This was wrong. Mello knew that it was 100% wrong. Yet despite the wrongness, why did it feel so right?
Thirteen year old Mello stood before the larger than normal bathroom mirror with his hands were on either side of the sink. It was a rare event to have the bathroom unoccupied, seeing as he did live in an orphanage. Though, the unoccupied bathroom wasn't nearly as unusual as his outfit.
Mello stood in the bathroom, nearly naked, in orphanage provided jeans and white sock clad feet. He wasn't wearing a shirt. His black baggy black long sleeve was clutched tightly in his hand. But he did wear another article of clothing, a white training bra with a single bow in the middle to be exact.
Mello started at the mirror's reflection. Was this why his mother had given him away to this horrible orphanage? Did she intend to have him suffer for who he was? To not be accepted? Was this why none of the other kids liked him? Except for Matt... No. Mello did not want to think of Matt.
Mello did not want to think of the rusty haired boy with the odd goggles. The same boy with the striped shirt, the unusual vest and who was always playing a video game. The same boy who was his friend: his only friend. The same boy who didn't know of his predicament. The same boy he was hopelessly in love with.
Mello looked out the window of the orphanage. Children were laughing. Why couldn't he fit in with them?
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Mello! My hand is bleeding from my PS again! I need a Band-Aid so I don't get blood on the buttons!" it was Matt. Mello began to panic. There was no way Matt could see him like this! "Come on, Mello! I've almost reached the 12 hour straight goal!" he began to open the door.
"Matt! STOP!"
Matt paused, "what?"
"Don't come in! I'm indecent!" 'Wow Mello, way to act natural…' he thought.
"... Are you wearing pants?"
"Ye-"
"THEN IM ENTERING!" Matt then pushed the door fully open.