Ch1: Soaked in Green.
There he was, that fucking bastard. I want to take his face and shove it under the water's surface, just enough. Enough for the blood in his fucking veins to stop flowing. Enough for his eyes to stop fucking staring at me as I'm doing it. Enough for his mouth to stop fucking screaming my name to "please stop." I want him to remember that I hate him. I can't stand his fucking perfection.
His swimming was even perfect, in its own fucking way. His skinny legs running his body. His small stomach controlling his speed. His soft arms showing where to go. I want to swim over to him and pull him under. I don't care if I drown too. He'll be drowning. If I can'-."
What is this? What's this feeling? It's soft but it feels uncomfortable. Am I? Am I drowning? Oh fuck! I gotta swim faster up... Faster ... uhhhhhpppp...
Aaaaghhhhh... What - why - why is my chest palpitating? I can't breathe. Is this? What the fuck? Am I a ghost now? What the hell. Corny shit right here. I can feel my body so I'm not dead.
What the hell, stop touching me people, I'm fine! I can feel someone running. They feel like small fee - .
I hear someone. Someone's talking to someone else. My legs are now fucking twitching, what is this? I - someone just opened my mouth and - What the fuck are they - .
"Melllllo. Mellllllo. Ugh. Mello, come on. There, good, couch all the water out."
The voice was clearer. I sat up, my vision not clear at all, I can't even see. The voice is purely there. What the fuck. Did Near just -.
"Mello, you drowned. But I saved you."
I'm staring at the kid I have just been fucking bashing for the last hour and he fucking gave me CPR. He put his mouth to mine, and revived me. He - he saved me from dying.
"Thank - Thank you Near." Did I just fucking Hug him? I'm grateful and all, but I don't need any more skin touching than what just happened.
"You're welcome. I'm glad you are better." He smiled? At me. "I don't want to imagine anyone I know gone." He stood up and grabbed his dirty little towel, and walked out, like he just fucking did a few laps. That's it! No threat to blackmail me, cuz he saved me now the great Mello owes him. Nothing. That little slut.
I love my bed. I love my room. I love my best friend. I love my chocolate. I love the moon. I love the lack of the older kid's curfew. I - .
"I didn't know you had the hots for Near."
What the hell was that?
"Excuse me Matt? What did you say?" I sat turning to my friend who was facing me now. He blinked at me, and said more fucking words.