"Maaaatt!" I cocked an eyebrow at the whine coming from the 13 year old blonde on his bed, sprawled out laying half on the bed and hanging upside down over the edge peering and me with big blue eyes, his blonde hair flipped over and messy looking.

"Uh, yeah?" I could see him out of the corner of my eye from where I sat on the floor of our shared room in front of the tv, playing Mario.

"I'm bored! Would you stop playing those stupid games so we could do something?" The whiney tone didn't cease at all. In fact, I think it may have increased.

"First, call my games stupid one more time and see what happens. And besides, I thought you were studying. Don't you have that big test tomorrow?" He snickered at the threat, but I knew he would. Mello was bigger, stronger, tougher, and angrier than me. There's no way I can ever take him.

"I'm finished. I've gone over everything like three times already. I'm gonna ace this test. No doubt." He was still lying on his back, flipped over the side of the bed.

"Ah." I knew that response, or lack thereof, rather, would bug him.

"So, what exactly happens if I call your games stupid?" He said in a sly tone and a smirk on his face. He knew damn well what would happen. He's done it enough times. We would start a little fight (not serious of course, just a play fight) and end up making a mess of our room and making way too much noise and usually having Roger come to our room to yell at us.

"Try it. Find out." I smirked back at him, not entirely sure if he could see it. But I saved the game getting ready to shut it off because I knew what was coming.

"Shut off your stupid game and entertain me!"

"That's it." I got up and shut my game off and started marching over to Mello's bed. He was giggling the whole time. He didn't move, he was waiting for me to yank him on the ground and pin him and then he would flip us over and pin me.

I knew this was how it would go before it even started, so I took a different approach. I, instead, went to the side of his bed and put my hands on his sides and started tickling him. He was extremely ticklish and hated when I did this.

"Ahh! Matt! Stop!" He was laughing really hard, trying to sit up on the bed properly so he wouldn't fall. I pulled him up and shoved him back down on his pillow so he wasn't practically falling off the bed anymore. Then I swung a leg over and straddled him before he got his bearings and resumed the tickling.

Like I said, Mello was considerably stronger and could get me off him in a heartbeat but I had the advantage with tickling so he couldn't flip us.

I was digging my fingers into his sides and every time he would grab at my hands to try and get me to stop, I would dodge his grasp and move to his neck (which, by the way, is probably Mello's most ticklish spot). I would run my fingers up and down his chest and he was writhing beneath me. Eyes squeezed shut, laughing and screaming for me to stop. It was beautiful.

He finally caught a wrist and when I was distracted, he caught the other. Shit. I knew he was about to flip me and I would get this punishment tenfold. I shoved my hands out to the side pinning his hands with my wrists, which he still had a hold on. I was running out of options. I had to keep the tickling going long enough to get my wrists free.

I went for the neck. I bent down and licked his collar bone. He began squirming and laughing under me, trying to shake me off. I slid my tongue up across his neck.

"Hnn! Matt!" What the fuck? He moaned. Moaned. My name. And what's worse is the butterflies erupting in my stomach from it. And the shot of blood straight to my groin.

I jumped off him. Practically flew. I stumbled backwards but caught my balance on the desk. He sat up, looking distraught and guilty and just a look I've never seen on him before and it scared me.

"Matt? Are you okay?" I was just staring at him, completely unsure what to do.

"I.. uh.." I turned away from him. I was so confused I needed to clear my head. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my backpack.

"Matt. Wait!" I heard him but I was already out the door. I didn't want to leave but I didn't know what else to do. I just got butterflies- no, turned on by my best friend because he moaned my name as I straddled him and licked his neck. It couldn't get any worse than that.

I found my way to the Pond. I wasn't really thinking, my feet just kinda carried me there. Granted, there wasn't many places to go around Wammy's that wasn't out of bounds. Mello and I came here a lot. It was relaxing to sit in the sun by the cool water. We even went swimming in it a few times. Not on purpose, mind you, well at least not the first time. Mello tried pushing me in but I grabbed onto him and we both went in. We would even come down here to catch some frogs and stuff sometimes to scare the girls. Or Near, he didn't like them either. He always tried not to let it show that it bothered him but as soon as it touched him, all hell broke lose.

I found myself smiling at all the memories being here brought back. We don't come here very often anymore. What with Mello being so determined to get his grades up past Near's, and my obsessive gaming rituals, neither of us really fancy a trip outside anymore.

I was grateful that I had thought enough to bring my backpack. I opened it up and took my pack of smokes out and lit up. At least Mello won't bug me about smoking out here. I caught myself thinking of him again. I took out my PSP from my backpack, the other reason I was so grateful I remembered to bring it, to try and distract me from my thoughts of him. It wasn't working. I kept dying because I couldn't focus and every time I did, I thought of every time Mello would laugh or make stupid jokes when I died. And then I wouldn't be able to focus even more. A terrible cycle that seemed to develop.

I didn't even know why this was so bad. I mean I could have just played it off as one awkward moment that we would get over, but nope. I had to panic and run out. I took another drag and sighed deeply as I exhaled the smoke.

"Matt? Are you alright?" Shit. I should have known he would find me here. There's not many places to go and this is just blatantly obvious.

"Uh, hey. Yeah." I put the system back in my bag, there was no point in keeping it out now.

"I'm sorry, Matt. I..I don't even know what happened." He sat down on the other side of the log I was sitting on.

I couldn't help but laugh a little. Mello looked up at me. There was something in his eyes and I swear if I didn't know him any better, I'd say he was about to cry.

"Mello, don't worry about it. I don't know either but I think we should just forget abou-"

"No! We're not avoiding this!" He was standing now and I could tell he was getting angry. "I know this might end bad- hell, it might even ruin our friendship, and I hope to God it doesn't but if I don't say it now, I'll lose my chance and its on my mind too much as it is and its already obviously taking its toll and-"

"Mello! Just spit it out!" I felt bad but I just couldn't take his rambling anymore and he was getting more nervous by the word and I was getting nervous myself.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled quietly, looking down. He let out a long sigh. "I like you, Matt. More than just a friend and I hate hiding it. I can't do it anymore." I was dumbfounded. This had to be a joke. My best friend who is also a guy, just said he liked me. "I understand if you hate me, if you don't want to see me again, if you want to switch rooms. But I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry."

I was silent. I didn't know what to do. I was sitting there, staring up at Mello, completely lost at his words. My cigarette must have slipped from my hand at some point.

"Matt? Say something! Please!" He knelt down in front of me, my eyes following him down like they were glued to his. He held onto my shoulders and suddenly his touch had never felt so right.

I swear I don't remember moving but I know Mello wouldn't do something as stupid as this so I knew it had to be me. Mello's lips were against mine and my arms tangled around him, pulling him close. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. Mello's hand found the side of my face and caressed it gently. The other around my back.

He finally pulled away, smiling so beautifully and I noticed the bright pink blush dusting his cheeks and nose. He really was handsome. How had I not noticed this before?

He stood up and pulled me up with him and held me close to him in a tight embrace. I hugged him back, throwing my arms around his neck and burying my face in his shoulder. I pulled back, only to kiss him again.

"You know, I love this place." He smiled brightly at me and it was the happiest I had seen him, well, ever, actually. My heart melted at the sight and right then, I knew I never wanted to let him go. "C'mon. Let's get back to the home. The last thing we want is for Roger to come looking for us." I agreed and Mello picked up my backpack and swung it over his own shoulders and began walking back. I caught up to him and took his hand. He tensed and looked down at it before he squeezed back, smiled, and leaned into me. "That went so much better than expected." He laughed. Yeah. This was right.

"Oh and Matt, I am so gonna get you back for that tickling hell you put me through." Shit.

Okay so I don't really know what's going on with this story. I just sorta started writing and this popped out. I honestly didn't even realize how much I had written or anything til I looked back at it and I decided I actually really liked it. Also, there seems to be quite an opening for pranks and such to ensue so I think I might develop into that with this story. I have no idea how many chapters there will be in this or when they'll be but I have quite a few ideas already so hopefully I can keep a good pace! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

-Carter