Okay, I know I ought to be working on my other story, but I just got this idea in my head and I NEED TO USE IT! arrgh... Inspiration came from personal experience...except different...anyways, I hope you like it, etc etc. luv ChochoholixAnonomous

Like Alice in Wonderland

Matt rolled over, facing the wall instead of Mello, asleep on the other side of the room.

He closed his eyes.

..."Alright everyone. Remember, you've got to feel the connection, the bonds of trust and love between you and your partner. Now, face each other..." Matt looked up, and met Mello's steely gaze.

"I don't know why we're here." his best friend hissed at him, earning him a reproving look from the woman who was obviously in charge. Matt shrugged, having no idea himself. But that wasn't true; really, it was all his idea. Because today, definitely today, he would confess to Mello the feelings that had been building up inside him since the day they'd first met.

"Now, take your partner's hands..." Matt grabbed Mello's hands shyly, avoiding his gaze. "...and place one of them in your back pocket." Matt heard Mello make a funny, strangled kind of sound, and he knew why; Mello's leather pants (SEXY AS HELL) hardly had room for him in there, and fitting a hand or two in his back pocket was nigh impossible.

But Matt managed it, somehow. He knew that he was blushing as Mello did the same to him, stuffing their intertwined hands down his pocket. He felt a funny pulse beating somewhere inside him as Mello's hand brushed against his butt. He cleared his throat and looked around a bit. The whole room was a little odd, come to think of it.

The paint on two walls was purple, but on the other two walls, it was red. There was confetti on the floor and dangeling Valentine hearts from the ceiling, which some of the taller people kept hitting their heads on. The other people in the big circle of couples were also quite strange. There was a man who had to be seven feet tall with a woman who only came up to his hips, a weird guy with long white hair grovelling at the feet of a guy with black hair in a schoolgirl uniform, and a tall guy with silvery hair clutching a huge teddybear in one hand, and practically molesting his partner, a shorter teen with spiky brown hair and big green eyes.

Odd.

Matt focused his attention on the speaker again, who seemed to be wearing a large bunny costume, but she wasn't saying anything; she was correcting the hand-on-butt positions of the other groups. Matt felt a jolt in his stomach as Mello suddenly squeezed his ass. He turned to face him, blushing slightly. Mello was watching him, a deadpanned expression on his pretty face.

"Geez, you've been zoning out forever!" Mello complained, tossing his blonde hair as he looked scornfully around.

"There's no chocolate here, is there?" he asked, downcast. Matt sighed, and reluctantly removed his hand from Mello's back pocket, where it had been shyly hanging out.

"I've got some." he said, surprising himself; since when did he carry chocolate around? He dug in his vest pocket, finally pulling out a half-eaten dark chocolate bar. He grinned as he watched Mello nearly salivating with hunger.

"Kay, here" Matt said, placing a piece in front of Mello's mouth. The blonde looked up at him, testing, for a second, before opening his mouth. Matt popped the chocolate in, and shoved the rest of the bar back into his pocket.

"No, no, no! You've got to stay connected! Spiritually and physically!" the squat lady in charge was suddenly at Mello's shoulder, making Matt jump.

"Here," the woman said, rather tenderly, as she took Matt's hand from his vest pocket and guided it to Mello's back pocket. "My, it's tight in there!" she giggled before shoving Matt's hand down inside. Mello yelped as Matt's hand was buried into the tight, warm space.

Just the feeling of Mello's butt under his hand, barely one layer of leather separating them, was enough to make Matt lose focus. He suddenly snapped back into reality after imagining a rather hot scene where Mello wasn't wearing pants, when the woman in the bunny suit spoke into her microphone again.

"Alright, now; open your hearts!" she cried shrilly, pressing a button on a pink remote. Suddenly, quiet music began streaming through several heart-shaped speakers around the room. Matt almost choked when he recognized the Titanic theme's imploring melody invading his ears.

"And now, ladies, gentlemen- The moment you've all been waiting for!" the woman, whose name, Matt suddenly realized, must be Dolly (because everybody like that is called Dolly. It's like a rule), cried out joyfully. Mello gave Matt a sideways glance that clearly stated 'oh, shit, here it comes'.

"CUPID'S CONFESSION! So, let's start with the youngest person in each pair: that person must share a secret that they've NEVER told their partner before! Something that they know the other person will want to hear. Then the other person goes, same thing. It's a beautiful way to break any ice in a relationship!" Dolly cried out, one fist clenched, tears streaming down her sparkly eyes. The phrase 'epic face' came into Matt's mind as he watched her.

"GOOOOOOO!" she sang (yes, sang), and immediately one person from each of the couples around them began blubbering on about something. Matt looked at Mello who looked back, expectantly.

"Get to it, LB." Mello said jokingly, and Matt sighed. This was it. The moment he'd been waiting for his whole life. Well, most of his life.

"Mello...I have always, always, always...been in love with you." he said, bit his lip, and looked up.

Mello's head had been replaced by a hippo's.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Matt's eyes snapped open. He was safe, in his room, and Mello was sitting next to him, staring.

"You okay, Matt? I think you had a nightmare." he said, sounding concerned. Matt stared at him for a second, taking in his lack of a shirt, and his ruffled hair.

"Um, yeah...I...I'm sorry I woke you up..." Matt mumbled, blushing furiously as he remembered what he'd just confessed to Mello...in his dream.

"Okay..." Mello said uncertainly, before hopping off Matt's bed and returning to his own.

"'Night". he said. "Goodnight..." Matt responded in a muffled voice, his face buried in a pillow.

Weird dream...