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"Here's to the boy who stole my heart and ran so far that I couldn't catch him, that I couldn't reach him to steal his in return," Matt toasted his friend in the dimly lit room.
Mello raised his glass in return. "Here's to the boy that aimed so high that he shot me down."
Matt and Mello downed their respective shots and refilled.
"To the nights that I drink too much and spill my words trying to tell him how I feel," Matt said, staring despondently at his tiny glass.
The blond across from him nodded. "To the nights I imagine us together."
They knocked back the alcohol, the liquid burning their throats.
Matt was slurring his speech now. "To the nights I think too much."
"To when I forget my words."
Together they tossed back, and when they slammed their shot glasses down Matt flung his at the wall. He had enough liquid courage in his system now to do what he'd dreamed of for ages. The red-head leaned over the small table and rested his hand against Mello's face. "Please Mello, I just want you to stay, forever; I never want you to leave me like that again. I don't care, just stay; Hevan can wait as long as it wants if I can just have you till you're taken."
Mello looked back at the other man, feeling the chemicals working on him as well. A smirk played across his features. The blond leaned up and brushed his nose to the other man's, almost touching lips. "Lay your heart next to mine and I'll make you feel alive because for tonight, I'm all yours."