Something enticing about you.
"Be sure to come around sometime, Mells." Matt's voice was as shallow as his stance. His body shivered out of cold and pain. His whole appearance seemed grey just as the surroundings around them. The dirty dark alley was wet and slippery as the rain poured down.
"Don't call me that." Said the blond, leather clothed man and glanced back at Matt in the doorframe. "I'm not the one you once knew."
"You already said that, and I already said that it doe-" But before Matt could end his sentence Mello growled frustrated, interrupting the redhead.
"God Matt! I know what you said. But you don't know. It DOES matter Matt. I'm not the boy that you once knew, it's nothing left of that boy anymore. Face it! You're chasing after a long dead dream." Mello determined closed his fist and stubbornly looked away from Matt, who only smiled vaguely as he leaned against the door still barefoot and dressed in an oversized sweater.
They shared no more words before Mello walked away from the alley.
"Bye" Matt said, and closed the door.
The floor was cold, even though he stood on the doormat. The whole flat was cold, not to mention small, smoky and dirty. But most of all, it was grey. The floor was made of some sort of grey plastic, and the walls sometime long ago used to be white or beige but now they were as grey as the weather. The apartment only consisted of one room, excluded the toilet and something that couldn't be called kitchen but apparently was. In front of the TV a bed operated as a couch, and the sheets and blankets were all over the place. It was messy. It was always messy, especially when Mello had visited.
The too light clothed Matt slumped down in the bed, his head sinking down in the worn mattress and the dirty sheets. "When did it turn out like this?" He asked himself.
He had known Mello for as long as he could remember, they grew up together and they had shared everything with each other. Their first football, their first game, their first kiss and of course their first fuck. But back then none of them called it 'fucking' rather 'make love' or 'sexual intercourse'. Matt smiled at the memories.
But the world wasn't as bright as then. It already started darkening years ago. When Mello made it in to that special fancy school, while Matt was forced to start working.
Something happened to Mello in that school, where Matt wasn't with him to keep him on track. Mello had always been of violent nature, but in that school, he learned that it wasn't a bad thing. Someone once said to him that it was the perfect tool to get to the top. To be number one.
But it didn't matter, he told himself over and over. It didn't matter since he loved Mello.
Love could not cure actual bruises, but the pain of them was long gone. So it didn't matter.
/Woah! Found this on my computer, wrote it like two months ago… Should I continue it? I think I will, but I know I shouldn't since I already update rarely. But, yeah, we will see..~ Review and comment please. With Love from Duckie