Author's Note= So here it is. A shiny new fic. I would say that it's clean, to make a pun of the plot, but I can't, because I'd be lying. ^^"
Matt's POV
The horror. Of all the asshole-ish tendencies. Would it kill him to wash the sheets before he decided to push me onto them?
"Shiro, this is disgusting. Do you know how many bacteria are on these sheets?"
"Shush, Matt."
He began to kiss up my neck and onto my jaw.
"If you'd just let me change the sheets first. I am not getting naked on dirty sheets."
I could just imagine it, all those little germs and dust mites, touching my skin, crawling on it then multiplying. It was gross, and those mites would infect me with some sort of flesh eating disease.
"Fine, I'll change the sheets first." He leaned down to breathe into my ear. "But you're going to group counseling."
"Yeah, um, I'm Matt." I said quietly, embarrassed.
"Hello, Matt." Came the classic chorus.
"I have OCD, Depression and General Anxiety." I took a deep breath. "When I was six, my mom died of a bacterial infection and my father almost caught it." I skipped a part of the story, it wasn't something I was going to share. "When I was thirteen, I entered high school, and I was picked on for my red hair and the fact that I was younger. It increased my existing anxiety."
I sat down, sinking into myself.
"I'm Mello." The blonde stood up and spoke confidently.
"Hi Mello." The chorus changed to avoid the rhyme.
"I have Histrionic Personality Disorder."
Mello sat down, not saying another word.
I felt like an idiot for spilling my guts. I couldn't believe I let Shiro convince me to go to this thing, it wasn't as though I'd had much of a choice.
"Care to explain, Mello?" Angelica, the leader and psychiatrist of the group session prompted.
"I don't get along with people." The blonde man stated icily.
"Who persuaded you all to come?" when Angelica said 'all' she meant Mello, a guy named L with schizotypal disorder, a guy named Light who had a god complex, a girl named Misa with ADD, and myself.
"My guardian Watari." L stated in monotone, staying curled up in his usual 'crouch'.
"Light-kun suggested it!" Misa bounced.
"Misa…" Light muttered miserably.
"Judge made me come." Mello said with a shrug.
Everyone stared, and I was thankful it wasn't me they were staring at.
"Matt?"
"My boyfriend made me." I stated, bowing my head.
"What, he wouldn't pound you into a wall until you solved your issues?" Mello smirked at me cruelly.
"Wha? N-no! I-he, we…" I couldn't think of a valid excuse.
"Let's add domestic abuse to your list. Or you could meet me outside after this session and I'll override your OCD and depression with pleasure." My jaw dropped and my face flushed.
I could feel a panic attack coming on quickly.
"I-I need to use the washroom!" I nearly sprinted to the bathroom; I didn't stop until I got there.
Once safely inside, I leaned over a sink, (not daring to touch it for fear of getting infected) and practiced breathing.
Looking up into the mirror I saw Mello reflected behind me.