The sun was shining brightly through the open windows. The hustling of leaves could be heard every now and then, followed by the subtle chirping of birds. This was very rare in London. So was Matt's getting upset. Yet it was a day in which unusual things happened.

I could see Mello standing in front of me with a slightly shocked face. I had just replied to him very dryly. Then again, I was at my limit; enough is enough! I took a step closer to him and said with a voice as cold as ice:

"- I didn't mind it that much because I thought you were so obsessed only since it involved your project. But now, what's your excuse? It's been a week since we gave in that stupid project yet all I keep hearing from you is about Near! I'm starting to think you don't care about surpassing him, but just about him!

-Matt, I… Are you mad? Near is-"

He was so shocked that I was actually mad at him! He didn't know what to say; Mello didn't know what to say! I don't know what's less likely to happen, seeing me mad or Mello having nothing to retort. I guess he didn't realize how frequently he had been talking about Near or that I would get mad at him for it. I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"- Near, Near, Near! Stop saying his name, will you!"

I spun around and made a sprint aiming for the back door leading inside the orphanage. I didn't want to explain myself! Mello is so smart, but when it comes to these things I can't help but think he's an idiot! It's been so annoying to hear about Near every time he opened his mouth. I slowed down as I reached the dorm and went straight into my room. Our rooms were really quite simple: against the wall, on the right stood a bed next to which was a lonesome bed table illuminated by the last few rays of sun which shone through the open window. The same window that faced the back garden we were standing in just a few moments ago. On the other side of the window, was a small yet sturdy desk on top of which laid multiple books and comics covered with pens which were scattered here and there. There was a clear separation, however, between those and an unfinished drawing on which rested the treasured Gameboy. The familiar scene brought me a slight feeling of relief. I closed the door and crashed onto the mattress. To tell the truth, I had no clue why I had lost my temper so suddenly… I practically gave Mello a heart attack! Whether he's so obsessed with Near or not has nothing to do with me. So why did I snap like that? It's one of the reasons I ran away from him, I didn't want to be asked to explain myself. I didn't want him to realize I didn't know. I'm not sure why this aggravates me like this.

Then, something suddenly hit me like a bullet through the head. There it was, it all came to me clear as day. My eyes opened widely, my mouth gaping as a slight undecipherable sound escaped from it.
I remained like that for a while, thinking things through. What if… no, it couldn't be. It's unthinkable! But what if there was a small part in me, a slight, tiny possibility that I was maybe barely or just a little in love with him? What? NO, no, no! I must be overthinking! I mean, he's a guy! And I'm…I'm… incredibly jealous of Near. I pulled my CD player from the top of my bed table and put my earphones on as I let out a heavy sigh. I knew it all along. It must have been because I didn't want to admit it to myself as I knew that I was absolutely certain of this: I was completely and entirely in love with Mello.

I closed my eyes.

I slightly edited my fic and made a few corrections so it flows better. This is actually the first fanfic I write, so any comment and/or constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated! (In other words, PLEAAASE leave a review ^^!)
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