As Matt woke up next to his best friend, he couldn't help but smile.
Mello, Matt's lifelong friend and new found lover, was curled up onto the redhead's chest. His breathing was soft and slow. Yet Matt was used to this; Mello usually slept a little later than he did. And it always gave him time to think.
The boys had grown up neighbors, best friends from the moment they could walk and talk. School soon came, and they were inseperable. Throughout elementary school and junior high, they had retained their friendship and never left each others' side. The times where Matt had gotten picked on (since he was a video game nerd who didn't talk much, unless it was to Mello), his best friend had stepped in and stood up for him, even throwing some punches.
But they would be seniors in high school in two weeks, and they were already applying to the same colleges, making sure they had jobs so they could eventually get an apartment together. Their relationship had started only a month prior, with Mello's surprising confession to Matt. Since then, they were very open with their feelings, and they weren't ashamed that they were homosexual. But school started, and that scared the redhead. How would the other students react?
He didn't have much time to think, though, because the blonde stirred in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes to smile at his boyfriend. They spent almost every night at each others' houses, so that they could sleep together and wake up in each others' arms. A sweet, quick kiss passed between the two, and the redhead got out of the sheets to go shower.
Now it was Mello's turn to think. His bright blue eyes shone with emotion, something that could not be said of him all the time. He often was emotionless, keeping his feelings inside. But he'd found this hard to do since that day; July 23rd. He had memorized the date, because it had been the best day of his life so far.
It was just barely better than the day he'd moved to London, England, from his homeland of Germany. He was just three years old, but he remembered the day he moved into the house next door to Matt's. He had seen the redhead playing outside, and he had ran over to say hello. The two had become best friends almost immediately.
He heard the shower shut off, so he slowly got up from the bed and stretched, listening as his joints cracked slightly. With a glance at the clock, he saw that it was 11. This was expected; they had stayed up until 3 am watching movies and playing games until they had been too tired to stay awake.
Matt walked out with a towel around his waist, and the blonde playfully smacked his ass as he switched places with his redheaded lover.