Chapter 1 MN
I hate you.
I couldn't take it any more. I hated him. I wanted that big headed sheep either dead or curled up in my arms. WTF? I used to think you couldn't possibly both love AND hate someone at the same time. Well I was totally wrong. And I could not get those freaking thoughts of Near out of my head, maybe saying them would help.
That was a stupid idea.
Well because (as much as loath to admit it) I am so impulsive I randomly ran into Nears room where he was doing a puzzle on the floor.
The pieces of the puzzle were all white, and his army of robots was set up around him in a circle as though protecting him. Well sadly they couldn't protect him from me.
The albino boy looked up with his usual emotionless expression.
"Yes Mello?"
Ok so I was confessing my love to him. That doesn't fucking mean I'm going to be NICE to him.
Stepping on the toys and grinding the puzzle pieces under my foot I pushed Near up to the wall and jerked his head up by a tuft of hair, but dropped it as soon as we made eye contact.
"Near..."I hissed grinding my teeth furiously.
"I fucking love you, you asshole!"
As soon as I said it I blushed, and slammed his head against the wood multiple times. Maybe if I banged his head enough he would get brain damage and forget what I just said. Unfortunately he didn't.
Once he had wriggled free, by sliding down the wall he said: "I'm sorry, but I find that rather hard to believe."
Then as much as I fucking hate him, I felt the tiniest bit hurt.
"Ughhhh..." I groaned, sinking to the floor by sliding my own head down the wall, then resting my forehead on my knees. "I really DO love you!"
"You physically abuse me every day." Near said in a monotone.
"You mentally abuse me.
"How so?"
I gave an exasperated sigh.
"Your stuck in my head every single fudging day and I can't stop thinking about you and I really hate you!"
(no I was not using the word "fudging" to avoid swearing, I simply wanted to say it because it is a combination of my favorite cuss word and my favorite food.)
"When you say "I hate you" do you mean the opposite"
I yanked his head up, but this time to punch him in the nose.
"yes..." I said as my fist collided with his face."
"That's sweet of you" Near said wiping blood off his nose with his sleeve. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. The sheep isn't usually sarcastic (that's my job).
I just chucked one of his robots at the wall and stalked out of his room when back to Matt's and mine, inhaled three chocolate bars and nearly choked to death until Matt hit me on the back with his DS.
Exciting day.
And I'm STILL fucking thinking of Near.