This is a new idea that came to me today, I know where I want this story to go, but there's no point in continuing it unless people want me to, please comment and let me know! This story takes place at Whammy's, as if Mello, L, BB and Near are all the same age and all live there.

BB's POV

Everyone says in insane, that I'm crazy, out of my mind, in fact! Well they're all so wrong, and I've tried to prove it so many times. They say I have depression, they say I'm suicidal, but we all know how wrong they are about me, well I know how wrong they are… and that's all that matters right?

No, I might as well just come out with it, my life's a mess, my mother and I got beaten by my father, by the age of 7 my mother had committed suicide and my father had been put in jail for child abuse and rape. I got moved here…

I suppose it's not too bad, I have friends, quite close ones actually; I'm quite clever, number 3 to be exact. I'm not one of the kids that studies way to much…like Near and Mello, but I don't let myself fall behind either.

Your probably wondering by now why I say I'm depressed, well, that's because of him, his voice, his smell, that blonde hair I long to run my hands through, those blue eyes I could stare into all day, and his comforting arms, that I badly want around me, protecting me from all evil, basically, Mello makes me feel like this.

I have never been in love before, yeah, I'd had stupid little crushed on girls, and occasionally guys (yeah, I'm gay) but this time is different. Mello's my best friend, The one that keeps me sane, but yet helps me slip further into depression, the one I love so much.

I remember the night I told him, how he was lay on his stomach across the floor of our shared bedroom, studying as always. His blond hair not a strand out of place, perfection. I went and lay beside him and he put his arm round me, pulling me in.

"What's wrong B?" he asked, using the nickname he gave me years ago. We've always been super close, so close we sometimes slept together, him letting me cuddle up to him in my sleep whenever I had a nightmare, yes, it sounds childish, a fourteen year old having nightmares, but Mello didn't care, he'd hold me close and help me get back to sleep.

"Mello I have to tell you something…" I said slowly, fearing what I was about to do. I was going to tell him, I couldn't stand it anymore! He needed to know how much I loved him! How much he meant to me…how much I need him.

"What is it? Is everything alright?" He asked, his voice changing its tone. He actually sounded worried.

"I...I..." I stuttered, my hands shaking, I licked my finger, it tasted permanently sweet from all the sugary jam I ate, and this reassured me a bit.

"Spit it out! You know you can tell me anything!" Mello stared deep into my eyes, the grey ones that I hid behind terrifying red contacts. I saw those sea blue ones, the ones that made me feel so weak, and the ones I fell in love with.

"I love you Mello," I said, His eyes held a confused look, and he gestured for me to go on. "as in a more than a friend way" I said.

He seemed shocked, and I knew as soon as the words came out of my mouth he didn't feel the same way, and I knew I'd ruined everything, our friendship, trust, our bond.

"I'm sorry, I just don't feel the same way, I used to think I liked you like that, but I got over it after a while, and so will you!" He said, ruffling my hair and going back to his studying.

That hurt, he thought I'd get over it, well how wrong he was…

I know its short, I just didn't see the point in making it super long for nobody to read, so if you want me to continue it then please review!