"I can't believe I have to share a room with you."
The Whammy House was on their first field trip of the year to a historical spot in England where apparently a famous murder was committed, and Mello was 'oh-so-lucky-' to share a room with that stupid annoying creampuff Near. He was showing his 'thanks' for his 'blessings' by ranting mindlessly to Near as he slowly put his things away and tidied up the room. Mello couldn't help but watch as Near made the bests, stacked his clones of apparel in the elegant drawers, slipped both his and Mello's jackets in the closet, arranged his novels at the foot of his bed, set his toothbrush and toothpaste on the newly washed marble counters, and so-on. Meanwhile, he played no attention to the ranting blonde that followed him like a shadow or a lovesick puppy as he cleaned up the already spotless room.
Despite his constant whining, Mello couldn't help but pay special attention to the way Near swiped his hand in a n ever-so concentrated way across the wet bathroom counter, patted out the wrinkles so quietly and easily in their beds, smoothed down the lace that accented their dressers…
Agh, what was he thinking!? No, no, no!!
Near, meanwhile, only half listened to the blonde boy. Only when his name was mentioned, really.
It was when Near was cleaning the mirror in the bathroom when it happened.
Bugged by the water and toothpaste stains that early inhabitants had left dotted on the mirror, he ran a wet cloth over the glass, a dry, and was now polishing it.
He leaned in, breathed lightly on the glass, and rubbed the dry cloth over the moisture.
What Near didn't notice was Mello's halt in his lecture and the eyes dragging over his chalk-pale face. Mello paid particular attention to his soft-looking lips he just wanted to kiss, and the way Near's eyes closed over the tea gray irises that lied behind the thin cover of skin.
Mello couldn't hold it back any longer.
He gently, but quickly cupped Near's chin, wrapped a thin, but strong arm around his waist, and brushed his lips softly on Near's. He tasted like pure, true sugar.
Mello walked off like nothing had happened, but felt a hand on his wrist before he even got to his bedside.
He turned to face Near, and found himself looking into the sea's gray at the quietest dawn, and sweet lips on his own again.
And then, Near walked back into the bathroom again to finish polishing the mirrors.
Take that, blondie.
However, Mello reconsidered himself.
Maybe staying in the same room with Near wouldn't be so bad after all…