Matt POV
White snowflakes landed lightly in my boyfriend's (well, actually, that's just a fantasy) hair. I found myself staring at his hair. It had turned grey and I started to giggle.
"What's so funny Matt?"
"Nothing. Its just your hair is grey."
"No, its not! It just appears to be grey."
"You need 'Just for Men'." I joked.
"I AM ONLY 19, I DO NOT NEED JUST FOR MEN!" He groaned, shaking his head as he stared off in to the distance. I had my goggles on as usual but they were all wet so I couldn't see him properly. But I watched him anyway, content with the fogged up image I had.
"Mels?"
"What? I'm thinking."
"About what?"
"Oreos."
I couldn't help but smirk. Sometimes I wonder why love him. Really I do. I just wish he loved me back.
As we turned down our street, I watched his movements carefully. He unlocked the door of our apartment and stormed upstairs. Typical, Mello. If you're pissed off, storm upstairs and lock yourself in a room for an hour or so. I think I'll go on my Xbox to take my mind off things.
"BAM! YEEEESSSSS! YOU'RE SO DEAD, ALIEN BASTARD!"
I was finally on the 361st level on my new Star Trek game. Pretty impressive for an hour's work. Well, until Mello walked in front of the screen. "Damn you, Mels! Can you move! PLEASE!" I screamed. I had stood up by then, but all it took to make me slump back down was the big, red 'GAME OVER' that appeared on the screen.
"NOOOO!"
I really hated him now. Well, hate is a strong word.
"What?! You better have a good reason for making me lose!"
"Well, yeah, kind of."
"You need to make it up to me. And unless you buy me freakin' solid gold goggles or a 1000 pack of fags, there isn't much else you can do."
"Not even this?" He leant in and kissed me gently on the lips.
Jesus Christ! I'd been visualising this for ages. But . . . I never thought it would actually HAPPEN.
I reacted quickly and kissed him passionately back.
Hey guys this is my first ever fanfic so sorry if its a bit short R &R please. Next chapter carries on Mello POV any ideas?