Disclaimer: I dont own anything of the characters or anything that is mentioned.
I wrote this a while ago, and it's nothing but a short little fic. about Matt and how he feels when Mello is off doing whatever he does when he's...you know "working"...it's probably not that good...so don't read it. Why? Because I suck.
You've been warned.
Tossing and turning, he just could not sleep that night. Then again, Matt could never sleep when he didn't know weather or not the one he cared for most could be hurt…or worse killed. Matt would always push that thought out of his head when Mello would linger through his mind on endless nights when he was away on "work".
"Uhh…I don't even know where he is… he must have told me when he left…" Matt rubbed his head as he sat up in bed, staring over at the empty spot beside him. "Come on Matt think…think…damn my gamers' attention span…"
Earlier That Day
Matt was at a crucial point in his game. He couldn't afford to divide his attention between Mello and Assassins Creed.
"Matt listen I'm…
I'll be gone all night…
Hey, pay attention! I'll be at…
With…
So…Matt listen, I'm going to…
But keep your phone on in case of an emergency ok…
Matt make sure you…
Love You, Bye"
Matt turned around only to see that Mello had already waved his goodbyes and was out the door.
Matt turned his head over and looked at the clock. It was 3 a.m. and still he heard no word from Mello. The last time he saw his blond was at 4 p.m. that evening.
Matt grabbed his head in despair. The worst thing wasn't, not remembering where Mello said he would be, whom he was with, or even what he was doing. The thing that had Matt most upset was the fact that he can't even remember if he had said, "I love you" or not, or even mumbled it. He couldn't even recall if Mello had given him a hug or a simple peck on the cheek.
The red head had all these emotions going through him as he sat in their bed. He was worried, upset, lonely, and most of all angry with himself for not paying attention.
Matt had gone through these emotions on a regular basses with Mello, all because of his "job". Sure Matt would take the occasional job with Mello when he needed the extra help, but that was only on rare occasions.
Matt laughed to himself and mocked what Mello always said when he asked if he needed help, " 'No. You're such an idiot, this is too dangerous, you and your ADHD are gonna get hurt or screw it up somehow.' "
Matt reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. Another thing that worried him was weather or not his phone would ring. There were many possibilities as to why it would or wouldn't ring.
One would be Mello checking in on him to see if he was alright; that rarely ever happened. Another call would be that Mello had to be rushed to the hospital because of a fatal wound he had; that call happened a lot.
Another, which scared him out of his mind, was the chance of a phone call bringing him nothing but the worst news imaginable; Mello's death.
Matt looked through his recent calls, checked his voicemail, and made sure he had no texts. Nothing. This was both calming and nerve racking. Because when there was no calls it either meant that Mello was alright and would be home in the morning, or he had been taken away from the red head, and no one had found his body yet.
Matt sighed "Well, a watched pot never boils…then again I'm not sure if I want this to ring or not…" he placed his phone back on the nightstand, and laid down.
He closed his eyes once more hoping this time he would be able to doze off, if only for a minute or two. He started talking to himself, "Alright, just don't think about him, think of something else…like…Legend of Zelda, yeah and what's that PS2 game…oh yeah, Psychonauts, I still need to…beat it…"
And for the most part his little distraction method worked, and he drifted back to sleep if only lightly for a few minutes, until the possibility of his worst nightmare, or best dream came true.
Matt sat up in his bed and grabbed his phone, fearing who it was or wasn't, he decided to ignore the caller id, "Hello…?"
A/N Blahh...it's to wordy, I know! I should really take that George Orwell saying to heart, always to many words with me....even now. I tried to fix it up a bit but it's early and I'm tired. Anyways, criticism is always welcomed.