Hello, hello everyone! Look, I posted the edit! It's basically the same thing, only this time I was too lazy to think up chapter titles! I am a horrible person, I know. Unless nobody cares, then whatever. I added more awkward for Matt here, yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for this specific idea. Because if any of us did, let's face it it wouldn't be allowed on television.


Chapter 1

Mello's sitting right by me studying. Right there, not very far away at all, really. I'd just have to move his bangs out of the way. He'd look up, blue eyes questioning and I'd lean in and-

NO!

I mentally slide-tackle that thought and shake my head trying to stuff the currently unconscious thoughts that had been there back into the mental corner where they belong. Images of me… and… and him… and-

NO!

I repeat my previous process trying again to get back to here and now before I do something stupid. I'm Matt, the 18-year-old shut-in/gamer/smoker/geek. He's Mello, the 18-year-old rebel/god in human form/chocolate addict. We both went to Wammy High School. I love him, and he… returns no such feelings. But of course he doesn't, he's got a girlfriend for Crissake!

Unless…

'Unless she's just a ploy,' that insistent, annoying, stupid, wonderful hopeful part of my brain whispers, 'Unless he's gay or bi like you, and he thinks the way you do: that the one you love is beautiful, and you just… aren't worth it.'

The last part echoes through my mind, loud and shrill like a whistle blast in a cave. ' Aren't worth it… Aren't worth it… Aren't worth it…'

"Guh," I faceplant onto our table and hit my pencil with my forehead.

"A-haoww!" I groan, rubbing my forehead, "God dammit, why do I keep doing that?"

Mello glances up from his book and chuckles, "'Cause you're a dork, that's why. Now what'd you hit this time?" I point to the middle of my forehead, then continue rubbing at it, "Geez I feel like I got a concussion!"

Mello rolls his eyes, and then takes my hand away from my forehead and starts examining the mark. The combination of my hand still in his lightly strong grip and him staring at my face makes my stomach go all flippy and my heartbeat get all fast. "M-Mello? What're you doing?" his blue eyes get thinner and he tilts his head. Stomach continues getting flippy-er.

"Since you were so worried about it, I decided to check for a concussion. Does your head hurt abnormally?"

I snort, "Mello, I just hit myself in the face with a pencil. I'm pretty sure that hitting yourself in the face, by definition, should hurt. So yes."

He releases my hand and releases my forehead from his focused gaze. Then, keeping his face 100% serious, says, "Seeing as your sarcasm has received no damage, you have not suffered a concussion. However, your previous symptoms suggest that you have a disease called no-sense-of-gravity-itis, which does not have a cure at this time," at this point, he can't hold it and bursts out laughing. I frown, but it doesn't reach my eyes, " Shut up about my inability to co-op with gravity Mr. Metro-Leather-Pants, or I'll tell Sayu that you stole those packs of Camels for me." Okay, so I asked him to steal them and it was like 2 months ago but Sayu would just focus on the fact that he stole something and she gets kinda scary when she's mad. Mello's face goes whiter than Near's. "You wouldn't dare,"

"Oh wouldn't I?" I raise my eyebrows slyly.

"Fine! He exclaims desperately, "I'll stop commenting on your klutzy tendancies, just don't tell Sayu!"

I know that he won't keep true to his no-commentary promise, but I can still try. I take out my GameBoy snickering. At the very moment when the comfortable silence has settled over us again, I see he/it walking over.

"Oh happy day!" I coo, my voice positively dripping with sarcasm, "Here comes our bestest friend ever, the albino toysexual wonder!"

Mello gives an exaggerated groan and faceplants into his Calculus book. (We faceplant a lot around here) Near, the toysexual in question, drops his backpack (which is white along with his hair, skin, clothing and most likely internal organs) takes out a couple dolls ('action figures' according to him but they're definitely dolls) and begins taking them apart. "It's nice to know I have friends," he returns easily, snapping a random arm onto an equally random body.

"He was using sarcasm dumbass," Mello spits out from within his equations. Near just looks at him with a blank stare. "As was my statement Mello. I didn't get to be the number one Sophmore at Wammy's for eating chocolate," Well that certainly makes Mello's head pop up.

"Oh here we go. Thanks a lot Near," I mumble shaking my head and plugging my ears in preparation for the rant that was sure to come. Thankfully just as Mello takes a breath to begin his tyrade, the bell rings for class. Sweet, sweet freedom.


Well, I think that went a lot better, don't you? Please review, they boost confidence and I adore feedback!

While on that subject, I'd like to thank crazydreamer123, the sole reviewer of Almost But Not Quite chapter 1. This is kind of insulting to me, because no reviews tells me that my writing sucks so bad it doesn't deserve to be told so. Just saying. Unfortunately crazydreamer123, you didn't sign in to review so I couldn't thank you personally and now I have to awkwardly tell you to the world that your review near made me cry. XD Thank you all for reading, and (hopefully) reviewing!