The music blared as the red-haired boy walked in to his and Mello's shared room. Matt had never shared the same love of screamo, heavy-metal music that his blond partner did. In fact, he never even considered it 'Music'. Never the less, he sighed, sinking into a bean-bag chair in the corner of the room, as Mello was occupying the bed.
Matt picked up his Gameboy, flicking the switch to the 'on' position. The screen turned white, flashed a disclaimer and warning, then died. Damn, Matt thought, Forgot to charge it. The screaming music in the background was not helping the boys frustration. He looked over at the blond.
Mello was lying on the bed, eyes closed, peaceful. Matt found this hysterical, because the music was blasting his eardrums. Matt came over to Mello, sitting next to the bed like a dog. He surveyed Mello again. Was it possible he was asleep? Surely with this music...
Matt reached out his hand to touch the blond in front of him when-
Thwack!
Matt let out a gasp as, eyes still closed, Mello's hand shot up to grab the redhead's wrist, seconds before Matt's hand touched his face. His eyes opened and Matt struggled to free his arm. Mello looked up at him. "What the heck do you think you're doing?" He roughly tossed his partner's hand away, and Matt rubbed his wrist.
"So-rry."
Matt replied, emphasizing the second syllable. The music picked up
speed, getting louder. (Is that possible?, Matt wondered.)
Matt stood up suddenly and ran to the stereo, slapping 'stop',
then 'eject'. The 'music' cut off abruptly, and Mello shouted "Hey!"
Matt took the CD and pressed the palms of both hands into the
disc, snapping it in half. (Again, Mello shouted from his place on
the bed.)
The blond boy stood up and pushed the slightly
shorter boy into the wall. "I was listening to that."
"I
know. I thought I'd save you from it. If you can stand that
garbage"-He gestured to the two pieces of Mello's CD-"Your
ears must already be blown." He walked toward the seething
blond.
He put a hand on the older boy's head. "Or maybe
it's not your ears. Could be a brain dysfunction."
Matt
smirked as Mello's face became slightly tinged with pink, and more
angry than before. "You're cute when you're angry." He
tousled Mello's hair. Then did the most rational thing he could think
of. He ran.
The room was pretty small, so he ran into the living room, jumping the coffee table and attempting to jump over the top of the couch. He had the idea that if he could make a complete circle in the living room, he could lock himself in the bedroom, where Mello couldn't get him.
Sadly, his partner knew him well enough to know he'd take the easy way out - Run away, as he'd just proved - And was running to block that path. And the moment Matt reached the couch, so did Mello, who managed to pin the redhead's hands to the pillow behind him. Matt struggled, attempting to kick Mello away.
"C'mon Mel, lemme go!" Matt tried,
seeing as the kicking wasn't working. Mello grinned.
"Not in
a million years, Matty." Matt's eyes narrowed at this new
nickname.
"All this...Over a CD? Kinda stupid, don't ya
think, Mel?"
Mello paused, thinking up a comeback.
He
looked at Matt.
"Not as stupid as you."
Matt laughed.
"That's your excuse? You've gotten weak, man."
Mello
slowly got up, releasing his partner's hand. "Yeah,
well."
Mello walked back toward the bedroom, and Matt
followed. Matt placed himself back in the red bean-bag, plugging in
his Gameboy and turning it on.
"So, " Mello's voice
broke through Matt's Gameboy trance. "How're you going to repay
me?"
Matt shook his head and put down his game. "For
what? If anything, you owe me."
Mello
pulled the broken CD off the dresser, holding one of the pieces away
from him with two fingers - L style, as Matt liked to call it.
"I
payed twenty bucks for this."
"Twenty bucks for that?"
He pointed to the jagged bit of silvery plastic in the blond's hand.
"Wow, garbage sure is selling expensive nowadays."
Mello's
eyes narrowed. "It was a whole CD when I bought it."
"Yeah,
I know."
Mello scowled. "Are you insulting me?"
"No,
I'm insulting your crappy choice in music."
Mello stepped
toward the bean-bag chair. "Seriously, you owe me big
time."
Matt stood from the chair and walked up to Mello.
He leaned up and pressed his lips to the blond's cheek.
"That
good enough?" He asked the now flustered boy.
"Almost."
Mello said, once he'd recovered. He leaned down, pressing his lips to
Matt's own.
Pulling back, he said "That was good
enough."
Matt fell back onto the bed. "Mello-kun?"
"Ye-Did
you just call me Mello-Kun?"
"Yep. And by the
way, Mello-kun, you taste like chocolate."
"What did you
expect me to taste like, Screamo?"
Matt adjusted his
goggles and laughed weakly.
"No, screamo's a music
type...But I'm assuming you knew that."
"Naw, ya
think?" Mello said, sarcastically.
Matt frowned, then
smiled.
"I should break your CD's more often."
Mello frowned. "Uh, yeah, no."
Matt glared at the
blond. "But-But-How do I gets my Mello-kun?"
"Okay,
for one, I am not your Mello, and I'm certainly not your Mello-Kun.
For another, buy me another CD and some chocolate, then we'll talk."
The Next Day
"Mello-Kun!!"
Mello's
eye twitched. He looked up. "Yes?"
Matt sat down in
front of him, and held out his hands. He was holding a heart shaped
box of chocolate, and a CD entitled 'Screamo Core Melody'.
Mello's eye twitched more.
"Erm...Thanks?" Mello took
the red-head's gifts.
"You said we'd talk."
"Huh?
Oh, yeah. Talk."
Matt moved closer to the blond.
"Do
you like me?"
"Sure, we're best friends."
"Not
that way." Mello looked around, avoiding Matt's curious
eyes.
"M-maybe, a little." Matt leaned closer.
"How
much?"
Mello shifted uncomfortably.
"I...What's
with the twenty questions?" He said, desperately attempting to
change the subject.
"You promised."
"Yeah, I
promised you could talk to me, not interrogate me!"
Matt
frowned. "Why'd you kiss me yesterday?"
Mello looked
down. "Because I felt like it. Why does everything need a
reason, Matty?"
"Because. Everything has a reason.
Even if you don't know it." Matt said. He, for the second time
within twenty-four hours, tousled Mello's hair.
Mello stood up,
pushing the the boy against the wall he had been previously leaning
on, pinning Matt's arms above his head.
"Whenever I do that,
I end up pinned somewhere." Matt said, smirking. Mello put his
face to Matt's.
"Here's a question in counter to all of your
questions." Mello said, completely ignoring Matt's comment. "Why
do you care?"
Matt avoided Mello's eyes and mumbled
something incomprehensible.
"Say again?" The blond boy
said, leaning closer to Matt, so close their foreheads
touched.
"I..." He looked up at Mello's cerulean-green
eyes, their noses touching. "...I love you, Mel."
"I
thought so." Mello said after a moment, a moment which felt like
an hour for Matt. Mello leaned in and pressed his lips to the
slightly shorter boy's.
Matt pulled his arms away from Mello's
and wrapped them around the blond's waist, deepening the kiss. As
Mello pulled away, he smiled.
"On second thought, you do
taste a bit like Screamo." Mello smirked at him.
"Do I
really?" Matt nodded.
Smiling, he wove his fingers into
Mello's. "You do." Matt said, then kissed the blond again.
