red head's answer. Mello sighed. Yet again, the red head was hopeless. Yet again, the red head made a complete fool of himself. How this was known? Everyone else in the gym was laughing at either Mello or Matt. Matt's eyes travelled around the room and rested on Mello. And he felt like a moron. "Oh… O-OH! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…." The red head mumbled to himself. "Well, let's go then Mels."
Well, let's just say that by the time they made it to the car, Mello was in a load of pain. The car was barely out of PARK when Mello tackled his friend slash roommate slash lover into the backseat of the car before shutting said vehicle off.