_POV-Mailia Jeevas_
I can't believe I'm sitting here crying on my bed over him. Mello can be such an idiot sometimes.
Seriously, though, you would think that he would be all smart and intuitive, considering how his IQ was near 190. Wrong.
He had a date with Linda.
Linda.
I mean, I guess she is prettier than me. Girlier, at least.
I stand up and walk over to my night stand, looking in the small handheld mirror I have there.
Linda's eyes are light blue, almost white. You would think that my large green eyes would be a little prettier, right? I guess not. My rust-brown hair is about shoulder length, cut roughly and messy. Linda's hair is blond, with all these honey highlights, and it goes all the way down her back. I think she had it professionally cut.
My long nose is spattered with freckles, but Linda has a perfect complexion. My goggles are orange, the tint of the lenses obscuring the true color of my eyes, turning them into a dull brown.
Maybe if I stopped wearing my goggles, put on a little eye shadow…It seemed to have worked for Linda. Of course Linda had a chest bigger than England, and you'd have to squint just to tell I was a girl.
My thoughts are interrupted as Mello himself stormed into the room. Speak of the Devil…
He looked mad. "Matt, you've been ignoring me for days. What the heck is wrong?"
I sigh and put the mirror down, turning around to face him. I'm not ready to deal with this now. "Nothing's wrong, Mello. Can you leave me alone now?" My voice sounded a little more bitter than I'd intended.
He huffs angrily and sits down on my bed.
"I'm not leaving until you tell my why you won't even talk to me without glaring."
I glare at him. Part of me knew I was just emphasizing his point, but the bigger part of me didn't care.
"You can't. You have your date with Linda, remember?"
He stared at me for a second before speaking.
"It's her, isn't it? You don't like Linda? Why? It's not like she's mean to you, or anything, right?"
I shook my head. "No. She's too sweet."
He narrowed his eyes. "She hasn't done anything to you! Why do you have to hate everyone I go out with?"
I looked him in the eyes for the first time in two days,
"None of them are ever right for you, that's why."
He sighed in irritation. "Then what should I look for, Matt? Since I seem to be doing it all wrong. Where's the perfect girl for me, Matt? Where?"
I walked up to him, so that I was standing above him.
"You want to know where?" I whispered. He nodded, exasperated.
"Show me this perfect girl, Matt."
I leaned down so my head was level with his and whispered.
"She's right in front of you, idiot."
And then I ran.
